St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-02-13
ONE NIGHT WITH F0Y.
HE IS THE ONLY MAN WHO CAN
CALL C0RBETT A LIAR,
And Escape without Getting His
Jaw BrOI<en-Funny CONVEX
satiOn and Funny Finish.


Corbett is deathly afraid Of said the
grotesque comedian, Eddie Foy, to a
group of friends at a II o'clock suppe:
last night. Surprise and doubt sat on
every face.
There's only one man who can call
Jim Corbett a liar without getting his
Jaw broke" resumed F'oy, with the
cultural laugh peculiarly his own.
"In all the bloomin' world there's only
one man who can tell Jim Corhett he
can't act without losin' all his back
teeth. Who do you suppose the guy is?''
Nobody knew, and Foy hugely en-
joyed the guessing. One man suggested
that it might be Corbett's father, and
Foy froze him to the chair with one OF
his Tom Keene looks.
''You don't know, eh?" said Foy
'tWell, it's nobody but me-
The laugh that followed split the air.
Foy chuckled. Then, assuming a
dramatic pose, he exclaimed:
1.-The laugh don't go, neighbors, fol
it's but fact. The other night / called
Jim liar. | told him he couldn't act,
and never could, and never will. Well
I didn't lose a tooth, Gull, see. Cor
belts afraid of me, amt he, cull?" he
added, appealing to Ire Denick.
"You are right, sir" said the second
comedian. .......,..,., --...
Bring the gentleman something to
eat" said Foy to the waiter. Ire Den
lex Immediately ordered beefsteak
scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee.
slaughter in the pan, one shipwreck
~ ~ 1a1 fIn rnt,
without moving from the spot.
"Sit down and have BOOZE" said
Foy to the waiter, you deserve some
thing for the labor you Go. When you
get around to it bring, me a ruined
castle, bill board and a patrol wagon,
I'm hungry"
Now, as I was saying" he con-
tinued, turning to his audience, Cor
belts afraid of me. He's afraid to
breathe when I'm around. Every time
we get in a party together he keeps
his face closed. He never bats his eye,
Gull, see.''
All present knew of the strong tie Of
friendship that exists between F'oy and
gentleman" Jim, and they let him
run on.
whenever Corbett gets in the ring.
though" continued Eddie with any
body but me, he's the man you want to
put your money on. He's the brainy
tighter of the world He fights with
his brains and the rest of. them are all
dubS in front of him. l have bet on
him all my life and never lost a cent.
III have money to bet OH him when he
gets opposite that long-legged black
smith, and the leggy fellow will go out
in less than ten rounds. He won't
/ fight me, so you can put your money
on him with safety"
Where did you learn boxing?" asked
member of the party.
81 used to work in a box factory on
the South side, and"
There was a storm of dissent and
the noise continued until Foy apollo
gized and called for the drinks.
Jerk up six and one BATH" yelled
| the waiter over the partition, and the
bartender appeared with six beers
and three fingers of Canadian club rye.
'Sit down." said Foy to the waiter,
you must be tired"
''Now, Eddie" said Ire Denick.
where did you learn to put up your
hands?"
''It was many years ago when [ was
yet young man." said Foy, and 1
used to black boots around Tom Foley S
place in Chicago. l used to make
barrels of money. In order to hold
out on the old folks, I hired guy to
hold me UP in the alley every night
1 got SO in the habit of putting up my
lands that [ naturally drifted into
fighting, and /"
mo, we won't stand for it, We can t
see it" yelled the audience in con-
cert. Foy again offered an humble
apology.
"a slip of the tongue is no fault of
the face" he muttered.
|, '"Tell us honestly, where did you
learn to spar, Eddie?" asked Ire Den
dick.
z well, GULL" said Eddie with a mer-
, ry little twinkle il his eye, 81 used to
q work in shipyard some years ago
and made spars for a living, and"
In an instant the others were on
|, their feet and F'oy was in corner
with his hands up. The waiter pushed
every man in his seat and Foy hur-
ried to his before the waiter could
reach him.
81 thought you could lick Corbett, :"
I said Ire Denick derisively.
That's all right, GULL" was the re-
ply, 'but 1 didn't say [ could lick a
|. hasher in a chop joint. I've got to
] draw the line somewhere. Give us a
/, drink
Jerk up three, one sponge bath and
a wheel greaser," yelled the waiter.
THAT last one beats me" muttered
Foy family, "wat dye mean by a
wheel greaser?"
Settler and lemon said the waiter,
sit quiets the nerves"
Say" said Foy, suddenly changing
the subject, and turning to the GLOBE
man, "have they heard of that steam
ship. La Gascogne?"
mot a word was the reply.
TOO bad he muttered, "but the
French people ain't good sailors. The
chances are when the storm came up
the officers were all dow,1in the cabin
eating macaroni, and didn't see the
Storm