HYGEIA AT THE SOLITOIf you are knowing in the chronicles of the ring you will recall
to mind an event in the early 'nineties when, for a minute and
sundry odd seconds, a champion and a "would-be" faced each other on
the alien side of an international river. So brief a conflict had
rarely imposed upon the fair promise of true sport. The reporters
made what they could of it, but, divested of padding, the action
was sadly fugacious. The champion merely smote his victim, turned
his back upon him, remarking, "I know what I done to dat stiff,"
and extended an arm like a ship's mast for his glove to be
removed.
Which accounts for a trainload of extremely disgusted gentlemen
in an uproar of fancy vests and neck-wear being spilled from their
pullmans in San Antonio in the early morning
