The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1914-02-12

for no Parsifal productions, and what
with the organ. the sleight of hand
fixtures and cologne boxes we are
pinched for room on the stage. How
ever. | place two chairs In opposite
corners and call the men out to the
center to shake hands Mike is In red
tights. while the stranger has took Off
his shoes and is In sock feet. with his
sleeves rolled up ike he is out TO beat
a carpet.
'Gentamen.' says In my Mexikin
simulations you fights tree min and
resta one Shaka ham Timer
Say. this world is a place of sad
surprises There's only one thing so
deceitful as appearances, and that's
other appearances. Mike comes forth.
chin down, shoulder up. left foot
straight all In perfect position and ag-
gressiye as a grizzly. while the home
product hangs his arms loose and
sways back and forrad looking at
Mixes feet like II Is milking time and
he is afraid of being kicked Then
of a sudden he makes motion OF
one glove like he is tagging a train.
Mike parties and turns loose an upper
cut for the farmers kitchen that would
have broke every dish I'm his pantry
but somehow the man happens to be
out when 1t arrives and can't receive |
1t In person. He shifts his feet at the |
right instant and is an inch out of |
range Mike drives up with another |
assortment Of wallops, but the Rube |
isn't there TO sign for 'em. The lamp |
light grew muddy with Mikes blows,
when all at once Mr.. BY Heck reached |
down. picked up his right hand. piled
his knuckles up In a heap on 1t and
threw 1t at MoJaye.
ut hit him abreast OF the lower
maxillaries and sounded like butch
er beating steak with a cleaver. When
Mike struck the floor he bounced and
you'd "a thought it was a Seminole
corn dance from the howl that rose
from that audience. l didn't count
him out He wouldn't have under
stood, and them obsequies would have
been an extravaganza. l steps to the
front of the stage, lifting my voice.
am good loser, and smile Is always
on my face In adversely.
Lady and genta,' says l, Senior
Hiram Oates Wilma de fight Congrat-
ulash.' Then | stops. for Hiram taps
me on the shoulder.
you're next, Paprllzy.'
"'Me what? says |.
"'You're next G
"'No sabe,' says 1, struggling my ]
shoulders. a
Eyes, We dew. Get into them nit
ems, for I'm going to clean up the
whole caboodle Of you, white, yeller
md black
"a appealed to the Roman popuace
With all the chill con carne accents in
ny vocabulary, but their thumbs is
lown. A gray bearded goat in the
ear of the hall hops up and cries: r
"'Hi-ram. kill the dago. The per-
ume amt no good
"'Dago! says |. getting sore. 4 =
int dago. I'm as white as you, you n
Id dill pickle. n
"'Do him up, Ill., says motherly c.
ldy In the front row, shaking her W
onnet He amt no more of s.
renchman than | be-
well, sir, I'm getting pretty mad IL
y this time. And yet | don't banker
one for Hiram and the pillows. No;
amt cast In the heroic mold of
oman gladiolus, and the sands of the
reeny sets my teeth on edge. but I'm
ilrly forced Into them boxing gloves,
nd we go at 1t like we was killing
makes. Thinks |: I've got to rush tn
lis Kansas thistle off his feet Mike tn
as too gentle with him. So | chop st
p the air around him and remove 1t th
get more room. | swing and jab pr
ld counter and cross. bur | am I'M az
cky in hitting the places he had just n
1T. That boy is too shlfty to hit with
shotgun, which Is surely pity, and
'mehow | don't connect up with him
)ne whatever. Likewise he don't hit w
e, just KEEPS a glove In my eye or 40
'ushes my hair with 1t till | have a
lspicions that he is playing with me
Id that I'm being put through my
ices like a horse. I'm getting tired
I'd wabbly In the legs. and in one of no
y rushes | run into the organ. leay- do