Los Angeles herald., 1892-09-08
FOUGHT ONCE TOO OFTEN,
Where Is Prof. John l..
Sullivan At /?
The Worlds Champion Meets
IgnOminious Defeat.
James J. Corbett Whipped Him in
Twenty-one Rounds.
The Boston Bully Badly Battered-The
California Boy Finished Fresh a. -
Daisy Great Rejoicing at
Corbett's Home.

| OOEucCt'b hoInes
By the Associated Press.
New ORLEANS, La, Sept. 1.-THE
laurel has shifted. John l.. Sullivan
has had some new sensations; 90 has
James Corbett. One has been knocked
off the pedestal Of the pugilist cham
pionship. and the other has climbed into
his place. The California heavy weight,
Corbett, has knocked out the champion,
John L. Sullivan, and won, besides
some $4,000.
coRBETT WON EASILY.
The impression left by the rapid spec.
tacle is that Sullivan was at no moment
in the path of success, and physical
evidences of this were apparent at the
finish. What were they? Corbett, the
winner, at the moment of his victory,
was keen, quick and alert. In every
round his face was aglow with steady
interest, he wore q half smile, and at
the close he was ready to attack his foe
anew, with ferocious force, had, that foe
been able to rise. These were the con-
ditions Of his victory. Sullivan reeking
with blood. smashed, bruised, jellied,
and nearly if not quite insensible-- these
were the evidences of defeat, and it was
then and there that the laurels shifted,
and new man was born in the cham
pionehip.
WHY WAS SULLIVAN DETHRONED.
He himself had contributed to the
causes of his own downfall. Had his
life known no excess, Sullivan would
have been able to fight the struggle
more effectively to retain his prestige.
He is not, relatively, SO good man at
| "a as hundrede of other men 1t that age.
His face is furrowed. not alone by years,
but by the methods of his living. His
ponderous body, too, bore the trace, not
alone of time, but of easy living. His
condition was not comparable with that
of his foe.
IT COULD NOT BE.
There was cumulation of age and
wide freedom which could not be trained
away without impairing the man. Sui
livan, too, had been over confident. He
had been contemptuous of the needful
measures for bis perfect condition. He
was Sullivan, and Sullivan could not
lose in battle. Corbett has taught
him otherwise, and now, starting with
eight years less OF life's inevitable wear,
he had conserved his powers, perfected
the methods of their use, charging his
heart meanwhile with confidence that
he would become
KING OF HIS KIND.
His was the capital OF brain and mug
Gle upon which to build up a fortune of
victory and reputation. 1t may not be
carelessly said that Corbett at 26 years
of age is a better man than Sullivan
was at that age, but assuming they were
equally good men at equal ages, the
analysis OF this victory comes back to
| the fact that while some men of "a may
whip some at 26, the elder man being
the victor, muet rot have added his
own methods of depletion to those
which the silent years go surely employ.
| Sullivan came forward tonight into
the glare of twenty electric lights. His
sense fed before the shouts OF those
who will fount him now. The majority
believed in him. Why should
not the champion believe
in himself. So while they yelled with
worshipping plaudits, he sat down in
his corner and with easy interest
scanned the powerful fellow opposite.
THE MEN SIZED UP.
Somehow there is homage in the eager
attention the trainers bestow upon theil
champion, and tonight, while Sullivan
enjoyed this, his heavy form sank down
as he sat waiting for the pre-
liminaries. Those who scanned hin
closely saw welts of flesh on his abdo
men rolling far over the edge of his
firmly drawn belt. It should not have
been the obesity of age, for the man to
night should be in the prime o
his years. Was it the distentior
surely following wine suppers and no
dinners of rich foods? Who shall say
While sitting thus under the eyes o
hundreds whose scrutiny was sharpenet
by their money on the result, Sullivan
was in turn studying bis foe, and wha
did he see?
In the opposite corner, out of whicl
all the victors in the Olympic club hay
gone to victory, there sat beautiful
specimen of human flesh and bone
Sullivan saw smiling and confden
face. He saw neck that had pois
and strength. He saw a ches
deep enough to hold bellows. H
saw a pair Of Drowned shoulders wher
piles of muscles leapt and glided bs
meath the ekin. He heheld outstretche
upon the ropes, while the trainer
did their service, q pair OF arms as lon
as those Of wind mill, punched wit
1.-the driving muscles with the bloc
and nerve Of youth. The champio
beheld foe whose abdomen ws
3 clean cut. and round-like in it's line
There was no adipose to clog his luDs
or burden the freedom of his action
\ Like roller was Corbett--trim, aoli'
\ balanced physically at every poin
his long legs seemed trifle light for tt
I muscular shoulders and body. n