Entre eux était le bon vieux temps, à Davenport, Iowa Comté Scott . old Scottcounty, lui astin pour bloquer le grand moulin. Puis, Rosa, ou thewires sumpin, risque d'être franchi, le gouvernement a ordonné à la société themilitia ring, pour être sûr de passer un document en matière d'élections et à tout bout comin. C'était un grand spectacle que moonlight evenin, sport, les dashin sojer tosee jeunes garçons de société marchinfour B au courant, avec des fusils chargés, en bas de la rue pour le Coli, musée que vieux shack bein paniers aux chevrons avec sportsand lutte fans de partout dans l'ouest. Personne n'a jamais entendu parler de personnes dans la capitale de la

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Them was the good old days, in Davenport, Scott County Iowa . old Scottcounty, astin him to block the big mill. Then, thinkin thewires, or sumpin, might get crossed, the gov ordered themilitia company to the ringside, to be sure of makin a recordfor hisself for the comin election. It was a grand sight that moonlight evenin, sport, tosee them dashin young sojer boys of Company B marchinfour abreast, with loaded rifles, down the street to the Coli-seum, that old shack bein packed to the rafters with sportsand fight fans from all over the west. Nobody ever heard of the folks in the Capital of thegood old State of Scott County interferin with the folks thatlive out where the tall corn grows, or astin them to pipedown on their sportin stuff. Not much! So, after the oldCol was filled, the doors was locked from the inside, sos theywouldnt be no interruptin of the services, and then YoungMcGovern and Pete Giese opened the show with a prizewaltz of six stanzas, follyed by Biz Mackay and Ad Wolgastin a ten-round pettin party. Then Malachy Hogan called 175. THEM WAS THE GOOD OLD DAYS Packey and the Kid to the center of the ring^ and, seein thattheir hands was nicely manicured, he told em to be carefuland not slap too hard, and to play for the wrists. Then thegong sounded, and everything, just like at a regular fight, and them two blood-thirsty maulers donetheir celebrated soft-shoe sketch. The sojer boys filled all the choicefront-row ringside seats, and they had thetime of their young lives kiddin the would-be champeens on their onion stuff. Captain Oliver W. Kulp was calledout to Des Moines by the gov a few dayslater, to slip him the how-come on thehokum of the night of the big scrap. Thecap told the gov that it was a nice friendlyexercise in wrist-slappin between friends, to get the money, and any porkhead that saw anything resemblin prize fightinthat evenin had him cheated for optical range, low visibility, illusion, and all-round imagination. The gallant young cap had his pi

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