Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1897-03-21
WOMEN AT CARSON
CRITICISM OF THOSE WHO WIT
MESSED CORBETT-FITz FIGHT.
THEIR CONDUCT DISCREDITABLE.
The Lady of Alton Trounccs the Fe-
males Who Displayed Themselves
Mt the Smuggling Understanding
Remarks on the Subject.
Correspondence Of the Dlspatch)

ALTON, VA, March 2o-It is told OF
Artemus Ward that when he was once
asked to be pall-bearer he answered:
mo. thank you; have no heart for
revelry to-day"
/ can think Of nothing 50 fitting in
comparison as this TO the pleasure(D
one must feel in Witnessing a fight Be
1t a dog-fght, or chicken-fght. or a rat
and-terrier scrap" they each come I'M
der the head OF revelry at funeral.
But this week has been gorgeous with
fght-andfuneral which has been
bazoned around the world With trum-
pets, and for which men have been
making stakes and women making bets
for the past three months.
THE LADIES AT CARSON.
One of the managers Of the great
Nevada scufile said to d newspaper man
last week that "he had been forced to
set aside an aisle for the ladies' God
bless them, as so many of them were
anxious TO witness the prize-hght" IL
he had said God pity Them" l think
the prayer might have echoed wherever
woman had a name. Great numbers Of
women are said 10 have gone TO Carson
In the excursion trains from San Fran
cisco, and many crossed the continent
from the East.
This is the pugilistic part that hurts
that hits away down into the very mar
row OF modern civilization, and hurts
with the dead soreness Of a forlorn
hope--because it is the wrenching OF an
ideal
That men Of the sporting fraternity,
weighted down by inherited instincts
and environments, enjoy such brutal
pastimes is natural; 1 wouldn't trim
pencil point in protest As a race. men
have climbed but slowly and stumbling
ly upward.
AN ANOMALY TO THE SEX.
That any woman, OF whatever condi-
ton in life should desire to see two
men beat each others faces-and such
faces-to a jelly, is an anomaly OF the
sex one fails to understand 1t is
feminine inconsistency, because women
don't love blood, and I question If the
last one on the ground wouldn't have
fled in terror before two snarling dogs,
or have screamed (this is an old, old
joke, but as true as sim If two mice had
bounced upon each other in their near
vicinity And l wonder where was all
that has made ii, almost, easier for wo-
men to suffer than to cause suffering,
or to witness physical injury to another.
Woman's vast capacity for pity has al
ways been recognized as a moving force
in her character, and Is really one Of
her greatest attractions.
The human mind, we all know, does
curious things. Does it sometimes slip
a cog and retrograde, morally, or go into
a hypnotic sleep under baleful influence?
1t may be, for the prompting of mere
compassion in a woman is often reckless
and upon impulse. So much so that we
question If as much sorrow as joy does
not come to her from the divine quality
or its misuse.
WOMAN WITHOUT PITY.
It is a far cry from love to a prize
fight. Yet this very pity which is akin
to love-" has drawn more than one young
girl into a regretted engagement, and
sadder, because reyocable-resulted in
many an unhappy marriage. So like is
it in many of its phases that II is mis-
taken for that deeper experience, love it
self. Othello does not stand as the only
instance of a man whose love has been
kindled by the sign of pity in the liquid
eyes and around the sensitive mouth.
The woman who has not an ounce of pity
in her mixture has pounds Of much worse
matter in her composition. Perhaps in
no particular application of this charm
in woman is there so much danger as in
the morbid pity shown by many women
toward criminals. 1t is a mawkish senti-
mentality that disgusts one to see or
read of. You have but 10 watch the trial
of some brutal murderer or notorious
forger 10 find that his lady sympathzers
keep his cell blooming with bouquets,
and render his prison life endurable by
various delicate attentions.
RECOLLECTIONS OF ATLANTA.
/ was in Atlanta in the winter of 1898,
when the Force girl killed her two sisters,
and that young society man robbed the
Gate City Bank of thousands OF dollars,
and his poor old father shot himself the
same night 1t was such a carnival Of
crime and misery that beautiful Atlanta
mourned in humiliation. The city jail
a horrid structure, frowns upon the
street railway TO Kirkwood, and it's win
dows were literally blooming and bud
ding with Iuxuriant flowers. "Oh, that is
Harrys window" / heard more than one
silly girl exclaim when the car would
pass. | know a bright, good, agreeable
young lady who is unyaryingly severe in
her department and denuncation Of any
lapse from the narrow path. and yet I
have seen this same girl melt into tears