| Show I I TALE O OF A SMOKED S ScRAPPER R I Once upon a time there lived a man by bythe bythe the name ot of Muldoon McDonald Like Ernest was wa an un unbleached unbleached bleached American He lived In a part of FrIsco known as The Barbary Coast That is somethIng like the Bowery in New York writes Tad the wen well known sporting porting writer Mull Wa the crack whip of thIs section NObody had his number Nobody had him bullied and there a man for I miles around who ever doubted a thing that this certain gent spouted Mull was wasa a scientific boxer and whenever he I crawled through the ropes all the smokes in FrISco were there but with the tinsel bt bet that Mull could kin kill an elephant a b bet t was offered He could tC toss sS em up with either hand so hard and fast thit t the other fellows in put an egg in their shoes before the limit Mull boxed at all the smaller clubs each week and tipped One ne over regularly at eV every ry show He was a demon He had llad llada hada a head like Sn an olive but it was harder than a cannon naIL DalL His shoulders oozed over on the sIdes until he looked top heavy and the arms my the arms man had thInk he had something up his sleeve aU all the time One day a bIg raw recruIt by the name of Toothpick KellY arrived in town The Pick was Wha a large tough gent and looked as though lie he washed his face With witha I Ia a nutmeg grater He Ie had bad a stubby beard that looked like the roll roil on a Swiss mu music music sic box and the they used to hammer hamm r them in Instead ot of shaving him He wanted to fight and wanted the toughest man in inthe inthe the world to mIngle too He looked like a to MulL so the club man managers managers agers sign signed d the men up They were to gather at a club on the side eilie and on the evening of the tete the place looked mor more like a sar sardine sardine dine bOX bOt than a clubhouse Every gent was there at the gong tinkle What the chIckens were to have done to them the next day wax was a shame to listen to Oh my inyl chicken and watermelon and p patent leather sh es and them overcOats ts and ana checkered vests say ay no more man jes wait till thIs yeah go Mull cr through the topes looking like a bronze statue Kelly came in a momE t later but to the coons looked like zo 0 much marmalade fixed the mitts talked over the rules pulled up the tights and then the gong rang Mull had a smile on that looked as though hIs face was cut from ear to e ear r Stylish He had the fashion page beaten fiftysix ways was from the jack There nothIng that Mull have with him He tos ed a f few w up to The Picks jaw but the latter smiled d He poured a few into The PIcks front but the raw man grinned gain again Once again Mull leaned a right on the he puss of his opponent but stran strange e to say he might just as well have placed it on a statue No effect It did not move him Suddenly the big raw gent unbuttoned d right from somewhere that caught Mull on the ear and he toppled over like a chopped tree He rolled over on his face As the refer referee e counted three he turned over on his back at four he put his hand handon on hIs h head ad at sIx he pe peeped ped at the crowd at seven h he closed hiS eyes at eIg eight t ho he looked up at The Pick and at he never moved again The ref referee ree had th the see all called ot off and after fter the ninth yelled louder than ever YOURE OUT Mull wa wagi ed his head and looking up at the said NOBODY KNOWS IT BETTER BETTEm THAN I DO MR REF REFEREE REFEREE The coons turned a bit paler and as Mull was bel being s carried to hIs dressing roam asked hIs chief advIser what had be beCome ome ot of that awful wallop he had AW he left it in the dressin room the trainer said |
