The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1897-05-30
FITZ SEES HIMSELF
CHAMPION MORE STRUCK ON HIM.
SELF THAN EVER.

BE Studies the Pictures OF the Fight and
the Hotter the Contest Grows the More
Excited He Become All the Time Claim
ing Loudly That He Had the Best OF 1,
and Corbett was Tired Out-Expiains
Wildly the Claim That He was About
Out in the Sixth Round-Talks to the
Photographs a. IL They Were Alive.
New York, May Essays the Sun:
Bob Fitzsimmons has seen the veri-
ycope pictures of his fight with Jim Cor
pett, and is more than satisfied with
them. Accompanied by Martin Julian
and several friends. the champion went
10 the Academy of Music yesterday af-
.ernoon to take a look at himself in the
ring. He had NOT seen the pictures on
films before, and when he took a front
chair in one of the upper boxes he was
the most anxious spectator in the
house, which. by the way, was crowded.
"Can you see these pictures plainly ?"
Fitz asked the Sun reporter, who was
present. You know I haven't seen
Them yet. and L hope everything will be
plain All this talk OF Corbert about
foul blows and robbery is sheer non
sense, and unless the pictures have been
tempered with they'll prove what I
say"
When the first flicker appeared on the
canvas Fitzsimmons leaned over the
rail OF the box, his eyes as big as half
dollars.
There's mer' he exclaimed. "And
there's him, tool What do you think Of
those bath robes? Amt they peaches?
Wait until We get 'em on, and then
there'll be some scrapping"
There's Muldoon, Housman and Col
vile, the timekeepers. as plain as dayr
chimed in Julian, who was at Fits
elbow.
How do shape up?" queried Fitz,
as the principals in the pictures began
to strip for bartie. "I'm lighter than
he is, but that won'I make any differ
ence. Hurry up, now, and get to work."
Just then the first round began and
F1tz became excited as he saw himself
fighting the championship oftheworld.
do you see how I'm forcing him?"
ne cried See him backing away. There
goes my right straight for the stomach.
Now my left! Whew! That was close!
He's quick a bit, and gets away. I'll
land him, though, later, There's the
good old right again, and that's where
/ busted my thumb. What is he hang
in on to me for like that, Ell? On. he's
only playful, 1 guess! Now I've got
him near the ropes. Whip 1t in. Bob,
Throw 1t in good and-oh, that's too
bad. The round is over and we are 60
Ing 10 the corners. I'll leave it 20 any
body whether 1 haven't done all the
forcing so far
The champion continued to make COM
ments Of this nature, Julian keeping
pace with all sorts of sallies, until the
sixth round, over which there has been
SO much talk.
Hes been maxim monkey Of me,
has he? Well, the pictures don't show
It, that's cinch. Here's the sixth!
Now Wen see whether the big gutter
had me licked.
There / go. boring In. That don't
look as though I was afraid. Corbett is
fighting fast now, but his blows don't
hurt. That blood from my lip amt
anything. If L hadn't that clip on the
mouth l wouldn't have had a mark.
I'm taking all he can give, that's
sure. and / amt tired. Corbett is fight
ing himself out. and I'll have him right
after this round. There he goes rough
ing IL. We are clinched and he has an
arm free"
Jus. then the Fitzsimmons in the ring
was seen to drop down to his knees, his
arms slipping down and around Cor
belts legs. Then Fitzsimmons in the
stage box leaped TO his feet excitedly
and yelled:
He threw me. Just got mis- arm IN
der mine and twisted me over. II wasn't
a Touchdown, as one can easily see.
I'm groggy, Ell? Nit, Siler's counting
goes for nothing. as he is trying TO fol-
low Muldoon counting off the seconds
there? And there's Jimmy Colville,
who is Corbett's official timer, Why
doesn't he make howl about my being
down more than ten seconds? Why
don's the hundred sports who are hold
ing watches around the ring? Eth? Be
cause l am down nine seconds and no
more"
When the Cornishman on the canvas
got up and resumed fighting a man in
the gallery cried out:
Knock him out, Jim! Give Ii 10
him.
looking up toward The place from which
the remark had come. fairly shrleked:
He can't do it.''
Don't get excited. Bob SAID Julian
quietly. Keep your eyes on the fight"
The next moment Julian became eXcit-
ed. and. forgetting where he was. he
yelled. 10 Referee Siler 70 get out OF
the way"
I'm groggy. am II" laughed the
champion. as the round was concluded.
Well. I'm walking pretty steadily TO
my corner. I'll bet the big duck is
tired, for he Topped into his chair as
though glad TO be there.
Here's where nail him IN the stom-
achi' was the remark as the seventh
round began. There goes my left
plump into the stomach. It's a peach
OF a punch. amt II? I'm at a Gisad-
vantage. though. in this picture. be-
cause Corbett's back is turned TO the
machine and you can't see the body
blows I'm driving in. But that don't
cut any ice. I'll drop him Yet. He's
tired now. His arms are hanging down,
and he's AFRAID 20 move his feet. Why.
blame me. IL aint holding the duck up
there in that clinch.
~ IA roSe MI.
his left That's about the first good one