River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1914-03-05

demanded In surprise. looking at his
watch
Pat, with his hand on the doorknob.
paused and turned around
ITO the Academy of Sciences" he
said. There's a professor who's go
ing to give d lecture there on Brown
ing tonight, and Browning is the sort
Of writer you need assistance with.
Sometimes | think ought to go to
night school"
But, great Scott, man. exclaimed
the Mortified manager You're on
with the Flying Dutchman tonightr'
81 know it. But | won't enter the
ring a moment before half past OF
quarter to 10. The lecture will be
over at 9:15. Ii you want to make
sure come around and pick me up in
your machine"
Stubener shrugged his shoulders
helplessly.
you've got no kick coming" Pat
assured him Dad used to tell me a
mans worst time was in the hours just
before a fight and that many a fight
was lost by a mans breaking down
right there, with nothing to do but
think and be anxious Well, you'll
never need to worry about me that
way. You ought to be glad | can go
off to a lecture"
And later that night. in the course
Of watching fifteen splendid rounds,
Stubener chuckled to himself more
than once at the idea of what that
audience Of sports would think. did it
know that this magnificent young
prizefighter had come to the ring di-
rectly from Browning lecture.
The Flying Dutchman was a young
Swede who possessed an unwonted
willingness to fight and who was
blessed with phenomenal endurance.
He never rested. was always on the
offensive and rushed and fought from
gong to gong In the outfighting his
arms whirled about like fails; in the
infighting he was forever shouldering
or half wrestling and starting blows
whenever he could get hand free.
From start to finish he was whirl-
wind, hence his name His failing was
lack of judgment in time and distance.
by virtue of landing one in each doz-
en- or so of the amending fusillades of
punches he delivered
Pat, with strong upon him the eau
ton that he must not put his opponent
out. was kept busy. Nor. though he
escaped vital damage. could be avoid
entirely those eternal flying gloves
But it was good training. and in
mild way he enjoyed the contest
Gould you get him now?' Stubener
whispered in his ear during the min
nate rest at the end of the fifth round
"Sure." was Pats answer.
you know he's never yet been
knocked out by any one" Stubener
warned couple of rounds later
Then I'm afraid I'll have to break
my knuckles." Pat smiled II know
the punch I've got in me. and when
land it something has got to go. If he
won't my knuckles will"
do you think you could get him
now?" Stubener asked at the end of
the thirteenth round
ANY time, tell you"
well. then. Pat. lei him run to the
fifteenth"
In the fourteenth round the Flying
Dutchman exceeded himself. At the
stroke of the gong be rushed clear
across the ring to the opposite corner.
where Pat was leisurely getting to his
feet
The house cheered. for it knew the
Flying Dutchman had cut loose Pat.
catching the fun of it. whimsically de-
cided to meet the terrific onslaught
with wholly passive defense and not
to strike a blow Nor did he strike a
blow nor feint blow during the three
minutes of whirlwind that followed.
He gave a rare exhibition of stall
ing. sometimes hugging his bowed face
with his left arm his abdomen with
his right. at otheI times changing as
the point of attack changed. SO that
both gloves were held on either side
his face or both elbows and forearms
guarded his mid section, and all the
time moving about, clumsily shoulder
ing or half falling forward against his
opponent and clogging his efforts. him
self never striking nor threatening to
strike. the while rocking with the i'm
pacts of the storming blows that beat
upon his various guards the devils
own tattoo.
Those close at the ringside saw and
appreciated, but the rest of the au-
dience, fooled. arose to its feet and
roared it's applause in the mistaken no
ton that Pat. helpless, was receiving
terrible beating.
With the end of the round the au-
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