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FitZsimmOns and the VariscOpe.

COrbett, and is more than satisfied
with them. Accompanied by Martin
Julian and several friends, the cam.
pion went to the Academy Of Music in
New York lately to take a look at him.
self in the ring. He had not seen the
pictures on films before, and when he
took front chair in one of the upper
| boxes he was the most anxious spec
| tatOr in the house, which, by the way,
was crowded, says the New York
Sun.
"Can you see the pictures plainly?"
Fitz asked the Sun reporter, who was
present "YOu know [ haven't seen
be plain. All this talk by Corbett about
foul blows and robbery is sheer non
sense, and unless the pictures have
been tempered with they'll prove what
[ say"
When the first flicker appeared on
the canvas Fl zsimmOns leaned over
the rail of the box, his eyes as big as
half dollars.
"There's metz he exclaimed. "And
there's him, too. What do you think
of those bath robes? Amt they
peaches? Wait until we get 'em
off, and then there'll be some scrap
ping"
There's Muldoon, Housman and Col
vile, the timekeepers, as plain as day"
chimed in Julian, who was on F1tz's
elbow.
How do I shape app" queried Fitz,
as the principals in the pictures began
to strip for battle. I'm lighter than
he is, but that won't make any differ
ence. Hurry up now, and get to work."
Just then the first round began, and
Fitz became excited as he saw himself
fighting for the championship of the
world.
"Do you see I'm forcing him." he
cried. ''See him backing away. There
goes my right straight for the stomach.
Now my left. Whey! That was close!
He's quick bit, and gets away. I'll
land him. though, later. There's the
good old right again, aad that's where
I busted my thumb. What is he hang
in on to me for like that. Ell? Oh, he's
only playful, guess. Now I've got him
near the ropes. Whip it in. Bob.
Throw it in good and-oh, that's too
bad. The round is over aud we are 60
body whether l haven't done all the
forcing so far"
TIE champion continued to make
comments of this nature, Julian keep
ing pace with all sorts of sallies, until
the sixth round, over which there has
been so much talk.
He's been maxim a monkey of me,
has he? Well, the pictures don't show
it, that's cinch. Here's the sixth.
Now we'll see whether the big gutter
had me licked.
There 1 go, boring in. That don't
look as though [ was afraid. Corbett
. fighting fast COW, but mis- blows
don't hurt. That blood from my lips
amt nythtug. II [ hadn't had that
clip on the mouth [ wouldn't have had
a mark.
I'm taking all he can give, that's
sure, and l amt tired. Corbett is
fighting himself out, and I'll have him
right after this round. There he goes
it. We are clinched and he
has an arm free.
Just then the F'itzsimmons in the
ring was seen to drop to his knees, his
arms slipping down and around Cor
belts legs. The Fitzsimmons in the
stage box leaped to his feet excitedly
and yelled:
.He threw me. Just got his arm
under mine and twisted me over. 1t
wasn't Touchdown, as one can easily
see. I'm groggy, eh? Nit! Siler's
counting goes for nothing, as he is
trying to follow Muldoon, the official
timer Can't you see Muldoon count
ing off the seconds, there? And there's
Jimmy Colville, who is Corbett's Off
cial timer. Why doesn't he make a
howl about my being down more than
ten seconds? Why don't the hundreds
of sports who are holding watches
around the ring? Eth? Because [ am
down nine seconds and no more"
When the Cornishman on the canvas
got up and resumed fighting man in
the gallery cried out:
KNOCK him out, Jim. Give it to
him"
Fitz jumped out of his chair and,
look ing up toward the place from
which the remarks had come, fairly
shrieked:
HE cant do it.''
'Don't get excited, Bob" said Julian
quietly NJ Keep your ons eyes 5,i on the the
came excited, and forgetting where he
was he yelled to Referee Siler to ''get
out Of the way"
"I'm groggy, am T." laughed the
champion, as the round was concluded.
well, I'm walking pretty steadily to
my corner. ri bet the big duck is
tired, for he Hoped into his chair as
though glad to be there.
Here's where l nail him in the
enth began There goes my left
plump into the stomach. It's a peach
of a punch, aiu't it? I'm at a disad-
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 to move his feet.
Why, blame me, if l amt holding the
duck up there in that clinch.
"Ow! He soaked me on the nose
with his left. That's about the first
good one I've got 20 far. But his
seams gone, and I'm as strong as a
BULL
F'itz continued his remarks through
the eig nth ninth, and tenth rounds,
and kept pointing out the fact that
Cocbet5 looked tired.
I'm letting him do a little work
now he said in the last part of the
tenth, $50 that can find out how
good he is. His blows are nothing
compared to mine and I'll soon get him
nowr'
When the thirteenth round began
Bob cot up and laughiugly remarked;
| Watch me knock his bloomin
teeth. out in this round. There's the
crack that did it, And he's splitting