Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-10-25

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If his nanny hadn't deserted him the
minute he clapped an eye on Kid Mccoy
that night last week he could have brok-
en- the all-in Kid into more fragments
than ever were made by a bisque doll
dropped down an areaway by a little girl.
He could have slammed Mccoy all around
the place like rough-neck cop putting it
on soused hobo. He weighed more than
thirty-fiYe pounds more than Mccoy.
stood half a head higher, had a nice
young set of internal machinery unabused
by dissipation, and was two thousand
pounds the better man any way they
could have rugged for that scrap.
Had Stewart Bluffed.
But Mccoy had his Angora from the
| Jump-of, and that's all there was to it.
Mccoy, when he had something besides,
used TO get the goats of good people the
same way, but there was no reason on
earth why this Stewart glug should have
| imagined that man who'd been out of
the ring SO long as Mccoy had been out
OF it. and who has been pursuing the
/ kind of living game that Mccoy has been
pursuing, should have had anything left
to fight with except a. bunch of four
flushing tactics. In failing to penetrate
] TINS fact Stewart lost q chance for him.
self. And he sure made a sad. sad ex-
| hlb1t1on of nerveleSsness that will cause
| him to be kidded as long as he lives.
| Really, that thing was funny
| Mccoy, knowing full well that he didn't
nave a thing. sent doctor to Stewart
room at the club a few minutes before the
fight. for the purpose of beginning
the scare thing on the young fighter. The
doctor bulged in and asked Stewart if
there was anything the matter with his
heart. The doctor. foxy dog, was real
solicltous in asking this question. He said
that Mccoy, naturally humane man,
was afread the young fellow might have
something weak or all like that about his
heart, and that he, the Kid, hating to
| take chances of killing anybody, wanted
to have that point decided before the two
got into the ring.
Gets His Goat.
This was goat-taker No 1 for Stewart
He sort O. got blue around the gills and
could only humble something. He
a little job of the Kids.
| When Stewart climbed into the ring
Mccoy was already there. waiting. Nc
Coy never even turned around to look at
| the young fellow. Just kept his back to
the lad and let it go at that. This helped
| the scare thing along. Stewart was sort
| O figuring having Mccoy look his
splendid proportions over. and SO on,
| when he got into the ring, but Mccoy
! studiously ignored him.
Then Jawn O'Brien, the Kids second,
went over to Stewart and sort of paved
him over tentatively.
Here. what's comm off here?' gasped
| Stewart. getting nervous under the paw
| ing.
Hands Him Another.
"Oh. nothing" replied O'Brien, SOL
emily. except that the Kids feeling like
a mule that bites tonight, and he's heard
that you're kind O. soft and UNDERGONE
and he doesn't want to get into any trou-
BILE with the police, y'see. He's afraid
| that If he lands one Of those corkscrew
| things on you you'll curl up and cash in
| like a caterpillar before a crate fire and
never having been arrested why, OF
| course. the Kid is a bit uneasy He
wouldn't want to kill anybody at this
| late day"
Stewart didn't hep upto it that this
was all kidding with a purpose. His
nanny could be visibly noted amblng or
and out of the place as these proceedings
| went along.
Then. when the referee called 'em to the
center to give them instructions about the
hitting IN the breakaway thing, the Kid
suddenly shot his arm out, pulled Stewart S
head down under his arm as if the head
| had been the tender branch of a peach
tree, and used the young fighters conk
as prop whereby to illustrate some little
| point in connection with the instruc-
] lions. The Kid had calculated the effect
| of this upon the youngster and the eff
feet went through all right. The young
] nghter paled and 1t could plainly be
| seen that he was saying to himself Gee
! but this old son Of gun is strong. isn't
he-pullins my bean around that-a-way"'
Stewart Afraid.
| Thus. when the scrap began. the only
idea that was swimming around in the
belfry of the young fightist was to keep
away from thereto beat it out of range
as II for dear life. Toward the end OF
| the first round the Kid caught him a more
| or less accidental one on the chops It
| wasn't a hard enough one to knock any,
body like young Stewart down If the
| youngster had had his gizzard in the
game, but the boy was afeeard. so he
was. and so he Iummoxed to his knees
and took the nine like somebody lined up
| at the cashiers window waiting for
| money. That's the way it was through
out There wasn't a minute from the
| beginning of the mill when Stewart
couldn't have made old man Mccoy look
| like a birds nest blown to the ground
by an equinoctial gale.
/ SO. If any of these old wallopers that
are popping out does get some kind of a
fighting date, don't get your coin down
on him. If they're all advanced SO far
into the sere and yellow as Kid Mccoy
they won't get enough winter oats to keen
a fillIloo bird alive.
NEW YORK FANS