The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1893-05-02
SERMON TO BOYS.
Especially Designed for Those
Who Want to Be Pug
lists.
Bows, there's nothing in it.

performance IT the opera house las
Monday night by the black Austria
lian. Jackson, and Chovn,ki. two mag
nificent specimens OF muscle and
strength, consider what it takes tc
make pugili>t and who he is when
he is made.
Boys there's nothing in it.
Look at those two men and sitt theil
careers. One is in the very zenith OF
his glory perhaps. The other is
merely a back number and Is now
scarcely considered in even sporting
circles.
Choynski was hero once. He
fioated on the top wave temporarily.
He met more than his match in Cor,
bett and now he, unfit on account
of his training and life for anything
useful, must travel around To lei an
Australian negro make a monkey
of him at 80 much per night.
BOYS. there's nothing in it.
jackson will meet his superior in a
short time and then he. too. will soon
pass from history, and will cease to he
a drawing card as Uncle Tom in Il
third rate Tom show. The final end
may he foreordaine,!, but no one can
predict what the future of this black
man of muscle and sinew will he,
other than it will be dark and without
a ray of hope. His present life makes
it 50.
Boys, there's nothing in it.
You need not look back beyond
your years to see the inevitable result
of entering the prize ring. \ few
years ago John l.. Sullivans auto
graphs were worth a dollar apiece
and to see him spar would cost good
round months salary. What is he
and where is he now: \ garrulous
old sport, disgusting his former friends
and hackers by his constant abuse of
the man that thrashed him in a fair
fight at New Orleans. 1t is only a
few short months until Sullivan will
have faded from the mind and he will
be known in memory only as the
champion pugilist for decade that
went down easily before a parvenu,
whose name was scarcely known out
side the athletic club on the Pacific
Coast of which he was member.
Corbett will soon drop the name OF
champion and assume that of a van
pushed fighter. 1t is so written in the
stars. There is no help for it. 1t is
a passing fame that ends in regret
and remorse.
Again, boys, there's nothing in it +;
not thing
Look at Billy Myer, the ''Streator
cyclone; once worshiped by his
fellow townsmen almost. \ gentle
man if man who enters the prize
ring can be one. He was never licked
until-until he met a stronger and
more skillful man in New Orleans last
fall. So nice fellow and so popular
was he that, lis said, that one hail of
the people of his native town, Streator,
went broke on him-many mortgaging
their homes in order TO back him to
the last red. Billy was the favorite
three 10 one in the fight and they
thought he could not he thra>hed.
But he was. and Billy Myer. the
once popular young contractor
and builder of Streator, is now con-
Quoting a saloon in Chicago. He tried
To elevate the profession by being
good. The people of his old home
thought any thing possible of Billy
Myer and believed that he could really
elevate" the profession of prize fight
ing. When his special train left
Streator for New Orleans, Billy was
escorted to the train by the mayor
and brass band. A fine banquet
was prepared so that when the victor
ious winner returned he could be
properly received. He did not win,
nor did he return to Streator and the
banqueters ate the feast alone and
had the mortgages closed on their
homes some months afterward.
Billy Myer would better have
stayed by his carpenters bench, re-
tanned the high regard of his friends
and lived the life of a useful man.
He would have been worth more
money, been happier and lived longer
than he will as it is.
1t don't pay to win such transitory
fame. To win it, you must train ia
such a fine point that your physical
constitution is undermined and death
invariably ends with pulmonary