The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-03-26
ROUND SEVEN.
More OF the same.
ROUND EIGHT.


Mere woman. Speaking OF wom-
en- being tickle, the auditnce seems
TO have switched its favor from
smith to Padgett.
Friend Husband. oh, the crowds
Always with the one on top. You'll
nave TO admit Padgett's good on the
offcnse.
Mere Woman. He's--offenslve.
sports Editor (jotting DOWN
tRdgett scores near-knockout.
Pugilist Gin the crowd Fine.
COWBOY. ! could not have done bet
ter myself.
Padgett Stablemate. The cowboys
already hit him with everything but
the water bucket. Smith'll he lucky
II he gets out Of here with them
white tights on.
smith Backer What you hitting
at, cowboy? When the cowboy hits
MIN, he Just isn't there.
sporting Gent. Put and take! You
chase me and III chase you.
Fight Ficnd. oh. for q Knockout! !
college Prof. | am an excellent
linguist, IL l do acknowledge It my
self but l cawn't understand this
yslanguage.
ROUND NINE.
Fans. Cowboy Is working on him.
You might as well sit down Warnie.
Finish him, cowboy Jar him loose
there. say. IL you want to rest,
Smith, come out here. Give him a
rest now and then. Hold him and
knock him off from you. II smith
amt a lovin' man, he amt nothln'.
It's IA good loving-match. Now kiss
him again. Hug him. Oh, | love
you so. You ought to have a kissing
match up there.
Make 'em stand up there and
fight. Throw 'em out OF the ring.
You're some cutters.
A second Of the well-known death
" silence.
ROUND TEN.
Padgett (scowls at smith and
sticks out his tongue) DIN you.
The Crowd. ???!!!
Flapper How ab6mbinably rude!
Friend Husband. what the ---!
Mere woman. Why the very
idea
Friend Husband. He didn't make a
face. His face is made already. He
Just merely stuck out that mug OF
his
Mr.. Hcnpeck. Gee, wish could
look that ferOClous.
Mere Woman, IL that's the Manley
Art, eXcuseZ-moi.
ROUND ELEVEN.
Fight Fiend. This amt no fight
at all. Less see somethin' fall.
Smith Backer Nmploringly) Try
that right again, Marnle.
Padgett Stablemate. Warnie's got
so many gloves on.
Fans. Make him fight. cow
puncher Put him away. cowboy,
and let's go home. Fight! Fight
Ride him into the corral and shut the
gate. Cool him, cowboy. Make him
like II. Close the other eye. Go In
and finish. Come on. let's go home.
Punch him I'm the gizzard.
Fight Fiend. Kill him, hang him.
murder him. eat him alive.
His Nelghbor. Say, what do you
want for two dollars?
Mere Woman. (shudderlng) Good
ness, but they're bloodthirsty.
College Prof. o ancient Rome,
the spectators at thy gladiatorial
contests thirsted no more for blood
than these'
BETWEEN ROUNDS.
Half the crowd (to the other half
Let's get near the door.
ROUND TWELVE.
Smith Backer. Hold him. warnle.
Padgett Backer, You'd better hold
him, Warnie,
Fans. All right, Smith. let's go.
Stay with him, Warnie. Keep
a-aEoing. Down In front, DOWN IN
FRONT. Less than a minute to go,
stick II out this round, Smith. Knock
him out, cowboy. Put him away.
pandemonium.
AFTERWARDS.
Winning Bettor to Loser. told
you so,
Would-be Bettor. I'm glad /
didn't get action on my money.
Fight Flend and Mere Woman
simultaneously I'm disappointed.
Fight Fiend's Neighbor and
Friend Husband talso simultane-
ously) why?
Fight Fiend. I wanted a knock
out.
More Woman. I wanted Warnie
TO win.