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Show THE BATTLE OF THE TINKERS "Galway, Eire. The annual finals in the battles for the championship of the Tinkers will be held tonight. The Tinkers are caravans of gypsies. They precede the main bouts by competitions in drinking poteen and boasting, after which the bare-fist fights begin." News The tournament began shortly after 9 p. m. Padriac O'Feeney, a top Tinker, began the boasting. "I kin lick any bucko in the glen with me arms in a sling and me feet In a cast,' he declared, baring his chest. "I was niver In bitter shape since the night I kilt the four bullocks with slaps from the palm of me left hand. Bring on me opponintP "Why the foul-mouthed ... Ill" roared Finley Mulligoweneagh, 6 foot 5, and built like the Irish gods of old. "A sissy he Isl 'Twas medium-sized bullocks he kilt an' it took him five minutes. I could of finished fin-ished all four with the thumb o' wan hand. Let me at him!" "I could bate the likes of ye fresh off a sickbed and without a drink in me system," barked O'Feeney. "Did ye Iver hear o the time I took on the sivin mad stewldores of . . ." The bell rang for the first round, after two hours of this, and Terry Moollhahn, the referee, called, i "come out for your InstruckshlnsI" "Put a more resplctful tone to your words," snapped O'Feeney, glaring at him. I "Now I want ye both to come out I fightln'," began the referee. "The likes of ye tellin' me what you want!" roared Mulligoweneagh, Mulligowen-eagh, flooring him with one punch. Numerous referees being always carried as "spares" at the Tinker fights, Garry Finnerty took his place. "Now in case of a knockout," began be-gan Finnerty. "In case!" bellowed O'Feeney, giving him the butt. "In case of a knockout? Hear the mon!" ROUND I. Whereupon the two principals tore out of their corners. They had a little trouble finding each other. Finally they met accidentally and fell into a clinch. The referee tried to part them but found he was separating sep-arating two spectators by mistake. ROUND n. O'Feeney fell on his face three times as he came from his corner. His opponent, falling but twice, was the sharper as they got to their feet. Both swung haymakers at the same time and landed on the referee, who was saved by the bell. ROUND III. O'Feeney's eye had been cut. His seconds had leaped in to put a patch on it, but they put the patch on an innocent bystander in their general uncertainty. The bell for the round failed to sound as the official of-ficial timekeeper had become engaged en-gaged in a brawl of his own. There were 30 or 40 other fights In progress prog-ress all over the glen now. The spectators spec-tators began to yell for action. I Here the spectators became disorderly. dis-orderly. Cries of "they're stallln' " and "throw the sissies out" rang through the fields. I ' The fight was then stopped as a FAKE. But it took 27 referees to stop it- I MORE ABOUT HORSE SHEDS I Our recollection of old-time horse sheds at Mansfield Grove, hard by the East Haven river, before the days of trolley cars is shared by Bdb Stevenson. "We remember those sheds. We used to hold the annual great family picnic there, with the uncles and the aunts and the cousins and the great-aunts, great-aunts, and the grandmothers and the grandfathers and heaven only knows how many kids of all sizes and degrees of inevitable addiction I to falling off the rocks into the sea, getting lost in the far meadow , reaches, or adventuring in some 1 boat to look for pirate treasure or distant Thimble islands," writes ' Bob. "The New Haven members of the clan would roll out in the grandeur of the finest that they could hire at Kirk's livery, with fringed surreys, red-striped yellow wheels, shining black - enameled dashboards and ribbon-tied whips in flare sockets. I "Aunt Eliza made the clam chow-' chow-' der in an iron pot braced on stones over a driftwood fire, enough for the entire picnic. The rest of the food came in large, heavily laden baskets, bas-kets, traveling under carriage seats. But any further recollections of what we had to eat at those long grove tables would only make us sadder in these days of rationing." I I Elmer Twitchell suggests that we ' let Japan keep the emperor and one end of the horse. Or rnaybe we Bhould take him off that horse and put him on a mouse. NO DOUBT OF IT. If Hlrohito Is a god, Then when he passes out He'll meet two other fellow gods, Adolf and Ben, no doubt. If Hlrohito is a god Then "Hit and Muss" of course, Will be included lu the act Called "Three Men on a Horse." |