Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-06-30

give hundred for just round-two hundred
S-s-shl l. Take it easy.
Ever see old lady tryin' to shoe rooster into
fence while the old waited around the
end of the wOodshed with the AK: You know how
gentle and easy the trick has to be worked: Well,
that was me eXplainin' to Curlylocks how
havn little exercise with the kid pilows,-oh,
just a little harmless tappin' back and forth, SOS
we could sleep we'll afterwards,-and didn he feel
like tryn' it for minute with Chester SMOOTH
Some of that talk of mine would have creased an axle.
Sylvie old boy, he blnks at through his
glasses, like poll parrot szin up trecracker that
little Jimmy wants to hand him. He don't say any
thing, but he seems some Interested He reaches
out for of the mitts and pokes a finger into the
paddn, lookin it over as if it was some kind of
curiosity.
Reg1ar swans down cushions" says |:
Like to have YOU try a round so, NCkers.
puts in Chester careless as he could. Professor
McCabe will show YOU how to put them on.
All, really" says Curlylocts. Then he has to
step up and inspect Chesters frame up.
That's the fnsh! thinks for Chettys a we'll
built boy, good and bunchy around the shoulders,
and when he peels down to sleeveless jersey he
looks most as wicked Sharkey. But, Just a
re eXpectn Curlyocks to show how wise he was
he throws out a bluff that leaves gaspin' for
breath.
q" Do you know" says he If | was in the mood
for that of thing I'd be charmed but-er-"
oh, fudge!' says Chiefly: II expect you'd
rather recte us some poetry And at that one
fiushes up like some one had slapped him on the
wrist
Beg pardon, says he; but believe | will try
it for little while and he holds out his paws for
me to slip the gloves.
Better she'd the parlor Clothes says l. You re
liable to get EN- dusty, which last tickes the audi
lot
He didn't want to peel off his Tuxedo; but
joles him into lettin go of it and partn with his
collar and white tie and eye glasses too. That was
far as he'd go though.
Course. it kind of low down game to put
up anybody; but Curlylocks want outclassed
any in height: nor much in weight; and, seem as
how he d kind of laid himself open something of
the sort, | didn't feel as bad as | might. All the
time Chester tryn to keep the grin off his face,
and his chums most wearin' their elbows out
nudgn each other.
Now" says l, when I've got Curlylocks ready for
the slaughter what II it be-two-ninute rounds?"
Quite satisfactory, says Sylvie: and Chiefly mods.
Then let er go!'' says |, steppin back
One thing I've always coached Chester
openin lively 1t don't make any difference whether
the mitts are hard soft, whether it's go to
finish private bout for fun, there's sense in
wastin the first sixty seconds in strrin up the air
The thing to do is to bore in, And Chester didn't
need any urgin'. He cuts loose with both punches,
landn right the ribs and pokin' the left into
the middle of Sylvies map sudden that Mr..
Poet heaves up grunt way from his socks.
All, string it out Chiefly, says |. String it
out, SOS it II last longer.
But he's like hungry kid with hokypoky sand
wch-he wants to take it all at one bite And maybe
if I'd been much gone Angelica as he was, and
had been put a siding for this moonlight potry