The referee was yellin’ “break,” The crowd was sore and howlin’ “fake,” They’d paid their dough to see a scrap, And so far we’d not hit a tap. The second round we both begin, I caught a fast one on my chin; And stood like I was in a doze, Until I got one on the nose. I started landin’ body blows, He hooked another on my nose, That riled my fightin’ blood like hell, And we was sluggin’ at the bell. The next round started, from the go, The millin’ we did wasn’t slow, I landed hard on him, and then, He took the count right up to ten. He took the limit on one knee, —A chance to get his wind you see; At ten he jumped up like a flash And on my jaw he hung a smash. I’m fightin’ too there, toe to toe, And hittin’ harder, blow for blow, I damn soon knowed he couldn’t stay, He rolled his eyes—you know the way. The way he staggered made me sick, I stalled, McGee yelled “cop him quick!” The crowd was wise and yellin’ “fake,” They’d seen the chance I wouldn’t take. That mob kept tellin’ me to land, And callin’ things I couldn’t stand; I stepped in close and smashed his chin, The Kid fell hard, he was all in. I carried him into his chair, And tried to bring him to for fair, I rubbed his wrists, done everything, —A doctor climbed into the ring. And I was scared as I could be, The Kid was starin’ and can’t see; The doctor turned and shook his head, I looked again—the Kid was dead! * * * * * _Just because you own an Ingersoll watch is no indication you’re a horological expert._ * * * * * The Rolling Stone The reason I never can quit the road Is a reason that’s plain and clear; It’s because no matter where I may stop And whether it’s far or near, There is a place beyond the place I am Wherever I may be at, And then beyond is a place beyond, And the world beyond all that. And as long as a man has eyes to see And a brain that wants to know, I figure there are things he’s bound to miss If he doesn’t go on and go. For there’s always a place beyond that place I happen to hand my hat; And another place beyond that place And the world beyond all that. * * * * * _“Did you hear the one about the mouse-trap?”_ _“No.”_ _“Well, it’s snappy.”_ * * * * * A fool and his honey are soon mated. * * * * * _“I’m glad my affairs are rounded into good shape,” said the pretty young thing as she pulled on her stockings._ * * * * * You Can’t Tamper Heard about the classy new neckwear for trainmen? They say these railroad ties are quite the rage. * * * * * _“Is she a very modest girl?”_