The Birmingham age-herald., 1919-07-27
The Funniest Men That Euer Liued Intimate Sketches Eccentric ties Their Folies and Their FOibles.
 NLYNDEHR

1 vents enjoyable nonsense" for Mutt and Jeff to act out he as readily in vents enjoyable nonsense for Fisher to act out
 One evening at the Indoor Yacht club in San Francisco while Bud was there, a great, rip-roaring bull-fighter in Mexican boots and high heels honored the organization with his presence, and among the clubs adherents was Willie Britt, brother of Jimmie. By a happy inspiration, some one conceived the idea of scrapping- match between Willie and the toreador. Willie, with commendable prudence. kicked off his boots before falling to. Not so the torador. Half Castilian, half in- dian, and inheriting a swollen pride from both sources, he of the high heels and smooth soles would stoop to no such inglorious precaution.
 Now. considering the bull fighters s superior weight and vim, it looked dark for Willie, boots or no boots, and as the battle proceeded it looked dark CT still. And yet the records of the In- door Yacht club relate that the fight was won by Willie. It was not. It was won by Bud Fisher, who, in the goodness of his heart and in response to an inner prompting derived by ob- serving the toreador's smoothe-soled OOOlS, SQ1lnhl6Q Ld1CuTn pOWQ6T.
 OFFERED $100 TO BE FIRED.
 Nut and Jeff stuff" Well, call 1t that If you choose, and say the same of Buds georgeous little tiff with a newspaper magnate over just one cig- arette. While working for a paper with which he had a contract he was dead sick of, as better engagement awaited him elsewhere, Fisher strolled into the office one day fiercely puff in %j joror n-. can smoke like chimney, but this was an exceptional paper, and a pompous individual sniffed indignantly, glanc- ed up from his desk, saw Fisher, saw the cigarette, and thundered:
 Young man, what do you mean by bringing that cigarette in here?" Don't you know it's against the rules?"
 Who says so" Bud asked. in mock astonishment
 The pompous individual brought down a heavy fist on his desk and roared, T do!'
 What of it?" Said Bud. blowing rings.
 You'll understand when you're fired"
 Bud grinned- At that point the cig- arctic went out Lighting another tossing away the match, and putting on an air of assumed gravity, he bent over the desk and said:
 Listen! I don't know who you are and I'm not sure that I care, but if you'll fire me, I'll met you at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon and hand you two thousand dollars"
 The pages of history contain no men, tion of a more flabbergasted mortal than the old party at the desk then was. He got over it, I understand, but never looked the same.
 FUNNY HAPPENINGS PURSUE HIM
 Funny things take place when Bud Fisher is around, not always of Buds seeking, either. A few years ago, a newspaper friend of his was ordered to Mexico, where Villa had notion of convincing the American people how sweetly he ruled. With incomparable nerve, the correspondent asked for a special train, unlimited funds, and per mission to bring along squad of boon companions. Villa stood for it A majority of the boon companions tucked but among those jumped at the chance was Fisher. When the train pulled up at San Tamale, or some greaser tank town, the travellers got