SILENCING A WHISTLER 



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Why, there's more dog in you than in any nigger 

 I ever saw," calls out Joe to him. " Why, in Mr 

 Considine's letter to Tod Sloan, he said you could fight 

 ' till the cows came home.' " 



"That's right, but tell Mr Sloan that I see 'em 

 coming." 

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There are a brave lot of people about. I was riding 

 home in a street car in San Francisco one night with a 

 fellow called Gus Gentry, who was always talking 

 fight. I was sitting next to an old fellow, who fidgeted 

 about when I was whistling — I have spoken of the 

 habit. 



" Quit whistling," roared the old fellow. Gentry, 

 who was farthest away from him, nudged me and said : 

 " You go on whistling, Tod." 



The old fellow leaned across my back, looked at 

 Gus, and said : " You whistle." 



Gus made never a sound, and after a minute the old 

 fellow laughed and looked at us : "I don't hear either 

 of you two fellers whistling." He got off soon after, 

 and when we were travelling about 200 yards farther, 

 and the car running at about 25 miles an hour, Gus 

 broke in : " I'm burning up ; I've a good mind to 

 jump off the car and go back and kick the stuffing 

 out of that fellow. What right had he to stop us 

 whistling ? " 



" I didn't hear you whistling, Gus," I answered. 



" No, but I'm not a whistler like you. Tod. I 

 wasn't brought up to it like ; in fact, I can't whistle — 

 not what they call whistling." 



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Just another word about Jim Corbett. Always a 

 good fellow, he liked to sit down in a bar-room with 

 Frank Ives, the billiard player, and myself and talk 



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