The San Francisco call., 1897-03-19
posed in honor of the occasion by his
wrestler Emil Roeber 1t ran.

DSSlQt OuI SLdLup oOo'
There are two feet too many in the last
line of this ditty, but they are there to
stay. There is only one verse in the song,
but it is enough to tell the story. Any
one who thinks the punching Fltzsim-
mons received did him any serious injury
should have heard him chant that song.
The queer feature about his singing was
that he seemed to be singing about some
other person than himself. Sslf conscious
ness was IS far absent as anything that re-
mbled boasting.
Early 30 bed and early to rise IS the
rule IN the Fitzsimmons household. The
family ate breakfast gayiy and lounged
about for an hour. The blacksmith cham
oion took young Bob in his arms, kissed
him and tossed him IN the air. Hey,
you big stiff. y he cried, "do you think you
could knock me QUIZ He made sud-
den left-hand iab at the youngsler and
stopped his tst-that ponderous and
freckled triphammer-just as it grazed the
baby's pink cheek. There is wonderful
resem blance between the boy and his
father. The features and coloring are
iden teal. Young Bob has his fathers
glittering blue eyes and his auburn curls.
The youngster has funny way OF
doubling his tiny fists and drawing him.
self up as if on guard when anything of.
fends him. He is q healthy, hearty boy,
and one can already picture him in the
ring as his fathers successor.
'I think that one of those hot baths at
the penltentiary would be great" Fitz-
simmons remarked. 80 do t. cried his
wife. Within a few minutes the horse
was hitched to the buggy and away they
drove along the sandy. muddy road
winding in and out over the sagebrush
hills. Stelzner and Hickey followed. A
fierce snowstorm was driving in their
faces, but they did not notice it. When
the big man entered the prison he was
surrounded by a half dozen clerks anu
keepers, who shook his hand This injured
on his victory.
"Oh, it is easy" was his simple reply.
81 m out of the ring now, fellows. Yes,
| that's right; I'm through with fighting"
When the big fellow was stripped for the
bath all the clerks and keepers who could
get near enough took long and careful
survey of him. The only signs of injury
they could see besides those already men,
toned was a big diseolored patch on the
left side of the body, about the lowest
ribs. There was little swelling and the
contusions were blended in one mass of
color in which black and blue prevailed.
These showed where Corbett landed
many of his short half-arm right-hand
iolts. Does it hurt, Fitz?' asked one of
the bystanders. No; he didn't hurt me,
SAID the big fellow with grin that showed
his even mi!k-white teeth.
While the champion was being rubbed
down his wife took a hot bath. She said
afterward that she thought it was good
for the complex xion. This was by way Of
joke, for Mrs. Fiizsimmons, whom thous-
sands remember as Rose Julian, has n
complexion of purest pink and white, in
dicat ting excellent health.
Fitzsim mons and his wife drove home
and ate dinner The reporter drove out
TO the ranch about this time and found
them at the table. The new champion
had finished a big steak and mound of
meaiy potatoes, for which Nevada is
famous. and he was drinking. Think of
the history of any other champion pugilist
you ever heard of ana then try to guess
with what rare vintage this world. beater
was Washing down MS meal.
He was drinking coffee, with milk and
sugar in it, out of big. thick. cheap cup
that held half pint. He invited his
caller to sit down and eat with him. His
invitation was not a bit of policy, for the
man knows as mucn about astronomy as
he does about diplomacy. He soon fin
ished his meal and came into the parlor
where his caller was waiting. On a bed
near by lay a brown tive-ounce boxin.
glove, its thumb Redeemed with Fitzsim-
mons own blood.
''Yes; that's the one / knocked Corbett
out with, he said in reply TO a question.
ut was a swing that landed between the
heart ard the pit of the stomach. It's the
same blow that l knocked Sharkey out
with"
Did Corbett talk to you at any time in
the fght2" was asked.
No; but l talked to him." said the
champion. 81 told him when we came
out for the thirteenth round: Hey, Jim,
this is the unlucky thirteenth for you.
I'm going to knock you OUT He didn't
say anything to me. 1 finished him in
the next round"
"There's no cut on the side of my head"
Fitzsimmons continued, showing both
sides. Il cut my ear wrestling with Roe
Der a few days ago. and Corbett Knocked
the cut open again with a swing"
Fitzsimmons showed his right hand
The thumb was badly swollen and wrapped
in bandaging, and the knuckle at the base
of the first finger was swelled up and
puffed.
~ knocked up that thumb in the first
round" said the champion. II swung
my right for his jaw, but he ducked and
l struck the thumb against the back of
his hend.'
The only other mark OF battle on the
big man not yet mentioned was a small
discoloration far under the left eye and a
IIny cut on the right side OF the upper lip
Fltzsimmons began opening his mail,
which ne said he had forgotten to look at
yesterday. There were mascots enough
in the letters to supply small army
corps. The champion used his right hand
with a great deal of difficulty.
Among the letters was one from Ithaca
inciosing red pennant bearing the word
cornell" In white letters; also one dated
at Philadelphia and inclosing small blue
and red flag. The writer of the letter
wished Fitzsim mons success, and told him
him the flag had been used on the foot.
ball field when the University OF PennsyI-
vania team won big victory last fail.
Fitzsimmons lounged about the house
all day, playing with his baby and The