Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-09-19

yama. or whatever his monaker was, that
waddling Jap wrestler who came to this
country a couple of years ago, tried TO
put across about the trained-down atm
lete being a f1iv, and the only athlete
worth while being the one with the waist
line like that of the present incumbent
in the presidency Of the United States!
well, that's the line of bunk the mutt
fighters who are doing it for the French
have pulled and got away with over
there. and so the fights look like scraps
between a couple of old washwomen
for infringements On the clothesline and
all like that. They sort Of sink their
soft mitts into each others softer Kitten
enettes once in a while. and then tney
step off and laugh at the french guys
who are hollering their heads off swim
that Bravo, number. and then they
waltz around a little more and exchange
another slap or two after telling eacn
other where the spanks are going TO lan"'
and it's all the bonbonS, accept II from
Not only that, but those fighting
frumps who are bunking the French
sports so into the ring when they re $50 So
Dickled that they can hardly Weddle
around on the floor. They're up to the
ears in vim ordinaire, if you get me Vln
ordinaire. y'know-pronounced wang orc
mare, lust that, see? It's wine. saVVy -
They get into the ring all messed up 10
the eyeballs with that vim ordinaire
booze and nobody ever gets hep, OF, IL
ANYBODY does wise up to 1t, why, us an
right, for aren't the box-fighters nong,
kee-ess-kee-say. what!
Lovely little game, that boX-fghtlns
thing in Paris, and 1 wish 1 had piece
of it, I've got an idea that III herd UP
eight or ten 'longshoremen working ON
the lake docks in Chicago when get
back. and yank 'em over to Paris ana Pu.
'em on as champions in their class. and
then hire a deep-sea barge to maui the
coin back here. / was with Kid MCCOY
at the ringside of the Hippodrome one
night watching a pair of these beeves go
through their little moves. and the klo
made a funnel of his hands and bawled
up 10 EN- that he had half mind to
Jump into the ring with the pair OF adj
pose stiffs who were doing the cows pol
onaise in the ring at the 1l1ne-ano
y'ought to've seen those two lubbers-
who recognized the Kid-turn chalky.
Can that stuff, Kid the American
who was fighting the Britlsher caiieo
down. still going right ahead win the
mazurka thing. If you get into this ring
m hit YOU with the first milking stool
can lay me mitts on. and then he reached
over and tapped the lime-juicer little
spank on the ear, and the Brltisher
grinned. and the French guys hollered
Bravo, Bravo" and then the Kid and !
slid out and gargled few SOS we would
not laugh ourselves to DEATH
One of the interesting little sporting
events here last week was when Big
Tim Sullivan bet two thousand iron buck.
erinos on a king high nuthink by way OF
poker hand. Maybe you've heard about
it.
1t was on one Of those chowder excur,
sions given by a Jersey City political
leader, and Tim, with gang OF the
braves from his district, was along.
There was large aggregation OF KNOW
how Jersey pokerists along with the pic
mic party, and the thing quickly simmered
M these
do around here, to one large. inclusive
pokerfest between the big glnks or the
expedition.
Nothing had happened for quite while
although the limit was off from the start
and then Big Tim. scanning his mittful
with a slow, calculating scan. tossed an
inconseauentiai seed into the middle, there
being nobody playing in the Jackpot ex,
cept the Jersey political leader, and sald
that that was how good his hand was
worth.
The Jerseyman. who'd taken a couple,
and who'd seen Tim stand pat for his n.
skated hundred men into the middle and
said that he was raisins in the pudd1nK:
"Oh, just like hathaway. eh?' said Big
Tim. and he showed the coupla thousand
simoleons into the center. thinking 10
scare the Jerseyman into jumping over
the side of the boat.
Raise you coupla thousand. Tim," off
handedly observed the Jerseyman, look
ing out of, the window as II interested IN
things visible on the horizon.
Then Big Tim, murmuring that maybe
they'd he getting fog soon. tossed his'n
in. One of the bunch furtively took a
peek at Tins discarded mess and saw
that it was a kink atop of nuthink worth
mentionnk Now a lot Of folks who've
been scared to the elongated cactus by
Big Tim in just that same way. when
they had good hands. are spending all
their time just wonderin' and wonderin.