Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-06-22


Mark
He Tackled Sullivan.
Thus called for Marx was weak enough
to go upon the stage for the three rounds.
Marx appeared, wearing his own proper
trousers turned up at the bottoms and
grit about his waist by his galluses. He
wanted to show the public that he was
simply an everyday fighter, in sympathy
with the common people, and so declined
the loan of Pete McCoy's tights as being
likely to produce local impression that
he was putting on style. Sullivan wore
green stockings and pair of pants made
out Ct the American flag, and was loudly
cheered for his patriotism. This is the
way Marx told me the story of the fight:
Through the first round said Marx
to me in confidence the big brute didn't
do thing. He acted like ne couldn't lift
his arms. He had the lonesomest hands
I ever see. They didn't visit me onct. I
thought his arms was lead or maybe he
was drunk!
When I went to me corner I says to
meself "Marxy, me boy, that dub can't
fight" and I made up my mind to lick
him. At first l thought I'd lick him in
the second round. but l remembered 1
had friends in the audience who wanted
to see a good time. SO l decided to have
fun with Sullivan in the second round and
kill him in the third. 1 goes through the
second round rapping and tapping me man,
when and where l liked, and me friends
FALLING with delight.
"'WhIle 1 was waiting for the third
round began to figure on how I'd spend
the $500 the big muf was going to give
me and wondered why I'd never found out
1 was fighter before.
I'VE had just stepped up for the third
round ard 1 was getting ready to drop
me man, when suddenly, and as If by ac-
cident, Sullivan hit me slap with his
left hand on the side of the face that
sorter stood me on my heels, and before
1 got back to my feet he smashed me with
mis- right hand and me light went out 1t
was like I'd run against the pole of
dray.
Just before I went up for the third
round 1 noticed it was 10 o'clock. When
1 came to myself I asked the nurse at the
hospital what time it was, and she said:
'Half-past twelve
so all 1 got out of the go was two
hours and a half Sleep
The Pride of Galveston.
after Marx came to grief continued
Mr. Sterrett, Galveston, with her eye in
sutingly on Dallas, reared up fighter,
whose first name was Herman, but whose
last I've forgotten all about, except that
it was very provincial. They used to tell
in the Galveston papers about this fighter
they had. and call him the Pride of Gal
weston and Local Ajax and things like
that. This man was put up to fight Mr..
Creedon when he first came from Austria
How Herman Trains and What Herman
Eats and told how far he could run. and
how often he smote the bag and skipped
the rope, and how he wrestled with bear.
We'll, I'll tell you what happened to
Herman, The Pride of Galveston and the
Terror of the Gulf From this point the
story of Herman is brief and sad. The
day came and the Galveston papers had
six men each present to report the combat,
and it lasted just ten seconds. Mr.. Cree
don str oiled up to The Pride of Calves
ton and did something which experts
called "a short-arm blow and which, 1t
seemed, Mr.. Creedon had brought with him
from Sydney for just such men as The
Terror of the Gulf and that settled it.
Herman was knocked out in ten seconds.
The papers which had arranged to fill
four columns with the fight had to write
about Romans and the gladiators and
Greece and the Olympic games. The story
was padded at that. OF course Galveston's
pride was wounded and Dallas laughed at
her, and Galveston has loathed Dallas ever
since.
Fifty is Foxey.
Now, Galveston and San Antonio are
going 20 decry this Corbett-Fitzsimmons
fight, and call it 'brutalizing' and howl for
the governor to stop it. But he won't, be-
cause he can't. There amt any law to
stop it with.
Mr.. Fitzsimmons is already training.
He was drinking little when saw him,
but he's quit. And he's got that suspicious
he won't eat a thing his wife doesn't cook
for him. He won't drink a glass of water
she doesn't get for him. 1 talked with eX-
perts, and they say Mr.. Fftzsimmons while
he doesn't take any interest in the financial
question and hasn't the mind to cope with
tariff as a science, is as tricky a wolf
when he fights Given little luck, they
say, and he'll do Corbett in canter. Brady
was anxious to have Steve O'Donnell box
with Mr.. Fitzsimmons al Mr.. Dempsey's re-
cent benefit so as to draw him out and get
onto his system. But Mr.. Fitzsimmons was
too much of a fox.
ION October 81 this fight will come off.
I'm satisfied it will be a good one, worth
seeing. Few will complain when all Is
over. OF course, there are people who are
always eager to see a man killed who will
go away disappointed. man who thinks
he can witness homicide for 81 a seat
asks too much Such will be turned away
unsatisfied. AS a Dallas man, 1 am glad
this great event Is arranged. 1 shall at
tend it in person. On the 1st of next No.
vember Dallas may rear her proud head
and begin to look down on Calves ton, with
the Marx fizzle and her Herman flat-out,
and San Antonio, with her bull-and-lion
hippodrome."