The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1907-09-20
WHEN POET SAT-
ATsTHt~:. RINGSIDE
BARD OF SIERRAS TAKES SOME
HEAVY COUNTERS FROM A
FIGHT MAN.


as Britt to make any impression or
Cans. He found that out as soon as
he tried and in fact he seemed to have
the bunch that his number was % in
the first few rounds.
Coclley O'Brien, who was seated neal
Joaquin Miller the poet, seemed t.
think so too DO you think. my goot
lad inquired the bard of the sage oI
Fillmore street, that the Caucasian
gladiator will conquer your Ethiope?'
James Edward doesn't figure.
He'll be candy for the Niger" re.
piled Cocltey O'Brien.
The poet of the Berkeley hills strok-
ed his long gray brush and looked sur
prised What, asked Joaquin, "art
thou a brother bard? Dost thou, too
WOO the Muses."
Nix, Whiskers, on the uncouth stuff.
Cause Cockey falls for on ones CUFF.
Put all your coin upon the moke:
The shOrt-end guys will all go broke, -
replied Cockey, epigrammaticaIly
NAY, good youth, you do not under
stand, persisted the poet who haunts
the Berkeley hills. "Dost seek the un-
attainable and ride Pagassus?"
"If you had lamps you might have
seen
That came here in Britt's machine, "
answered Cockey shortly.
Nay, FLOW rhymster," persisted
the bard who had once wiped his feet
on the queens doormat, "be not snap
pish. Tell me something of this strange
pastime"
Joe Cans will bring the bacon back.
There won't be none in Jimmy's
shack.
The native son amt got no class:
He'll soon be lying on the grass. "
chirped Cockey.
Thou art an uncouth bard" said
Joaquin pensively, but methinks thou
speakest sooth | shall wager a small
portion of the filthy but potent yellow
metal upon yon Ethiope. Also I will
write a sonnet upon him which will
recoup me if 1 lose"
IF you win out upon my bunch.
You ought to stake me to the lunch, -
suggested Cockey.
Then the bard of Berkeley smote up
on his Tyre, and, rolling his eyes, made
| answer thus, to the amazement of the
sage of Fillmore street:
'Joaquin's no rum, he's up to tricks:
To that request he answers, Nix"
The conversation between Cockey
O'Brien and the bard ceased suddenly
at that retort. Cockey signaled the
Congo Coon and Tanglefoot McGovern
to make mock of the poet from that
on. They suggested coarsely that the
bard submit to the mover and have his
brush eradicated.
The poet of the heights entered the
arena just as that quartet" put on in
place of a preliminary arrived. The
wind gently stirring the whiskers of
the bard produced a music that resem-
bled the sweet sounds of the Aeolian
harp.
That quartet took advantage of the
music and turned their voices to the
sound. Round one of the quartet's pre-
liminary was a rather tame affair The
second tenor seemed to be weak at
the weight and he went to his corner
groggy. The first base had a punch,
but could not land it in the first round
The first tenor forced the fight all the
way and ran to his corner when the
gong sounded.
Round 2. The second basso came
back strong, but the first tenor was
after him right from the start. They
clinched in the middle of the ring and
soon the basso was holding on. The
second basso brought in some good
ones as the gong sounded, and the first
tenor staged as the gong sounded.
Referee Welch called the bout draw.
The visit of Joaquin Miller seemed
to disturb Billy Jordan The rumor
was passed around that Joaquin had
put in a bid for the job of announcer.
The human sea lion is jealous of rival
announcers, and, should the rumor be
confirmed, it is likely that Jordan will
try to make Miller's weight.
All society was at the fight, of course.
Mrs Joe Cans was at the ringside. She
wore a picture hat with green feath-
ers. This color scheme was adopted at
the suggestion of that well-known Pa
risian modiste, T. Clarence McGrath.
She had the utmost confidence in her
husband, being able to bring home the
bacon and also to keep her in plenty
of that commodity for some time to
come.
The effect Of the battle on the fight
game is hard so dope. It was a pretty
exhibition while it lasted. but it did not
please the multitude. The bacon was
in Baltimore before the gong sounded.
Chronicle.