The age-herald., 1901-02-24
From the New York World.

From the New York World.
 The time I met Edward was at a pri- vate boxing exhibition. He was Prince of Wales then.
 I went over to England in December, 1887, to fight Charley Mitchell You re- member how the people treated me cheered until they were raw and pretty nearly mobbed me in the street trying to shake hands as I got out of a coach and blockading the streets for hours waiting for me to come out of the house 1 was in.
 I suppose the Prince of Wales must have heard of this, for one day the princess secretary-Lord Clifford, I think, was his name-comes and calls on me and asks if I'll go and box for the prince in private, because it wouldn't be quite the real thing for his nibs to go to pup lie boxing show.
 1 was never too proud to do a good turn for any good fellow, and I'd always heard that the Prince of Wales was one of the all right kind. So I told him: "Yes, I'll be pleased to favor the prince any time he says. And now I want to ask him a favor There's brilliant young Ameri- can journalist here in London, a friend of mine. I want him to go with me"
 Lord Clifford was the politest man you ever saw, and he began to explain how sorry he was that my friend couldn't go.
 That's all right I says. You needn't bother. Just tell the prince that I won't spar. Where l go my friend goes. That's all.
 Being strange in that country, and not knowing their ways l asked my friend what 1 ought to wear. He tells me: "A long frock coat and grap trousers, and plug hat, because it is in the afternoon.
 No" I says, that won't do. It may be the right thing for ordinary people. But this Prince of Wales is no ordinary man. He's liable to be King some day. It's only right to show him respect by wearing a full dress evening suit
 And that's what I did, and I made Jack Ashton, my sparring partner, do the same thing (poor Jack, he's dead now), And I've since been told by experts that even- ing dress was the right thing.
 Now these poses I'm giving you are just as it happened, except the evening dress My friend is dead ringer for the prince"
 When we got to St. James Barracks the Earl of Pembroke and another swell guy meets us at the door. They were on to me in minute, but they put up a kick about letting In my friend.
 My name Is John L. Sullivan, and the Prince of Wales is waiting to see me-" l told them This young gentleman Is my friend Where goes he goes; understand me?'
 Lord Clifford eff I have the name right) came over to meet me.
 His Highness," he says, lis waiting to meet you" So I left my friend talking with some of the lords and went with the seer etary. We found the Prince at a small table in corner. There was a dozen of his friends around, most of them standing and few sitting down. I m derstand they were all lords and dukes, etc. You ought to have seen them rub haring when we came up.
 Now, any one who says King Edward is chesty has another guess coming. He's as pleasant as the best American politi- ciari you ever knew, and you can't go further than that. As soon as we got near the table the Prince looks up and smiles. I smiled back at him. There wasn't any real need of an introduction, for we knew each other by reputation all right But Lord Clifford takes me by the arm and says: Your Highness, allow me to present John l.. Sullivan, of Amer icl."
 We'll, I was in corner for a second or two. I'd read about people kneeling be- fore kings and princes, but none of that for mine. I never knelt to any man liv- ing, and never could king or no king. But, say, the Prince of Wales is a man all right. He never tried to put on any dignity with me. He pushes over chair and says:
 MT. Sullivan, this is a pleasure"
 "Pleased to meet you," 1 says, How