He Walloped 8 Men, But the Ninth One...

1920

"Thought a Mule Kicked Me," Man Tells Judge Next Day

KANSAS CITY, Mo. — Thomas Fisher, a railroad brakeman, drank something and entered the lists. He met eight men. He hit seven men. Seven men hit the sidewalk and the eighth fled when Fisher's fist missed his nose and knocked his hat into the street.

Another was approaching out of the darkness.

"I'm a wild man," announced Fisher, "and I'm looking for a person named Dempsey."

"I'm G. E. King of the vice squad," replied the newcomer, "and I'm looking for wild women, but maybe I can accommodate you."

"I was going fine until a horse kicked me," Fisher told Judge John M. Kennedy the next day in the North Side Court. "It was the first drink I ever took, judge, and it was some of this prohibition whiskey."

"It wasn't a bad night's work," returned the court. "Discharged."

—The Saturday Blade, Chicago, March 20, 1920, page 1.