Arizona republican., 1918-06-23
THE MANLY ART

Friends, the mention of this, makes me shudder. wherefore, proceed to re- late. The changes of the moon for one year, 1 have never even conjectured. but read that they are periodical. The changes I shall enumerate were not moonlike, but 'electrolite." Pop had always impressed upon me the great necessity of self defense, and prepared ness-How I do wish he was back on this sphere to have taught some others that trick At school I was what you class as the hind teat pig; very quiet and inoffensive, thereby treated like a little misnomer. The boys had their sparring exercise often, but poor me" could only watch and wait. About 4C years ago, in our quiet village a club was formed, for pleasure, instruction, and I may well add dissipation, and | it was here that I took advantage of opportunity, and practised the rudi-
 ments of prize fighting. l became adept, q thought so) and quite swell
 headed, at my skill, in 'blocking"- (warding off blows) but you know, l
 know, we all know, that vanity always brings grief, as no matter how pro-
 ficient we are, we meet our superiors.
 A new blow called Dempsey Swing"
 was in vogue, to administer which a 1 of stroke and weight of body combined,
 if ever hitting you, just simply lays you out:"- A young drummer" con-
 ing to town, sought our haven of good
 fellowship, and after setting 'em up" quite frequent, proposed a friendly bout, adding, that his scientific educa- tion hah been woefully neglected, but he
 knew We wouldn't hurt him 'Wilfully. We'll I was forced to match him, and
 tripping into the ring l tipped, caviled,
 and fluttered around, thinking to floor
 him at leisure:-Alas for my folly, for
 at a chosen moment he biffed me with that Swing" and memory, that boon
 of delight, parted from its portals, and death, Gts prototype) claimed me as
 her victim. The boys applied ice, am
 monia, electric infusion and hard rub ping to recussitate their hero @ who
 first remembers asking, if this was
 heaven" "how I got there, if big Tim,
 at my head, was old Nick, and if sin
 ners were taken free, and if the cost of
 robes halos and wings. had advanced,
 and a thousand other questions, when : ouch, My head began to roll and boil
 with intermittent pains, whirrs, blurrs
 and myrrhs, too frightful to relate. The
 big darkey at my head using a towel
 as bellows, kept asking,- Boss, am you back to airth?" and Do those col
 DTS ober outside eye. show inside?" "Is Iyour jints stiff boss" and Did habeen : up dar look like xpected?'-While the
 tittering crowd kept blirting. Brace
 up old boy,-wake up" ''Drummers- are
 no good anyway" all of which served to anger me. for .ridicule, couples witt sarcastic truth, doesn't make very good sauce, as you will testify. , A cruel father once struck his little l son, knocking him senseless:- Or awakening, the boy 'beheld an olt r shovel lying near, which, in his sim plicity, he thought had been useC | across his head, so. childlike. he say! : to the father, Papa did co hit m' ' with dat shobel?" 1 felt that an irol bar had done the work with me: How
 ever, I recouped, and have fully ac ' lcepted Corbetts method when outwind ing Sullivan who remarked, that h. . hadn't come to run foot race, but t , fight Henceforth I run.
 ? Well I am moving:-I have fixed tn ; rooms and upper floor, where the Bos , ton Store formerly kept, and shall kee r the finest lot of new and second han ] goods, to be obtained;-My advice t
 iyou before I move is to come here an n buy, for I can afford to discount rathe |, than handle the wares.
 . GEO. O. FORD,
 4 40 & Central Ave