The fiteing man iz a kind ov human bull tarrier, with a jaw on him like
a wolf trap that haz just been sprung.
He haz a low, sour forehead, a beefy neck, a small eye, and an ugly pug
noze.
Hiz intelligence konsists in knowing how tew maul another human being,
able tew take it in return, and not kno it.
All hiz ideas ov honor are governed bi the code which calls it
dishonorable to puntch a man belo the belt.
Hiz grate ambishun in life iz tew win a phew bloody fights, and then end
hiz daze az the proprietor ov a gin mill, with hiz name and infamy hung
up in gilt letters over hiz bar.
He iz a rank koward bi natur, and never fought a battle yet in which he
did not expekt hiz low cunning would enable him tew outwit hiz
adversary.