The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1898-10-28
SULLIVAN SAYS sHARKEY.
Only John L. Talks About the Conn
ing Mill and Himself.


CHICAGO, Oct. 26-That the John L. suln-
van Of today in his dressing rooms at a.
local theater is not the John L. Of old is
ancient history, but that he is a pleasant
entertainer may be news. The former cham
pion is not sour nor melancholy as might
pc supposed after what he has gone through.
He entertained coterie Of local sDortfne men
last night. The big fellow was in rare 6umor
and his huge body shook with laughter as
some one would strike his humorous side with
a FUNNY glbe., Sullivan has some pronounced
views as to the ability Of one James J. Cor
bett He also holds some views as to what
Sailor Sharkey do in q roped circle
with fve-ounce init on each hand. What
DO think will be the result of the meetin q
between Corbett and Sharkey?'' unused the
pugilist, whose popularity always holds
We'll, I'll tell you. You have put the words
almost into my mouth. and you may quote
me as saying that I think Sharkey viii win
sure, unless the police interfere, which may
be very likely: In the first place, Corbett
lucky. When he defeated me any little man
could have licked me with just as much ease
as he did. Sharkey is strong, rugged young
fellow, a natural fighter and takes excellent
care Of himself This alone is a great factor
with q pugilist. 1 appreciate that fact now,
to live over again how differently I would
go about this world continued John L. as
he gave his gray mustache a fondling curl
Perhaps I should not have more money
than now. but I would make some suckers
live lower in this world than they are now
My motto has always been Be a good fell
low, do right by all, and tell one what you
think about him to his face"
''Well, MALACHI" CdaIachy Hogan, con-
tinued John L., I'm be on easy street next
year. am going to have a sixteen-acre
farm, not a fifteen or seventeen-acre farm,
but siXteen-acre one. l intend getting a
great big armchair and lounge and say to
myself, Well, John. old boy, you've been a
good fellow and a good fighter in your day,
and the latter amt very much credit; now
you can idle away your time and wait for
own chickens, cows, etc, and intend to feed
them myself, too
Sullivan was reminiscent last night and
told many an anecdote Of his fighting career.
pionship he was walking through the streets
of Boston with his father, who was a little
bit Of a man, 5 feet inches tall, when the
latter met friend. According to Sullivan,
the following dialogue took place:
Michael (the name Of Sul,ivan's father
you ought to be proud Of that boy of yours -
why ought to be proud Of 'im2"
We'll, he is champion Of America"
Tut, tut, me bye" replied Sullivan's par
ent, there is many bye in old Ireland
that can bate his head off"
And that was true. Still, I could fight a
bit in them days, too" ended up the gray
haired and premature old man.
Sullivan has just passed his fortieth year
weighs 290 pounds, measures almost 1fty-
eight inches around the chest, and to all
appearances is as healthy as a newly-coined
silver dollar. Jake Kilrain spars three rounds
with him at the end of each performance Of
the company with which the two old-timers
are travelling as stars. Kilrain seems TO have
kept himself in better trim than his old con-
queror, and seems to possess little Of his
old-time speed in delivery. Sullivan how
ever, can hardly move about so stout has he
grown and at the end Of a minute or half
minute round he is thoroughly fatigued.