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Show I Uncle Walt TJis Pott PkilosoaVtr THE PRIZE FIGHT- -I saw two bruisers In tha, ring, and watched them biff, and heard them king. Two humans much like wild beast grown; their liada were largely made or bona, eah had, a hobrat'a vWoue face: they repreaented all that's base. They ware not stirred bv martial fire, nor were they full of manlv Ire; they fought to wtn the gn'den bone; they slugged for eaeh, nd f-ash alone. watched tha Wow. I heard the thud, and saw tha fighters Ptrcaked with blood. I heard them gwap and ttman and snort, and sighed "Great whiskers Is this sport?" A bard must thump his harp in vain: he can t produce pro-duce a sounding strain about a sordid scrap like that: the theme Is bald and pale and fat. Micauiav well might write hla va of fight Ins; men of olden day. wh held the bridge against a host, and, then be -a me the Roman boaat. And Homer Ho-mer had an mv snan; a poet can embalm a thp whn they who fight are after fame, or slog because they love the game But where s the 1-aM to twang- a lyre with siv show of se1 or fire for low browed bruiser of the aort that fights for s ads and calls It sport? OpvrtM. Ull. bjr Qeorg Mattnew A4rTll. im-ir |