The San Francisco call., 1908-05-31
TALE

a real professional air. why don't he
go and get reputation before meeting
the Green Mountain Cannon Ball?'
And stepped into the corner and
called the names of the fighters, and
the crowd grunted in anticipation of
much pleasure. Time" / yelled, my
throat getting bit choky. as l picked
up the head of Tbs little hammer,
which some elf had broken in driving
the stakes. Mr.. McBurr welter weight
champion of the Little Seal. Mr.. T..
Smith, the Vermont Passion Flower,
who has licked everything on two legs.
no matter how old, between the tropic
of Capricorn and Pittsburg. Ready for
the first GO
This spiel struck Chuck as being
good, and he grinned appreciatively.
while Tib bowed gravely and limbered
up his right arm.
"'Time.
And. say, sir. if you could have seen
those two midgets mince toward each
other on their tiptoes, Tib walking
with a catty. launching step he'd copied
from the moving pictures. you would
have felt a thrill of joy.
by good rights he ought to cut a
foot off each arm, observed my man.
as he ruefully eyed the others enor-
nous reach nicely demonstrated when
he advanced his immense paw and
coyly concealed Tibs dimpled palm
from view.
"rhen in a second they sprang apart,
and the big fellow feinted for the heart
and snapped a dirty left at Tib's brow.
Tib lodged but the brawny knuckles
barked his right eye in passing, and
the crowd jeered and rocked back and
forth in delight. Well, sir. the smack
of that blow cut me to the heart. l
simply couldn't bear to see the dear
old boy cuffed.
Kick him. Tib,.' groaned. my eyes
watering with anger.
..Ashamed of you, he mumbled,
avoiding a rush and ducking to the
ropes. This seems on the square. and
won't lose the babe by fouling. And he
nearly lost his block by pausing to kiss
his bleeding digits to the kid. The blow
was a left hook and Jared him badly,
sir. but after he had caught the kids
eye and made him chuckle and crow
and try to jump from the old hag's
arms he seemed to gather new cunning,
and for the rest of the round managed
to escape serious damage.
Rush in i begged, as he sat in the
corner and ] rubbed some oil on his
knobby forehead. 1ndghtins, number
five picture. remember l whispered.
''FIe winked his uninjured eye slyly.
tossed another kiss to the kid and l
had been walking back and forth be-
fore his admirers, showing how HANDY
he was by delivering stamping mill
blows on his chest. The minute Tib
stepped to meet him the champs long
steel arm shot out like a trip hammer;
but, dear, dear! the way Tib bobbed
under and around it and sank pudgy
fist into Chuck's cruel face and fol-
lowed 1t up with a two ton blow over
the heart, simply swept 'em Off their
feet sir. The old hags began to yowl
and the men threw up their hands to
the totem poles beseecnfngly and asked
of their gods why this was thus, and
Chuck went to the ropes.
oh, no, he wasn't tinged with ven
ON when he got up and came gliding
toward Rutland's pride with long. eat
like steps, You see, he saw his laureIs
would wither if he suffered many more
jolts like that. even il he uitfmately
Won out by sheer strength His game
was TO hnish Tib easily and gracefully
and when ! yelled .Hurrah for the
Green Mountain Tease. and Tib made
little dsprecatory bow and smiled on
the gureling. Growing gate receipts, he
adopted a crouching style and got Til
over the left eye and below the belt be-
fore could sound the gong.
The last drive hurt my man like
SIN, and | was mad clean through a.
such rank play. BY rights he had lost
the joust by fouling. Waltzing over
to him | told him to eliminate that
kind OF dirty work or I'd give the de-
cision to his opponent but he grinned
sardonically and. splitting out a tooth
made playful lunge at my chin.
Look out. old cEapr I warned
scuttling back to my painting non
pareil He's so mad he'll do all kinds