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Looked Like A Liar

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"I was reading a clever Iittle sketch the other day about a man who told big etories which were iiot believed by bis acquaintances, and it reminded me of au experience I had once when I was considerably yotinger, " remarked Robert D. Wilson, the active Orleans couuty politician, when iu a reininiscent mood the other day. "It was like this: About the first contract I ever took was one to build a church in a swall town in western New York near Lake Ontario. My partner and I employed a good forcé of men, and amoug others a good natured, rather dapper hule Irishman, who applied for work shortly after we got the walls started. "He was not a skilled workman, but a good, active helper, and he struck roe at the time as beiug one of the most entertaining and cheerful liars it had ever been my pleasnre to meet. One of bis favorito tales was to the effect that he was for three years trainer and boxing partner of the famous pugilist Jem Mace and had seconded the one time champion in two of his moat notable battles. He rattled off ñames, places, dates and incidents in the most offhand rnanner imaginable, which, as we had no means of verifying his statements, he was perfectly safe. iu doing. Of course wo took what he said with a large grain of salt and enjoyed drawing hiia out. "One thing about the oíd f ello w struck me as peculiar- we could never induco him under any considoration to join in any of the friendly little sparring contests which we occasionally indulged in at the little country hotel, after our day's work was done. By no snbterf uge could we induce him to stick his hands in the big mittens, although he was always present at our exercises and took delight in making slighting comments upon our skill. "This got rather monotonous after awhile, and we set about devising a plan for teaching the oíd fellow a lesson. When he was sober, we kuew there ■was no chance of getting the gloves on him, but he usually got moderately full on Saturday evenings, and we concocted a scheme to give him an earlier start one Saturday afternoon, so that by the time supper was over he was considerably exhilarated. I was just out of a gymnasium at the time, and was considered a pretty clever boxer. The boys all went to work at him, and after a good many drinks and a lot of coaxing and cajoling they flnally got him to put on the gloves and spar a bit with me. " 'Sail in, Larry, ' I said. 'Don 't be afraid to hit me. ' AndI winked at the boys and went at him. He was easier than I expected. His guard seemed'very poor, and several times I rapped him harder than I should, but it seemed a good plan to teach the oíd blowhard a good lesson. After awhile I got a bit tired of the one sidedness of it. I registered about every time I found an opening, while the Irishman 's punches were all wild and of no acoount. Finally I decided that we had had fun enough and made up my mind to give him a good chinchopper, lay him out and quit. So I watched for an opening, and when I saw one a minute later, I aimed as heavy a blow as I could strike and let go. - "Well, say, I don't know even to this day what became of that punch, for at that moment something struck me on the neck, and for the next 30 seconds I experienced all of the sensations of Don Quixote when he had the mix up with the windmill, for that little Irishman was dancing around me and delivering nndercuts, overcuts, chin choppers, sidewinders, earmuffs, straight drives and long arm body blows f aster than I could feel them, while I pawed the air in an attempt at defense. "I think the boys said it was 42 seconds before I was lying in the corner, lirup and entirely out, but it was three days before I was out - at work again. I was sorry to flnd thab the agile little Irishman had disappeared irnmediately after I dropped asleep. He evidently feared trouble, but I never would have made any. In fact, I'd have liked to take a few lessons from him, but I've never had the mitts on from that day to this. "I don't know now whether that little Irishman was telling tho truth or not, but I have my suspicions about the


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