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With him, and last night met
cDoc" for the championship.
' Every one was sorry for
Charlie. A good boy, and a fair
fighter, but "them eyes, my
Gawd, them eyes," was the way
most of the defeated pugs viewed
the battle. Charlie didn't have a
Just before the gong rang for
the start, one of Charlie's, sec
onds dumped a bottle of some
liquid on his gloves. It wasn't
legal, but. What's legality in a
"Doc"'- came to the center of
the rjng. So did Charlie. Doc
stared. Charlie turned his head.
He was afraid to meet those glar
ing lamps. "Doc" continued to
stare. Then Charlie swung a
right , and Jeft. He was short a
foot, but "Doc" sputtered, ana his
smile disappeared. Charlie swung
again and tapped "Doc" on the
forehead. The latter dropped his
guard and covered his eyes. The
great destroyers were in eclipse.
This was Charlie's chance. He
faced "Doc" fearlessly and belt
ed him all over, the ring. The
round finally ended and "Doc"1
was led to his corner. His sec
onds worked over him, but to no
purpose. The next round was a
repetition of the first. Charlie
swung, and "Doc", covered his
eyes. Now and then Charlie put
over a hard wallop and the doctor 1
grunted, but his eyes wouldn t
work. In the third round Charlie
bored in and blacked both of his
opponents peeps at the start. He
hit at will, and finally knocked
"Doc" through the ropes. The
fight was over, and CtiaFlieBurns
"was 115-pound champion.
Amazement! That's hardly
the word. They couldn't under
stand it. The hypnotic eyes were
dimmed. But how? They had
worked on all the other fighters.
They had failed to work on
Burns. Finally one fan ap
proached the new hero.
"How'dyou do it?" he whisper
ed to Charlie. "I couldn't lick
him. I couldn't beat those eyes."
"Try ammonia," said Charlie,
"Try 'em on me?" queried the
other. Whatcha doin'? kiddin'
me? What good ud do to try
'em on me?" '
"Naw." answered Charlie. "Try
ammonia. A-m-m-o-n-i-a am
monia. Put ammonia on your
gloves. That's what closed his
Do you get Charlie?
WEATHER FORECAST '
and warmer tonight
and Sunday; lowest
t e m p e rature to
night ahout 12 de
grees above zero;
for Chicago and
Waterman (shaking his foun
tain pen) You have no idea how
easily these pens run !
His neighbor, (applying a blot
ter to his trousers) Oh, I have
an inkling! Harvard Lampoon.