The Alaska citizen., 1912-02-26

hluueu MIN INTO thinking he can get
that hundred. He's been training
for two weeks, and If he ever hits
a man on the jaw-good night"
"So?" said I. with a rising in
Election.
Well. thought Id tell you," said
the clerk Tonight is my night
off and" He paused. That
was my cue wrote him a pass
for two.
His name is Sandy Wallace"
said the clerk.
We'll. SCotchman more or less
went matter to us" | said cheer
fully.
We went over to the joke box
about nine o'clock Sitting in the
small greenroom, with a bundle be.
tween his feet, was one of the big
gest, slab-sided, angular men have
ever seen. He rose, and bowed
tremendously as we entered.
va h"ihe' ne Sdlu, Win grand
Scotch burr. lis Aleck-sander Wm
lus. Am TO fecht We the NIGHT rr
the twenty poond"
"G'wan." said Mike. and. ignoring
the outstretched hand, he passed On
to the star dressing room.
Man" said Sandy. staring after
the champion, we're no just what
w'u'd call polite."
That's all right" said |. attempt.
ing to jolly him along; the cham
pion is peeved the NIGHT, an it's like
he'll be gey an rough wi ye."
DO ye tell me 500" said Sandy.
"Aweel, Am thinkin' yon is a zane
two can play"
Was that the guy?" growled
Mike. as he shook out his silk
tights. Big stiff. amt he? What
Kind OF language was he getting ont
OF his system when we came in"
Hes Scotch" said I. and he's
fed on oats"
Like a horse!" said Mike. Send
Cahill in here"
The lord high executioner entered
and stood at attention.
"Cahill," said the champion, we
have got a hot one for this evening.
He's as big as { house, and. when
you soak him, give him all you've
got"
iii do that" said Cahill modest
ly
The minute slam him up
against the drop" said Mike. lam
him on the nut for keeps"
Trust me-" said Cahill.
And I'll get him there as soon
as can" said Mike. because he's
big guy, and don't like his
looks"
The sooner the better" said Ca
hill
1t was part of my business to see
that the candidates for the Supreme
Bumper Degree were properly dress
ed before appearing on the stage.
showed Sandy to his dressing room.
You got your fighting clothes
with you?" | asked him.
Aye, laddie," he said
But when | went after him in
ten minutes, | nearly had a fit.
NLaddie,' expostulated Sandy, dir
ma use such awfu' language, Haze
ye no seen a man in kilties before
the noo?"
You can't wear kits out here"
| gasped you must wear truDksl"
Ma, ma said the canny Scot.
Yen no catch Sandy Wulius ap-
pearin before the weemin in yon
scandalous breekies. l-addie, il
wadna be decent
And there he stuck, and the more
| argued the more obstinate he be.
came. Trunks, he held. were indie
cent; he would be ashamed to ap-
pear before women in them, there
fore it was kits or nothing.
When | broke the news to Mike.
he laughed for five minutes.
"Fine!" he said. And you can
bat out a press story about how
| licked the champion of Scotland"
The house sat up, and rubbed its
eyes, and then burst into roars of
laughter when Sandy Wallace stalk
ed out on the stage with nothing to
save his modesty but his kits and
his shoes. Sandy blushed as far
down as | could see, but stood lis
ground like the brave man he was,
and, when | introduced him as the
heavyweight champion of Scotland,
he turned from pink to crimson.
Then | made my little speech,
introducing the champion of all the
champions, and Mike, very gaudy in
purple silk tights, strobe in from
the wings, and bowed his ackuowl-
edgments. Mike always appeared
sullen when on the stage--this was
because he despised the business,
and wanted to have it ove' rs soon
as possible-but when he saw the
champion of Scotland" in his kits,
he could not forbear a grin, and the