The Washington times., 1932-03-04
RUM AND RESIN,
DON'T MIX,
FABLE r
BY HARRY COSTELLO
Georgetown Backfield Star
191O-13)

1908
Michael Murphy was a college
boxer, and a good one, too. He
was a lightweight. He had en-
tered the college tournament
mainly for the purpose of spend
ing a few pleasant days, and
nights, in the big city.
Michael's first bout started.
In. the mind of the great col
lege lightweight there was only
a single thought, Hit him with
that right hand"
Early in the first round, our
hero got that famous right hand
across. Down went his opponent.
The referee did not even bother
to count. Michael Murphy's first
fight of the tournament was over
in one minute six seconds of
the first round. Michael Murphy's
head swelled one-eighth of an
inch, as the heads of college boys
are wont to do.
Another Eighth Inch
That same night our great
Michael Murphy entered the ring
again. Second round of the
tournament. Early in the first
round, the great right hand of
the great Michael Murphy found
the jaw of his opponent. Down
went the opponent. Out swelled
sMichael's head another eighth of
an inch.
The next two bouts for
Michael, fought the following
afternoon and night, found our
hero again victorious by virtue of
the great right hand of the great
Michael Murphy.
Two moro fights to go-two
more rounds, in Michaels opin-
ion-and the great Michael
Murphy would be crowned light
weight champion of all the col
lege boys in America.
Should Be a !Cinch
"It ought to be easy" thought
Michael Murphy.
The night before the afternoon
OF the semi-final, Michael strolled
around town. Like all hard hit
ters. he was restless when not in
action. Monotony palled. He saw
bar-room. Evidently a gathering
place for college boys and gen.
tlemen. Michael stepped in, and
up to the bar.
He looked over the drinks OF
other customers and spied one
which looked attractive. It was
multi-colored, and pretty. He
asked the bar-keep to fix him up
lone of that kind with the rain
bow colors."
These are Rainbow cocktails.
and kinda strong" said the bar
keep, as he mixed Nichaeps first
one.
Michael had II Rainbow cock
tails before he returned to his
hotel.
Next afternoon, in the semi
final of the college tournament,
the great Michael Murphy once
again proved his merit. In the
first round Michaers opponent
left an opening. Swish! Once
again the great right hand OF the
great Michael Murphy described
the proper arc, landed. The crowd
cheered as they carried Michaers
opponent out of the ring.
That night came the final. AS
the great Michael Murphy, one
punch college fighter, entered the
ring amid thunderOuS applause,
his mind vas on Rainbow cock
tails, and how soon the great
Michael Murphy could get to the
bar where they were sold. He
listened not when they announced
his opponent as mfr. Patrick
Casey, of Fordham." Our great
Michael Murphy wanted the final
over quickly. He should have
listened to that name, mfr.
Patrick Casey, of Fordham."
Not Down to Stay
The championship fight started.
Almost Immediately over went
the great right hand of the great
Michael Murphy. Down went
Mr.. Patrick Casey, of Fordham.
BUT, Mr.. Patrick Casey got right
up. No staying down for the
likes of Mr.. Patrick Casey, of
Fordhan1.
Casey was furious. He rushed
the great Michael Murphy.
Michael smashed out with that
great right hand. 1t landed.
Down went Casey. Once again,
Casey got right up. AS Mr.. Pat
rick Casey, of Fordham, stalked
toward Mr.. Michael Murphy, the
Casey right hand spun through
the air. It landed on the point
of Michael Murphy's jaw.
Michael Murphy, the great
Michael Murphy, he of the
Swelled head, opened his eyes
to find the referee juggling the
two murphy jaws.
How do you feel?" asked the
sympathetic referee.
Like one more Rainbow cock
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