The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-01-26
lots O. FUN IN FIGHTING.
puGuIsTS TELL OF THE HUMORs
OF THE PRIZE RING.

ers, But They Do Play it on Green
Man When They Catch One-Comi-
cal stories by Billy Edwards, Jack
Dempsey, Jack Hopper, Davis and
other 5000 Un's."
(Copgfght)
NEW York, Jan. 25.-That prizs fighters
are not so black as they are too often
painted, and that many are quiet and we'll
behaved men is matter Of common knowl-
edge Few people, however, are aware of
the large amount of fun which occurs in
pugilistic circles. Volumes might be writ
ten Of the unpublished incidents and
humorous events which happen to the men,
bers of the fistic profession.
The few incidents which follow are the
latest anecdotes in this world of sport, and
diplay phases of life that will be an absolute
novelty to most readers of the daily press.
Zone of my funny experiences" said
Happy Jack Davis, the heavy. weight pugil-
is. occurred last week. | had Just fl lished
giving boxing-lesson, when two wealthy
men about town came in and asked me to
do them a favor. 1t seems that about an
hour before a sporting man had introduced
TO them a huge specimen of a tough citizen
wanted them to back him for $40 or
$500 to fight anybody who came along As
he appeared to be a Samson, and told any
number of stories about his proves, they
consented to do 50, upon condition that he
proved himself first class man against me
for three rounds. He eagerly accepted their
proposition, volunteering to make the
rounds five or ten. Thereupon the prospect
i've hackers had left him to get me and
bring hack fO have the match
Not knowing my opponent, made it a
pure matter of business, and consented to
tight him to the best of my ability for three
rounds for SIS. The money was paid over.
and went with my employers to the fight
ing place. 1t was large room on the west
side Of the city, and when | arrived con-
tanned party of thirty or forty sweIls and
sports who had come to see the fun.
II was introduced to my antagonist, who,
as | learned afterwards, had been the
bouncer of some low dive in very bad
neghborhood down town. He was tall,
broad, and heavy, big enough to be house,
but l noticed that he had been hard
drinker, was more or less bloated, and
lacked the agility and quickness which all
good pu lists have.
Believing that courtesy does not come
amiss 10 even prize-fghters, said to him:
1 believe I'm to have the pleasure of fight
ing you this evening"
'''I don't know bout dat, young Teller,
he answered, with a fierce scoWl. You
want to fight all you know how, cause I'm
goin' to lick the lining out of yer.
Not abashed at this curt answer, but
rather pleased. because I've always noticed
that the men who talk the most ferociously
act the most harmlessly, | said to him:
Have you fought many times beiorep
He looked at me in supreme disgust a
a moment, and then uttered this pleasant
remark: What you givin' me- Pve put
men to sleep whom you couldn't look at,
Gully, and just you g fl and hump your
self until it's time to knock you silly
Il retired to my dressing-room, nut my
self in proper costume, and in fifteen
minutes entered the ring. 1t was not much
of a fight. The fellow knew neither how to
hit nor to guard. After two minutes, in
which blackened both eyes, drew cla ct
from his pug nose, removed half a dozen
teeth and knocked him down, he tried to
rush me very much in the fashion of a
mad bull. As he came up jumped side
ways and struck him with all my TO 'ce
under his ear, and he fell senseless to the
floor. The fight was awarded to me, and
after dressing, | waited until he came to.
When he recovered his senses he locke /
around as if in a daze and said: odd de
ceiling drop on me?
'''Xes, it did, answered a compassionate
bystander.
"'Did 1t fall on de young kid who was
trying to fight me?
"Onabeing answered again in the affirma-
tive, he sad:
'''Dat was very lucky fur him, cause if
it hadn't I think l would have killed him.
ut is hardly necessary to add that he did
not get the backing he desired"
Warwick Edwards, familiarly called
Wary" is the brother of Billy Edwards,
Of - 81,
skillful as the latter. He seldom ters the
ring but makes handsome living teaching
the jannesse doree of New York how to use
their hands. In discussing the queer feat
ures of boxiana, he told the following:
81 was once retained by a young and
wealthy dude to teach him how. to spar, to
train him and put him in perfect condition
to thrash some one who had incurred his
enmity. He paid me very well, but made
me come to his own house to teach him, and
promise never to reveal the fact of our
relations | worked very hard with him
for three months, and got him into as good
a shape as his irregular hours. late
dinners and cigarette smoking would
allow. About a week after | was Ell
gagged by him | was approached by 9
second youth Of the same type and wa;
hired by him in a similar manner. His
progress was about the same as that of the
other. At the end of that period the en-
gagement ceased and was heartily thanked
bv each. About a week afterwards, / was
in a Broadway hotel one evening when
pupil No. l came i'll. He was not very
handsome object; both eyes had been
painted; his face was badly scratched
There was suspicious piece of court plaster
on his scalp where hair had been pulled out
and, take him altogether, he was a very
charming ruin. l sympathlzed with hin
and after a little while his heart softeneC
and he told me- his tale of woe
'"pve had an awful time, dear chappie
You got me into awful good form aud
went out one night to annlhilate disgust
ing creature You don't know him. HIi
name is - and he lives at - anC
here he gave the name and address of my
pupil No 2, and you know, dear chappie
he had been trained by beastly prize
fighter, but l gave him an awful licking
YOU know, but her brother came along, yoJ
know. that is the brother Of the young lady
over whom we had all the row, and saw
us and laughed and said, go 1t, boys; may
the best fellow win, and then went hom'
and told his sister and his father and hi
mother; and the old man, and he's an awful
cad, now saws we're two drunken buns
and the mother won't recognize us, and TIT
sister and all her friends call me tiny
Johnny Sullivan and the other fellow
little Jakey Kilrain, and they gigge at u
whenever they go past either one OF us
you know. | think, deah boy, lighting
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