The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-01-26

1 Mr. Humphreys rises oyer the music | of the band. There's a ringer in the race. A pink acrobat who has been trying to stir up ructions for an hour because she lost out on a costume l prize darted into the race at the sev- l enth lap, starting away back in the hall where the judges couldn't see her. 1 She was fresh and able to streak it
 away from the rapidly tiring ponies, but she couldn't get by MT. Hum | phreys.
 Turn that dame out!'' shouted Joe. And they plucked her from the con- test. She called upon her gentlemen 1 friends from down BoWery way to come to her assistance and for a min ute or two it looked as if there would | be lovely time for all and flowers for some. But MT. B'Gee was there in one plunge. It is a pleasure to record that MT. Humphreys handed out only one wallop. The recipient landed if 1 teen feet away
 There were so many girls in the Marathon and the rored in lane around the hall was so narrow that it was difficult to tell who had Tapped whom. When the bell rang Joe announced that a slim trick in black had won the $50 ] prize, the boosters for a very small girl in red and white stripes had beat l en the judges to a decision and had already hoisted their favorite to the stage. The girl in black began to i cry and Red and White stripes was 1 getting ready to howl and wide shoul-
 dered persons were gathering in close ly. MT. Humphreys waded into the crowd like a revolving snowsweeper, handed the $50 to the girl in black
 gave Stripes $5 out of his own pocket and offered to lick anybody who didn't respect the dignity of the court. There was a yell from the barroom | and a person whose evening clothes were considerably mussed informed an unintereSted world that he had been touched. All he had in the world had been taken and he didn't intend to let that gang of pirates do him. His woe overcame him and he sat on the floor
 and Wept noisly. Here was a case for MT. B'Gee, and cup he came like a torpedo destroyer.
 "Wot did they trim yuh for?" said Joe.
 Five dollars,'' said the howler. Out him." said MT. Humphreys.
 In the big wine room where the prizefghters were training with their | lady friends there was a sudden tur- | moil, a furry and whirl of angry voices and leaping figures. Abe Attell nerves and she whanged him with quart bottle. Bert Reyes didn't like the face of an utter stranger who of fered to buy wine for a bundle with whom MT. Reyes was conVersing at the moment, so MT. Reyes arose and prepared to remodel the face. These were matters that required MT. Hum phreyss diplomacy as well as his punch, but he was equal to the job, and there was no unnecessary scandal. Somebody dropped a living cigarette 1 on the American flag that draped the front of the stage and in half a minute the whole front of the plat form was ablaze. There was a rush
 toward the door, helped on by the screaming of girls, who hopped on chairs the better to see and shriek
 MT. Humphreys was up front, tearing away the burning bunting and stamp ing at it before you could say Jack Robinson.
 Hey he commanded the orchestra leader. "Give 'em something soothin'
 Hurry up!''
 And the band played. "I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now.' That gave them something to think about and the trouble was oyer in no time. It was after o'clock when the hall was finally swept clear and the start was made for supper.
 eve seen a good many" said MT. B'Gee reflectively, but this was some ball, kiddO."