Los Angeles herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1900-1911, 1910-03-13

like a burr Never before had such disrepute been
cast upon the noble sport of bull fighting. How nfan-
tile the strength, how clumsy the Skill how feeble the
courage of the adOrcd toreadors in comparison with
the exhibition being given by this hated stranger from
the north shout of anger at the gnominious sight
swept through the seats and cried in Span
ish:-"Remember Benvenida's words, Picketts flu
neral will follow foolhardinessw And then pande-
mOnium broke loose
Pickett was meanwhile giving continuous and
convincing demonstration that Friioli Chiquta had
met his human match. Not only could the bull not
toss trampe or otherwise harm his antagonist but
the cowboy actually had the beast lettering his
feet The naughty, shaggy head was aslant under
the force exerted upon the horns by the swinging
The hold was Picketts favorite and never be-
fore had four footed creature withstood it.
Whether Friioli Chiquita would have been added
as a historic victim of the Oklahoma mans prowess
will ever remain moot question. A chair cushion,
thrown with accurate aim and Judgment struck him
full In the face great chorus of approval and fus
lade of the canvas missiles followed. Pickett became
quite busy lodging the shower as saving himself
from the bulls savage evOlutions.
The one SHE'D a stone. 1t hit the luckess be-
seiged man the cheek and drew stream of blood.
1t seemed then if every person in the seats became
a participation in the ensuing shameful proceedings
Fruit bottles canes and even opened knives fell upon
the brave cowboy who battling for his life, single
handed, with that blood hungry bull Not one person
in that great hostile thrOng lifted hand voice in pro-
test defence. not exaggerating The arena was
bedded with weapons The Mexican Record, next day,
published photograph Of the deadly litter, and even
the instantaneous picture in El impartial the govern
ment organ, plainly showed the missiles on their
course.
You can imagine the helpless wrath Of us handful of
Americans. We appealed frantcaly to the police.
They laughed in our faces. Picketts cowboy friends
pleaded with Mr. Miller for permission to retaate
with American cartridges, but the ranchman forbade.
He and the wiser heads knew wholesale EXTERN
inaton would have followed. Our hats were rocking
with expectorations from the mouths of the human
brutes heads above the barrier. Pickett was
no longer the offensive and weakening fast 1t
seemed inevitable that his funeral would take place
in Mexico, after ALL Bienvenida had promised.
Once his hold relaxed the furious foe would have him
at his mercy and gore him to death.
In all that awful bedam Joe Miller alone kept his
wits. He realized that later Pickett would
be desperately wounded by missile and that his end
would come with shudderng suddenness unless some
succorlng expedent devised by his friends. Sum-
ploning Vester Pegg, cowboy the ranchman COM
manded:-
"Srip off your red shirt"
"Now, when Pickett drops, you leap into the
closure. your garment close to the bull as
you dare approach and see if you can save your COM
rade's life!"
Our watches showed that Pickett perched pre-
carously the bulls head, had withsood the storm
of missiles for exactly seven minutes and half