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Show IT WAS A FIZZLE. Georga Dixon ltuna up Agalnat Stick That In Eaalljr Knocked Out. It was unfortunate for the thousand people who assembled in the Franklin Avenue theater last night that George Dixon's challenge and offer of $M00 to any man of his class who would stand before him ten rounds did not produce a better return thau a man with a stitch in his spinal column, and an amateur who knows as much of the arena as does one of Showell's hogs of a French menu. Thompson who ever that interesting itinerant may be, was nut in sight. "Don't hit me in the stomach, spare my head aud for the love you bear the Olympian gods," the almighty dollar included, "keep those rib roasters for Willis." "Where am I goin' to hit dis man?" asked Dixon of the referee. "He's barring everything." "Hit 'im in the wind," replied Kourke, and a few seconds later Thompson laid on the floor in ignomin- nim rfefeHf.. Managcr Rourke and his tanned peach left for California this morning where he takes Dixon to meet Willis for a purse of $501)0 in the California Athletic club rooms. The event will bo one of the most interesting in the history of the prize ring and Col. Kelley has just $1000 to stake that Dixon wins the battle. Sam Groesbeck and his baseball team are at the two ends of a misunderstanding. misunderstand-ing. Sam is in the consomme. He weut to enormous expense that Salt Lal-e might have a bail park and then cast about him for a team. He got the team and possibly some fair players but he declares them all more devoted to a dollar than to the profession. Ho hus wisely concluded to hunt up a new nine and its advent will be awaited with considerable interest. |