The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-10-30
A sunday win suIIivan.

Il don't believe 1 should care 10 have
JOnn l. Sullivan for referee" says Will
1 n5lll. II Crane, according TO the Chicago
record sullivan doesn't like TO stand
Dy and see any man whipped; his SYM
paInleS are always with the under dog.
Some years ago Nat Goodwin and
had an experience with Sullivan; il was in
what l call my halcyOn days Nat and 1
had been celebrating the close of the sea-
son, ana we came ashore one Sunday
morning from my yacht, determined 10
pc very circumspect all the rest Of our
hFes- We went TO a seaside hotel for the
purpose OF getting breakfast, when whom
should We fall in with but John L. Sui
Ivan and one of his boon companions, a
Boston alderman. Both Sullivan and his
friend We're pretty well corked up, and
they INSISTED that We should go with them
10 call on another friend, a Patsy some
BODY who was training for a fight with
Mike somebody else, at a small country
road house about four miles away
Goodwin and 1 did our best to shake
the Two, Tor We feared that, full Of IL
quor, as they were, Sullivan and his sat
elite would get US into trouble But sui
nVan wouldn't take no for an answer, and
finally, just to keep the peace, we went
along IN their wagon to visit the training
grounds. Well, when we got there Patsy
and his trainer were having their usual
morning bout. The trainer was a big,
broad-shouldered, good-natured fellow,
genial and smiling of face as a Well-fed
child. He was little too much for Patsy
and was giving him sumo pretty hard
exercise. 1 suppose Sullivan fancied that
any rate l saw SulliVan's face grow dark
er, and knew that trouble was brewing
Finally Sullivan slipped off his coat and
threw II over the back of chair; then,
waiting until he saw the trainer advancing
to attack Patsy with redOubled energy.
Sullivan reached out that right arm of his
ana his big INST caught the gOOd-natured
Irishman full in the mouth. 1t didn't look
as though Sullivan put any force at all
into the blow; it seemd to us as if he
merely put out his fist-so-and let the
other fellow run against it. But, gracious.
you should have seen that lrishman keel
over. I'll bet he went back twenty feet
before he stopped. Then, he turned a
back sumersault over the wheel of our
wagon and fell to the ground apparently
dead. He didn't regain consciousness for
two hours, and you can imagine that those
two hours were the most miserable Good
win and l ever spent We fancied our
selves forever disgraced by being pulled
into court as witnesses, perhaps, as ac-
cessories, to the killing of this innocent
man. Our suspense was simply dread
full. Finally, however, after hunting UP
a doctor and working over the fellow for
two hours the victim came to. The first
thing he did was to put one hand feebly
to his mouth, as if to learn what damage
the swollen orifice had sustained And
then, smiling amiably, he said: BE ia
bers, that was a wicked thrushtr' You
see he never lost his temper at all; as [
have told you he was the best natured fell
low l ever saw.
But the honor of having been hit by
Sullivan was too much for him. Having
regained consciousness he proceeded to
fill himself with liquor, and il wasn't long
before the rural cOnstabulary had to be
called to take him into custody. As he
was a powerful creature and fought vic
iously, it became necessary to pound him
into subsection, and by the time he was
lodged in jail he was a bloody spectacle
indeed. Next morning he was released,
there being nobody willing to prosecute
him; but even then he had not lost all
sense of the great honor of having been
hit by Sullivan, and so hung about the Jail
all day boasting of that honor, and ex-
pressing an ambition to lick the combined
constabulary force of the township.
Il have never forgotten the incident
says Mr.. Crane, land it suffices TO con-
vince me that as a referee Mr.. Sullivan
is hardly the person l should choose"