The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-01-12
JOHN [. SAYS He
WAS NEVER DRUNK
Wants to Form a Vaudeville
Team With Maggie
Cline.

Cline.
NEW YORK, Jan. 1.-THE meeting
of the creditors of John l.. Sullivan, pu-
gilist, was called yesterday at the office
of Geo. c.. Holt, referee in bankruptcy,
at No. 81 Pine street, but 1T went by de-
fault, as Sullivan did not appear. No
| creditors came and no claims were fl
ed, yet Sullivan is in town. He appears
to be putting in his time looking for
Ben Harris, is former manager, whom
he threatens to beat to death when
ever he meets him. Harris is said to
be engaged in side-stepping the ex
champion and walking on Broadway
| with one lamp aft and one forward, and
| in addition he frequently sweeps the
horizon with his binoculars. Sullivan
| stopped at a Broadway coaling station
today, and while the barboys were fill
! ing the coal buckets said:
Il got a rough deal out of that guy
Harris. Say, but he's a low-down one,
without a drop of sporting blood in his
veins. He quit me in Toledo. 1 admit
that 1 was enthusiastic in several
theaters, but who wouldn't be when he
was getting away with an act like
mine? Say, Gull, 1 can beat that parlor
stiff Corbett to death in a talking
match. He can outsprint me, but as
an actor he's a shine. The mayor of
Detroit said that 1 was immense. Harris
tried to crab me when he saw what a
! scream my turn was, and though he
was knocking down couple of hum
dred a week out of me he knocked me
to the coppers right along. Was that
fair? Nix. Old John L. has always
been on the level
Harris came back and said that I
was drunk, didn't he? Well, he's
wrong. | never was drunk in my life
but sometimes have been very sleepy
and tired and laid down to rest. Booze
don't make me drunk, but it gets me
sort o. dopy, and when I want rest
want it bad. These four-fiushers give
me a pain when they won't let a ia
NOUS man indulge his little weaknesses
Say, if it was some bum politician that
got souzed, all hands would take him
home and care for MIN, but when it's
me the best I get is the worst of it.
Harris quit me dead, and I don't
like it. Let me get my hands on that
little runt and I'll twist his ears. I
hear that he's going to have me put
in the cooler. Sassy thing! A slap on
the wrist for his, and I'll bust the
wrist. Say his arm will never get
lame reaching into his kick for money.
I'm going out again and I'm going to
do little sketch. Me and Maggie
Kline are going to double up and do
a rough-house stunt that will get L.
some of the actors and get laugh
sure.
Wants New MonoIogue.
I'm going to get a new line of talk
for the stage that will be a knockout.
The lobster that wrote my monolouge
tried to make me talk like a pink pill.
That's four flush. l am going out af-
ter this and say what's in my head.
Ne as John L. as he lives is the goods
but the nickel plated plush John L. is
shine and a frost. Are you wiser"
Sullivan is looking fairly we'll. He
reached Broadway from the West with
new suit Of lion tanners cheek and
a piece of ice in his shirt like a motor
lamp.
Harris declares that he would not
handle Sullivan's affairs again for ST.
600 week and paid-up life insurance.
When Harris started on the road with
Sullivan he consulted George Considine
who would just as leave have a bunch
of rattlesnakes in the MetropOle as
have John L. for a minute. George
likes his fun at that.
John L. better than you do, and if you
let him scare you there'll be no living
with him. When he makes a threat
or a crack just walk up to him as
though you were as big as Jeffries and
say, What do you mean, you big four
| flushing stiff? Be good, now, or I'll
knock your block off. You can't bluff
quick or I'll send you to the death
house. Swing on him if necessary
and you'll find him as meek as lamb
He's nothing but front"
Harris took this advice to heart, and
when Sullivan failed to show up for a
| matinee in Boston he went to the ex-
| champions room where he was sleeping
off pleasant load, cuffed him on the
ears and yelled
Say, get up and get to work, or TIL
pull you out Of bed and kick you down
stairs. What do you think I am? On
you way. you bum, or Ill knock the
| daylights out of you. Savvy?"
The mighty John had never been
| talked to in this way by any man or
men. He was so amazed that his load
| fell away and he arose ready for ac-
| ton. With a bound he was out of
| bed and over to the door, which ne
locked and bolted. Now" he yelled,
I'll trim you, you little miserable fly.
Roast me, will you? Come to me and
| prepare to meet your maker
Harris realized at once that Consi-
| dine had given him the wrong tip, and
he saw that only quick action would
save him from a beating. Failing on
| his knees and clasping Sullivan by the
legs, Harris cried:
For Gods sake, Mr. Sullivan, I did
not mean it was only kidding.
| Please don't be angry. 1 was playing
| joke"
This amused the gladiator so that
he thrust Harris away and muttered:
| 1T was bum kid. Cut it OUT