The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1896-02-17
JACKSON IN LONDON,
The Great Fighter Has secoms a Wrec (
Though He Doesn't Look 1t.


Though He Doesn't Look 1t.
From the New York World.
Almost any afternoon between 4 and
o'clock there may be seen walking
down the Strand the wreck of what
was once one of the greatest fighting
men the world has ever seen. AS the
powerful figure swings along, the mas
sive shoulders trifie stopped, the
mighty hands hanging listless, the eyes
glazed and fixed straight ahead the
crowd part respectfully. for he is one of
the most popular men in London. They
look after him until he disappears and
then shake their heads regretfully and
mutter, Il say, but amt it a blooming
shame, poor old Jackson"
For nearly two years Jackson has
been buried in London.
With the exception of his eyes and a
certain f1abbiness and laxity of move
ment Jackson's London life has left
slight marks on him. Alcohol has not
swollen his face and his cheeks have
still the old, lean, drawn look, while
the high cheek bones which usually go
with the combative temperament are as
prominent as ever. 1t is only when he
talks or when he moves around that
the change in him is noticed. Some
times when he lifts his glass his big
hands shake little, and there is a GU
rious halt now and then in his speech
could not find.
Although he has no occupation Jack
son apparently has plenty of money.
He dresses in the very latest fashion
and from the crown of his highly-pol-
ished silk hat to the soles of his patent
leather shoes, he is a model of correct
attire. His clothes are made by one
of the best tailors in London and his
halter has the distinguished honor of
making hats for Peter Jackson and the
Prince of Wales.
Jackson makes his headquarters at a
saloon owned by a man named Flem-
ing, on the Strand. Fleming is also the
proprietor of the National Sporting
club, and jackson has the privilege of
going there when he wishes, a privilege
not granted to ordinary prize-fighters,
who only pass the doors when they
are to face each other in the ring in
side. He is also admitted free to many
of the theaters and is made much of by
the class of men, more numerous and
richer in England than in America, who
consider 1T an honor to be in the COM
pany of a prize-fighter.
One young Englishman is particularly
loyal and he was with Jackson the aft
erncon / saw him at his headquarters.
Jackson evidently dislikes Mitchell.
although he carefully refrained
from saying anything against him,
but his follower was bold and
bitter in denouncing him. Jack
son was also apparently skeptical
about Corbett's prosperity and success
on the stage, for his friend was most
violent in his disbelief.
Il cawn't reawlly tell about my flu
ture," Jackson drawled, when / asked
him what he intended to do. They say
/ am a has been, and perhaps 1 am"
he added. with just a touch of bitter
ness in his tone. But, reawlly, / have
no plans. l never expect to get on a
fight"
Il say. Mr.. Jackson" his friend inter-
rupted, IF you cared to chance IL you
could put any of them to sleep. Indeed
you could, Mr.. Jackson" Peter laughed
heartily at this, and his big mouth op-
ened and his teeth cleaned and the
-haw-haw" rang out, the high
silk hat and the fine London clothes
and the superfine London accent SEEM
ed to melt away and the old familiar
type of the Southern darkey stood re-
vealed.
Jackson was curious about the fate
of Sullivan. He evidently cared moth
ing whatever about either Maher or
Fitzsimmons, and he apparently pre-
ferred to discuss London to pugilism
There is no place like London" he
said. Il wouldn't want to live any,
where else. never get tired of it. Every
day here / see something new and
strange and like the people"
In spite of his evident desire to make
the best of his position there is a GER
tain look of hopelessness and despair in
his face that is pathetic. He is far and
away above the average negro in in
telligence and in sensibility and IL IL
were not for his habits he might
amount to something aside from the
prize ring