This story was published by The Ypsilanti Daily Press on Tuesday, August 27, 1935.
Fiction writers are being bested by some of the true stories that liquor brawls develop and Ypsilanti youths seem to be doing pretty well with local contributions. Several instances in point have been related and now comes the story of a farmer boy living west of the city.
The setting is said to have been an illicit beer and gambling joint in his neighborhood. As morning hours wore on and liquor continued plentiful, trouble started. Involved was a colored boy, fast on the draw and skilful with his razor. They mixed, circulated noisily and somewhat destructively about the place for a while, then came the blood.
With vicious right swings the farmer boy was caught on the left leg and across the left side of his abdomen. It was clear to onlookers that he needed surgical attention and needed it quick. Being better acquainted with horse doctors than with others, and knowing one who is both skilful and obliging, they called him.
With darning needle the veterinary went to work. Proof of his skill today rests with the patient. He is up and around; feeling fit, he says and will soon be in shape to renew negotiations with the possibility of evening scores and perhaps giving the horse doctor another patient.