The San Francisco call., 1897-03-18

ing and indulgent in no evidence of i'm
patience.
A good deal of this time was taken up
N looking about and pointing out the
noted sports in attendance. and in this
regard it goes without saying that John
L. Sullivan was the most gazed upon
notable there.
Bat Masterson was one of the characters
at the ringside. He came there in solemn
clothing and with all kinds of monev 10
bet on Corbett. Bat. like others who are
now here, is stranger in these hills, but
when he entered the arena to-day there
arose cheer from the people who were
sitting on the benches which could have
been heard in quaint old Chinatown.
Twenty MINUTES later Billy Madden.
who stood at the shoulder of John l.. Sui
livan for many months, passed through
: the gate. He twisted his black mus
tache, saluted to many men whom he
knew and squared himself on his seat.
The world-famous "has been," John l..
Sullivan. putting and grunting, was the
next arrival.
He beloved at the doorkeeper, stretched
the great collar around his neck and
tipped his silk hat to somebody whom he
thought he knew. The great ex-warrior
of the ring was majestic fellow, gray and
happy as he was.
His big shoulders covered the board
behind him for three feet or more and
every time he spoke his voice sounded
like the chieftain of a good old-time
menagerie and this means the lion.
'Parson" Davies, clean shaved and. as
usual, with his thumb at his nose at every
suggestion OF a stranger, was another
man who watched the fighters from the
benches. He sat on piece of tim Der near
Fitzsmmous' corner, and his face, drawn
and white as gravestone, was quite as
expressionless.
Sampson of Bodie, who is a man with
whiskers streaked with gray. Sixteen
years ago men from Bodie were looked
upon as fellows Who fought at the drop of
the hat.
But old "Cow Horn" was passive to-
day, and he desired to have it understood
that the men from Bodie, who were sit
ting on either side of him, were "on the
levep and that their guns had been left
at home.
Peeping between the shoulders of two
San Francisco men who wore white
sweaters and had flowers in the lappels of
their coats. was the time honored AL
Smith, the man who has seen every great
prizefight since the days of Fgg.
Smith yawned and stretched his wiry
shoulders as he sat On the white board
and declared to man behind him that
he had been TO many fights but that in
the future he preferred to have them at
home.
Away off in one corner. but still near
the ropes, was Jimmy Wakeley. His
necktie was wrapped like pancake about
the bosom OF his shirt, and he glared
rather than stared at what was going on
In the ring. He had nothing to say.
Sitting behind him, with an eye as blue
as the sky, was Sensitive" Bill Williams
of Bishop Creek. Bill wore a flannel
shirt and a cap made Of the skin OF the
grizzly bear.
When a boy who was peddling souvenirs
OF the battle rubbed against the "sensi-
tive" man, Bill aroused every body by de-
claring that the world was his. Seven
men from all parts OF the country in
stantly arose from their seats and grasped
the hand of Bill and congratulated him.
Assem- blyman Garrard, the only Demo-
crat of the Nevada Legislature and the
man who introduced the bill which made
prize fighting possible in this State, poked
his gray whiskers over the shoulder of
Sensitive" William and said he was glad
that he had got the world.
Only a few feet away sat Wyatt carp,
steely eyed and calm. Like Bat Master
son, Wyatt has some things to tell after
he is dead.
Bill Langdon of San Francisco, but for
merly of Chicago, was resting on bench
behind carp and stared meekly at the
ring; then he removed his necktie. which
is something unusual for the man OF
White maple Bar.
What do yon think about it?" said
Bill, poking Mayor Yerington Of Carson