Wheeling Sunday Register

BOBBY AND LIZZIE FIGHT.

A Scientific Match Between a Terrier and a Monkey,

Philadelphia Telegraph.

Superintendent Brown's white bull terrier Bobby, and Lizzie, the Australian baboon at the Zoo, had a five round scrap in the cellar of the monkey house yesterday afternoon. There were only two spectators, but the fight would have made the blood of a sanguinary prize fighter freeze. Lizzie, the baboon, has been tied up in a cage in the gloomy basement all winter. In her loneliness she has had no other one in whom to awaken interest except Bobby, and her plan of accomplishing this has made some very thrilling experiences for Bobby in that dark cellar. Every time he whisked past her cage she reached for him like a lightning stroke from the clouds. The discomforts of life attending this made Bobby miserable, and yesterday he paid the price of peace by fighting it out to the bitter end. The contest was fought according to the scientific rules of the ring, and the baboon got more points in sparring in ten minutes than she could have learned in the Schuylkill Navy Athletic Club in ten years. It was exciting and hair raising. Five rounds were fought. The baboon started the fight. Bobby was dancing around, off his guard, when Lizzie suddenly let out with her left and caught Bobby back of the ear. She followed with her right and fastened a collar-and-elbow grip on the terrier's tail. The next time Lizzie aimed a left-hand cross at him he dodged and got a grip on her elbow. Then there was music, things looked dizzy, the hair flew, howls of horror went up, and the cellar shook. Lizzie let go Bobby's tail, but the terrier just hung on and chewed. Lizzie wanted to chew something too, but the bars of the cage were bars to her wishes, and if there had been no bars there would have been a whizzing cyclone in that cellar, with either a dead dog or a dead monkey to memorialize the conflict. The first round lasted two minutes, when Bobby let go to get his wind. He stood up gamely for the second round, Lizzie sparred more cautiously, made several feints, and caught Bobby foul once or twice. But the last round was a beauty. The combatants closed again in the wind-up. Lizzie showed more confidence, and when she led out once with too long a reach to recover in good shape Bobby caught on again. He got a saw-like grip on Lizzie's wrist and kept out of distance of her terrible right-handers. There was more music. Bobby dodged, growled, chewed, pulled, and wagged his tail. After three minutes he was ordered to break, and it was decided that he had won the medal.