Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-09-08
SULLIVAN THE 'FAVORITE,
And the Defeat of the Boston Boy
Came Like a Thunder Clap.
CHEERS FOR THE CALIFORNIAN.
The Scene Not Rivaled on Presidential Elec-
tion Nights.
MANY EMPTY POCKETBOOKs TO-DAY

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DISPATCH played to last night while the
great Corbett-Sullivan fight progressed at
New Orleans. As every movement of the
gladiators was flashed over the special wires
of THE DISPATCH the thousands of
people who had gathered in
front of the building swayed,
cheered and ch altered just as though they
were enjoying full view of the greatest
pugilistic contest ever waged, and when
the festive giant of the world would fall
the crowd at Smlthfeld and Diamond streets
seemed to feel the crumbling of the mon
arch ana his worldwide reputation.
The people began assembling in front of
THE DISPATCH Office fully an hour before
the sluggers entered the ring in the Crescent
City. 1t was a cosmopolitan outpouring.
The pug of local note elbowed the lawyer
and business representative. The gray
haired man with his sporting tendencies
still cropping out and the small boy equally
anxious for the information pushed about
and cheered and sighed as their sympathies
were swayed by the bulletins
Women in the Crowd.
Women were there too, and they stood
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marked interest every record that was
posted.
! 1t was purely Sullivan crowd. The
friends of the big fellow seemed to be out in
force, many of them had CHANGED their last
dollar on his promises. There were others
of his admirers around however,
who admired him for his skill, and when his
defeat was announced many broad-should-
cred, full-chested men walked away SUBJ
dued and as regretful as if they had lost a
relative. There was not woman present
who did not leave the bulletin board posi-
lively detected
But all the vast crowd were not Sui livan
men. The great betting odds which had
| been given and taken in Sullivan's favor
had by the hazard made many Corbett con-
| verts, and when the battle was ended there
were enough of that class present to send
out into the midnight air around of husky
cheers that passed along Smithfeld street
and into Fifth avenue like wall of deep
regret
Eager for the Bulletins.
It was just 1910 Pittsburg time when the
hardest fighters of modern times faced each
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most within minute the audience in front
of THE DISPATCH were told that fact.
From that moment the crowd began to
grow. 1t was the first information received
in the city, and as round of vigorous ap-
plause greeted that announcement it seemed
to sound a general call for the anxious ones
that were scattered about at other points
where it had been intended to display the
news and as if by magic everybody hurried to
join the applauders until Smithfield street
was practically choked up from Fourth to
Fifth avenues. 1t was with great caution
and difficulty that the electric cars we're
enabled to pillow their way through the sea
of humanity, and to save time the few
pedestrians who had more important busi-
ness were forced to abandon the thorough
fare entirely.
The Police Good-Natured.
An extra squad of policemen did indus
trious duty in their fruitless \endeavor to
keep the sidewalks clear, but the crowd was
good-natured, and the officers seemed more
amused than bad-tempered at their own in
ability.
"Corbett lodged the first blow from the big
fellow" was among the first bulletins re-
ceived. The information unimportant as 1t
seemed was posted almost before the ex-
champion had squared himself tor another
effort. This amused the crowd
and one interested spectator created
unbounded merrment by sug-
gesting ''Mr. Corbett is wise man in his
day and generation" "Sully again failed to
land on JIM was another bulletin that fol-
lowed promptly. "When he does land it
will be fatal, some one shouted, and then
the crowd cheered vehemently. "Corbett
lands on Sully's stomach" was the bulletin
that followed. The crowd looked
anxious The bulletins that followed
each told of Corbett's effective work until
nounced the big fellow had staggered the |
Californian. "He's got down to work
now," and "He'll finish the little fellow in
a jiffv," some Sullivan admirer shouted,
and the encouraging cheers echoed and re-
echoed along the street.
Applause BE came Broken.
All the bulletins that followed after the |
tenth round indicated victory for Corbett
The applause from that on was noticeably |
greater The excitement became more in |
tense, and, listening the spectators seemed |
almost 20 hear the blows as they were being |
delivered. In the fifteenth round it was |
announced that Corbett was cheered This |
was positive encouragement to the hackers |
of the scienced Californian, and then, for |
the first time during the fight even money |
was offered that Corbett would win. There |
were no takers, and even offers of odds |
against Sullivan found no encouragement
When the final knockout was announced
cheers and sighs mingled together, and the
great gathering dissolved and disappeared.
All of them did not go to their homes, how
ever At an early hour this morning little
knots of men were standing about talk
ing most of the fallen hero The
fortunate fellows who had risked
their money against long odds we're gratifed
with their success. They were in the con-
test for the money they made, and but few
of them were sufficiently pleased to gloat
over their success Most of them knew
Sullivan personally They had seem him
often and they felt something of local
pride in him, but few of them had ever seen
Corbett, none of them knew him person.
ally and while they applauded his courage
and his skill they regretted his victory.
Regrets of an Old Friend.
'T would have given good deal to see
Sullivan win his final fight" john Newell,
the Fifth avenue hotel man, said last night
after the battle. Mr.. Newell was the first
man to bring Sullivan out He met the
Boston boy in Erie many years ago, where
did not have reputation, money or friends
He helped him then financially. and the
two have been fast friends ever
since. 'T did not wager penny
went on. ssbut this was Sulliyan's last fight,
and I had hoped to see him retire with all
the glory that should attach to his remarka-
BILE ability. He was the best man the world
ever knew. The remarkable development
of scientific boxing was too much for
him, and he was out-classed by
the Younger and lighter man. Sullivan