The Happy WarriorHutchinson, A. S. M. (Arthur Stuart-Menteth)
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The Happy Warrior
Hutchinson, A. S. M. (Arthur Stuart-Menteth)
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put up a purse for knock-out or win on points match between Ginger
Cronk, ten stun champion of the west,--who beat Curly Hawkins in eight
rounds, knocked out Alf Jacobs after a desperate ding-dong o' fourteen
rounds, defeated Young Philipps in five rounds, and Jew Isaacs in
sixteen,--and Gentleman Percival, a lad with a future before him, whom
you'll be proud to have seen, gentlemen, discovered this summer by
Gipsy Japhra, the man who held the lightweight champion belt for four
years in America and who has trained with all the great ring heroes,
bare-knuckle men, gentlemen, of a glorious Prize Ring period of the
past. You are requested to pass no remarks during the progress of this
desperate encounter, but to signify appreciation in the usual manner.
Gentlemen, Mr. Ginger Cronk, Mr. Gentleman Percival--TIME!--" And so
on; and winding up with "a remarkable exhibition in which Gipsy Japhra,
partnered by Gentleman Percival, will show the style and methods of the
old P. R. gentlemen"--and then back to the platform again, to parade,
to fill the booth, to fight--and so till the last visitor had left the
fair to night and to its hoarse and worn-out workers.
A tough life, a quick life, a good life; ... and Percival trained on.
At first he had been considerably tasked by the rough and tumble,
ding-dong work in the boxing booth following the strenuous labour of
the day, with no time lost between pitch and pitch. Aching limbs he
had dropped on his couch when at last rest came, and tender face,
bruised from six or seven hours' punching, that even the soft pillow
seemed to hurt. But he trained on. In a few weeks it was tired to bed
but unaching, unhurt--only deliciously weary with the wearyness of
perfect muscles and nerves relaxed to delicious rest; early afoot,
keen, and sound, and vigorous; brisk, ready smiling to jump into the
ring for the last P. R. exhibition with old Japhra as for the first
spar with Ginger Cronk or Snowball White. "Thou art the fighting
type," wise Japhra had told him years before; and those exhibition
rounds with the old man were each of them lessons that brought him to
rare skill with his fists.
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