The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1900-03-25
JOHN L. SULLIVAN TALKS.
MONOLOG UES 10 Az ADMIRISG VIM
Gle ~ MS SALOON.
Fate Of the Walter Who Served stenk 70
Him on u Friday-A Touching roe"
About Jack D.mpsey's c-w WISDOM
Eyok.d by n Guileful Man From boSoh'


These are the DAYS when John Lawrence Sui
Ivan. once champion pugilist Of the world. likes
To sit in the real " his saloo. surrounded oy "a'
miring friends and talk " the time when he was
truly a great man when John L. talks mos"
in rang" Of his voice are supposed 10 listen MI
sullivan will moi brook Interruptions oil any k'hu'
Even an exclamation If surprise or wonder OF"
laugh at the humuf Il the eN Greai One, VIII w.
me, by a Slight arching ui the eyebrows, which
means volumes To- The man who has learned ny
experience to read the signs on John LIS faoe'
Neither Is It safe 10 attempt To leave the e'iSo
whila Mr Sullivan Is talking Such a course
would indicate lack of appreciation, and Johh
!. * like unto a roaring bull when he thihks
an attempt is lring made to belIthe him In JUS
,icc 20 the ex G. rcat One. however, it should he said
that irw ever care To leave the circle around him
when he is telling the stories about himself
John /. was IN n particularly happy MOOD
one night last week aud with u long black cigar
stuck IN one side of his mouth and his hat pulieu
gracefully over one eye, he sat Tilted back ma
chair in the rear 81 his saloon, with his 'hhmo'
in his armp,'s ana spun yarns 10y the yaTd na
group Of friends. Il would h" an injustice TO MI
sullivan 10 quote him in the language "hich 's
sporting writer's put IN his mouth when 'hey
make him discuss some great event impending
IN the Nhrlu hI IllCIlI-Ul WIN ." ~ '"N
diamond and can murder the Queens English
as picturcsguely ms any mar. what is more.
he is proud of his own creations Of language and
nothing disgus,s Lin so much as TO see his sigma
turr tackled to statement which reads like a
ur,,, essay tie vAS telling stories the other
nigh, and such of them as are here recorded
will b. told as he told them, barring certain eloquent
IMPRESSIONS which the eN Great One is wont Ia Use
when ha desires Ia lend particular emphasis TO
some certain point
lie had lust finished telling how he tried TO hlre
a primn donna for his theatrical company while
It wa, out on the rad when there was a slight
disturbance nearby, and a very drunken man
reelcl up
q wanlcr ,laLe hans with tn only John L.
he ssll N a whining tone.
a CRATER buun' ne fer a drink, remarked
John l., spi'o VOC Then he looked up al tho
d~isturh~r One Of those fierce looks that used
TO make Boston policemen curl UP came on MS
face The GiSturbcr turned pale John L.
shot his finger to within an inch Of the disturbers
! nose, and without changing the position OF his
Cigar remarked
TO Their woods you
The drunken man began TO cry.
"Now, John, he whined, TIM, amt the way
to treat me- pidn', stand by you that time
in Providence"
John ~la'sface underwent change. Helooks4
the man all over carefully, and then showing
a chair in front Of him, roared. "Sit down" The
mnn sat down,
"Now, tell der troot abou, that affair" said
Mr. Sullivan GIVE us he truot
Well, John" sand the drunken man, plucking
up courage, YOU. was there ~ a restaurant with
Jack Ashton and and and
Tell the iInni, tell the trpot, put in John L.
"Xoll. YOU was, you was
Drunk" remarked Mr. Sullivan, calmly Tel
the troot now.
Yes John, you was drunk and when the waiter
brought ypu a Stena u,
why You grabbed the waiter by the coat cola!
an took the steak Nv from the plate and banged
him la the face with IT,
Damned n didn't, damned II ! didn't.
banged that gee7cr all over der restaurant Wild
that steak and John l. burst into a shout OF
laughter at the recollection. Suddenly his lace
"Say YOU" To the drunken man, what day
was that? Tell the truot now.
1T wa q Friday"
An didn't ! order fish,
Yes YOU did, John
An when hc brought me steak didn't | bang
him over the head with it,
well, why wouldn'tr Why wouldn't II" and
| John /. looked around for eN pensions Of approval
| from the crowd Nj heads nodded dflirmatiyely
and then MIR Sullivan turned to the drunken
man
Say, he exclaimed, you Te done see, done.
Bartender, give dis guy a drink and a cigar and
trow him out
The drunken man departed John l. remained
for a moment in deep thought, and then taking
. a draw on his cigHr that added half an inch to
the ashc, there began 10 talk.
"'The mem'res Il some Of these guys Is sick
enin'. v hen hook at some OF dem, ] have ter
put me- hands behind me back and say, Just
heaven, c%ons'rain M, or III soak him The
only things | remember is the times when ! was
done. ! been don" twice in the last year Six
mOnts aRo Il guy rome In Wild a long piece OF
poetry, wrote about Jack Dempsey lie was q
good Teller an a he'll Of q good fighter was Jack
Dempsey, poor Old Jack Dempsey Well the
poetry his guy had wrote about Jack Dempsey
was toqchin' an brought the, tears to me eyes,
mp to the klondike after dough and lungs cause
he had consumption, an dyiG up there friend,
the lonesome grave Of Jack Dempsey in Alaska.
wild nuthin' but a wood cross oSer 1t to mark the
last resting place Of the Nonrar"el, i MAS touchin'
II was, cause Jack was a good Teller an a hell
OF n good fighter, poor Old Jack dempsey.
Say: the guy read he piece to me an the oil
you to head a Subecipton 10 put a stone over
The grave Of poor old Jack Dempsey III do
H. | says, an | head the list with a hundred.
Then he gives me a lot Of the Tieces uf poetry an
the subscription parer an wants me- ter work
the thing up an. collect the money. went ahead.
and in a week l had five hundred in the sale fer
the stone over poor old Jack DempSey's grave.
Then gets q telegram from thi, guy, from ltoches-
ter, sayin' that M Dimski Of Sltka, Alaska. "
al lDe oluIleN AM HOUSE, an VIII call InT Ine money
Tor the stone over poor old Jack DempSey's grave.
That same day Dimski come In and got the 1--WE
hundred. An guess he's got it yet Poor old
Jack DempSey's grave Is out in Denver. But
he was a good Teller an a he'll Of a good fighter,
poor old Jack Dempsey.
why, ] saw the grave myself" put I'm q youth,
who paS evidently indulging in his first feast al
the sullivan round table John |. looked tho
youth over
Go ahead an, tell them oil about it, quick, OF
yer might fergit sonethin," he said. When
yer all through, let me know an III do u little
talkin' meSelf"
The youth subsidized and without further com
ment Mr Sullivan continued,
"A little after We built that headstons
Ter Jack Dempsey,s grave, a guy came in here
one night and tried 10 grasp me hand. Ter
the woods Ter the voodsr | says, cause I dldn't
know the guy why, don't yer know me. john
me lie, | SAYS Smoke, John. he comes back.
I'm Tim Murnane Of tho Boston Globe Wei.
Tim, says. Id never known yer Now what
kin ! do Ter your Lend me ten, John he save
IN a :" whisper I'm broke an it's too early in Tho
evenin' to quit Sure, | says How'll yer
have itF W ait, John he says, I'm goin' up
the stree! an IN eSend for the Money in a little
q messenger comes in with a note from Tim sayin'
ter give the boy the ten but to make II fifteen.
So ! gives tho boy the fifteen an that's the last
ever seen OF II, cause II wasn't Tim that made
the touch at all
Mr. sullivan glanced around at his auditors
and then remarked
Were a. weak as women in some things, an
bigger slobs
INyENJOR HOLLAND Az OLD FEgIxN