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Show a HE'S HUNTING A FICHT. An I nknonn From the North Iasnri a Hecklers Uallanra. The atmosphere in sporting circles is as full of pugilistic possibilities as a boarding house pio is of last years flies. A tall, gaunt individual with a hand on him as hard and rugged as Ensign peak, walked iufo the Bijou last evening and informed Colonel Kelley that he wanted want-ed to fight anything in Utah. The boniface sized him up for a moment and looking him in the eye replied: "Mv friend, are you aware of the fact that La Blanche is" a Salt Laker now?" "Don't care a tinker's who's here I wan't a fight. Gotter have it "Must bo a ringer" soliloquized the ward Nestor of local sporting circles. "What do you want to tight for?" "A thousand and the gate receipts." "What conditions?" "Any wind pillows, six ounce mittens, mit-tens, skin tights or bare knueks anything any-thing to accommodate the gentleman." It was a moment later when this bold defiance was flashed through sporting sport-ing circles and La Blanche was seen. "I don't know who he is." remarked tho plucky little F'renchman, "but I'll go him on any of his propositions that' comes wiihin the requirements of the law. I am open to an engagement under those conditions and if he's got a thousand tell him to let go of a forfeit of $250 and we'il try and give him what he's hunting hunt-ing for." . |