"Liners Again Anchor in the Whangpoo River" said a heading the other day.
Oh frabjous day! Callao! Callay! Arouse our torpid liver!
For now they say that liners may Be anchored in our river.
Many a day they've kept away While shipping men did "figger"
To find a way,—or so they say, To make this port's trade bigger.
Oh happy day! Hurroo! Hurray! For now we'll soon be singing With joy to see the liners stay In port, their cargoes bringing.
The great affray has passed away Tar from this city's borders And now we may, without delay, canvassing for orders.
Oh, merry day! Callao! Callay! The dear old Whangpoo River Has passed the day of dire melee, To come again? Why niver'
On Boxing Experts FmoM descriptions of the Llewellyn-Ausborn fight:
Too clever, too heavy and too long-armed to be knocked out last night, Edwin Llewellyn, of the Loyal Regiment, surprised a large section of the crowd by winning at least seven of the eight rounds to taken an obvious decision from Jack Ausborn, the hard hitting American sallor—
"NCD.
n in nearly every round, covered with gore but game to the bitter end—and it was bitter—Jackie "Butch" Ausborn, of the U.S.S. Augusta, hailed as the Navy Relief Champion, bowed to a superior opponent in the person of rugged Edwin Llewellyn, British Army Champion, of the Loyals Regiment, last night in the main event of a slam-bang, action-packed card at the Canidrome arena which proved a worthy successor to the sterling programme staged one week before.—"C, Press,"
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