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By Jack Joseph Smith

for me. They seemed so ugly, when I was sober. There faces were bulky and distorted, somewhat like Dolveskey characters. There was a blind hate raging somewhere down within them, and their laughter was a relieved cry. On one such occasion, a short time after they had arrived, Young Ben came running over a far hill yelling that there was a monster over there, and he had just been picked up by him and tossed twenty feet in the air. Everyone began to run down the hill, and I stood there watching my picnic disappear. Some, who were drunk, fell face first into the creek on their way to see the monster. In a moment, I followed like a fool, to protect my patrons. I had a certain reputation to maintain, as I made enough money on that day to live for the rest of the week, and I didn't want to lose any drinkers. When we arrived at the other side of the next hill, we were startled at the sight of a huge negro man, who must have weighed three hundred and fifty pounds. He was with a group of people who were having a picnic such as ours, which seemed to be in a slight disarrey. I stepped up to him and asked, what the trouble was? He immediately swung at me. But he was very fat and reminded me of someone who might be married to Ancha Mima, and his arm moved like a huge treee branch coming at you from high in the sky. It was frightening as hell, but with a little bit of wit and gaging, I was able to move aside. I quickly ran around him, and up to the high side of the hill. He began moving toward me, and I backed up slowly, making sure he wouldn't find position on the above ground. Watching his feet carefully, I caught a slight stumble in his movement, and let him have it. Smack, right in the nose. He went backwards, his big face shaking, and his weight brought him down. But to the unfortunate suprise of a college boy, who found him self in the way, of what must of seemed to him to be, falling tons of flesh, Thomas, I later in a quite peculiar way found this to be his name, began to pound the college

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Seeing O'Dandy's crowd as ugly and distorted once he is sober, the narrator watches his Sunday picnic erupt when a huge man named Thomas is called a monster, and he steps into the trouble to protect both his patrons and his rough little enterprise.

The scene keeps the loose, boozy carnival of the picnic but strips the glamour from the old crowd by making them look swollen, hateful, and absurd. Money, reputation, and the need to manage the crowd matter just as much as courage, so the fight begins already tangled in business and performance.

Claude

Sober, he sees O'Dandy's crew as 'ugly,' 'bulky and distorted, / somewhat like Dolveskey characters,' their laughter 'a relieved cry' over 'a blind hate raging.' The Sunday picnic erupts when Young Ben comes 'running / over a far hill yelling that there was a monster' who tossed him twenty feet, and the narrator follows 'like a fool, to protect my patrons' and the day's takings. The 'monster' is a three-hundred-fifty-pound 'huge negro man'; when Thomas swings, his arm 'like a huge treee / branch,' the narrator dodges, gains the high ground, and drops him with one punch 'right in the nose' - only for the falling 'tons of flesh' to land on a college boy Thomas then starts to pound.