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Show DKMI'SKV TIll'MI'lS A 1)1 I) K. A Town Rounder Runs t i Against The Middle Weight Champion. A town dude by tho name of Wiilard is nursing a very sore faco today from having come iu contact with the scieu-tilic scieu-tilic and sludge hammer blows administered admin-istered by tho champion of middle weight pugilists of the world, Jack Dempscy. At au early hour lliisinorn-ing lliisinorn-ing Dempscy was playing pool with friends in the White house billiard room, and was introduced to an old Irishmen who was tho worse for liquor. Tho old fellow sal half asleep 'in a chair, and lookiug up Dempscy noticed a llashy dressed individual side up to the inebriate, ineb-riate, and lake a hand full of money from lii.s-pockot. 'Tut that money back. Yoi can't rob anyone in my presence," shouted Dempscy. "I was only jossing," timidly responded re-sponded tho light lingered gentleman, who was ordered by the pugilist to make himself scarce." At this juncture Wiilard stepped up to Dempscy, remarking, "that young fellow is my friend." "Your friend is a thief," retaliated Dempscy, who hail no more than uttered ut-tered tin; words before ho received a slap on the check from Williard. Dempscy Demp-scy responded in quick order, mid landed his btuich of lives square on Wil-liard's Wil-liard's face, thereby cutting a deep gash and sending him to tho Jloor and a doctor's ollico for repaiis. |