The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-06-18

pHeTt as NOulu DeSL SUIT the klnebOErap n.
The fighting began in earnest from the
start. Mr.. Leonard, who had put his
paddock coat with the velvet cuffs on 4
chair where he could see it, felt that he
of all the worlds prize fighters was to be
the first 10 be made immortal. and Mr..
Cushing, proud ana ambitious, as all
young men should be, hoped that fame
and the photograph would hand him
down as knOcker-0ut of Mr.. Leonard, if
such thing could be-
Each noble fighter had trusty friend
to act as second. MIR. Edison, in the
good old days when he had very little
money and great deal of health, used
20 sit in the mule pen" in Harry Hills
place in Houston street to hear ladies'
sing and watch fighters fight. There he
saw John L. Sullivan as a mere boy
break the proud spirits of seasoned
fighters, and beheld Paddy Ryan of the
as well as he could. MIR. Edison was well
fitted 10 supervise prize-tight and see
that all was fair and right.
The most interesting thing was the
automatic time-keeper. The lkinetOgraph
was selected TO fill that Office. 1t could
go on taking pictures for just one min
ute and no longer. When the minute was
ended the photograph man was TO an
nounce the fact and the round was to
stop. Mr.. Leonard, whose full name,
Michael Wellington Leonard, was en-
broidered on his shirts and socks and
stamped on his underclothes, remarked
that it was weird and unheard of fight
and had many strange points about it !; he
doubted whether his new Brooklyn
hacker would like TO see him in it, but he
worried especially on account of young
MIR. Gushing, against whom he had moth
ing, but whom he must severely punish in
the interest of science and future ages.
Mr.. Cushing, a man of few words and a
very plain face, remarked
mike, if you can fight like you can
talk, Corbett and Sullivan would be dead,
and you'd be tried for MURDER
The story as it proceeds viii show why
MIR. Gushing fued these words
Mr. Edison and the six wise men whom
he had invited had comfortable chairs,
and at first discussed only the kineto-
graph, pretending that the fight was
nothing TO them. But as the battle went
on they left those chairs and their scien-
titic manners vanished. Mr. Edison
tossed his long locks out of his eyes and
initiated every movement Of the fighters.
Sometimes he dashed his forehead for
ward as MIR Leonard reached for Mr..
Cushing's ear, and sometimes he twitched
his mouth to one side as Mr. Leonard
ducked to avoid Cushings vengeance.
All the six wise men did the same, and
their excitement was proper aud natural.
The result of this photographic battle
showed that rest of seven minutes be-
tween one-minute rounds was a great and
glorious idea. Instead of being only six
rounds, it was six fights of one minute
each.
The seven minutes between rounds en-
abled the heroic gladiators to recover
their breath and start to work each time
fresh and nimble as though nothing had
happened. The ignorant should not de-
spise the six fights because they only
lasted minute Whoever has fought
knows that one minute is a long time to
keep at it.
Until the kaleidoscope is in working
order the true story of this fight will not
be known, for MIR. Edison and the six
wise men were too excited to remember
just what happened, and the account of
the two fighters vary. Mr.. Leonard,
whose word in Brooklyn is considered as
valuable as that of Mr.. Schieren, said
only this: II hit him when | liked and
where liked. I'd hit him oftener, only
Mr.. Edison treated me right, and l didn't
want to be too quick for his machine."
81 generally hit i'm in the face, be-
cause felt sorry for his family, and
thought would select the only place that
couldn't be dis6gured, It's lucky the
rounds lasted only minute, for while l
tried TO spare him, of course l couldn't
keep all my strength in"
Mr. Gushing, who has no paddock coat.
but whose language is as simple and di-
rect as that of Robinson Crusoe, said
that in his opinion fighting in front of q
photographing machine was no fight at
all"
I've got so in the habit of being tin
typed at Coney Island" he said, that
felt asif ought to keep a pleasant ex-
preston all the time. Once or twice
while was trying TO get thai expression
on | went into a trance and Mike hit me,
but he is not very strong His tailor in
Williamsburg charges him 50 extra for
padding his shoulders, and that's what
enables him to get a hacker. But he's
not muscular enough TO fold towels in a
Turkish bath.''e
The six fights of one minute each were
full of movement, but free from gore.
When they were done the six wise men
decided that Mr. Leonard had won the
fight, but there was no knock out. 1t IS
only fair to MIR. Gushing TO remark that
before the judgment was given to Mr..
Leonard he had put on his paddock coat
with the velvet cuffs. Mir Cushing,
whose mind runs largely to persi6age, ac-
cepted his humble remuneration and said
only this:
Mike had this Job put up, and I've no
doubt the photograph machine was fixed,
but if it takes pictures like they say
everybody that looks at it will think it's
a statue of me with my fist in the pit of
Mixes stomach.
Say, Mike had his stage name in red
painted on the pit of his shirt. You can
put it down that he'll need a nail brush
to wash that name off his stomach. l bet
hit it often enough to print it there.
took it as my mark
Mr.. Leonard and Mr.. Cushing went
back to Brooklyn together.