The Savannah morning news., 1903-06-14
STORY OF YOUNG CoRBETT.

How the Featherweight Champion
Called a Desperate.
From the New York Telegraph.
What virtue is to woman, courage is
to man. A man will confess to almost
any vice save that of cowardice. No
training so develops courage in man
as does boxing. 1t gives him confidence
in time of danger, particularly sudden
danger. That alertness of eye, hand
and foot acquired by his sparring ex-
ercises makes him quick and sure in
avoiding attack of any kind. A trained
boxer is seldom struck by trolley
car or bumped into by any of the thou
sand and one things that hurtle about
crowded thoroughfares.
Harry Pollok tells a story on Young
Corbett" that illustrates an example of
perfect physical courage. Here it is:
After 'Corbett's' win over Terry Nc
Govern we were touring the wilds of
Colorado with a show. When the per-
Torrance was over one night, 'Corbett'
was seated at a table in one of the
board shacks of mountain town, the
same shack being saloon.
1.-The toughest looking proposition
ever laid my lamps on butted into the
place. He was a wonder for size and
all round ugliness. He had guns
enough strung about his middle to
stock a shooting gallery He let one
of those yawps out of his hairy throat
which is supposed to make everybody
else shake in their spats.
Everybody to the BAR he yelled.
I'm the whole works and a killer from
the peaks
"Well, the way that bunch got their
midriffs to the board beat any hun
dred-yard start I'd ever seen. They all
started out 'Corbett' There was a
blush glitter in the bad mans eye
he only had one, but that was a ter
Ior-as he shuff1ed over to 'Corbett.'
" Did you hear that invite, young
fellow?' he asked
His voice was low, low for him,
and sounded like the purr of a noun
tain lion. He slowly pulled one of the
guns-it was the length of his leg
and showed it under 'Corbett's' nose.
The rest of us had date behind any
thing that seemed like cover.
"'Corbett' looked into the gun as If
and then raised his eyes to- the giant
above him.
"I heard you,' he said, calmly. but
you'll have to excuse me. / don't
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drink.
"'Oh, you don't drink, Ell? He waved
the gun slowly sideways in front OF
'Corbetts' face. Well, We drink with
me, or therell be vacant place in
your camp
az suppose you mean by that said
'Corbett, never budging in his seat
nor taking his eyes from the bad mans
one, that if don't accept your invi-
tatfon YOU will shoot me. Well,
don't want to die just now, but / shall
not drink with you. / am unarmed,
and even If I had pistol would not
know how to use it; nor am your
physical equal. But IL you shoot me,
1t will be murder and the act OF a cow
ard. Are you a coward"
THE gun slowly dropped until II
hung listlessly downward. The killers
Jaw dropped with II. His one eye
wavered and settled at 'Corbetts feet.
Finally he reached out a paw like
ham.
Eyer all right. Kid he muttered
sheepishly. Yer the best man. VIII
s''In a minute cried 'corbett,' losing
his hand IN the paw. And you're all
astraightenlnE himself up again 20
his usual swaRger. the bad man glared
AZ the rest of us.
!" m any Of you ysps laugh
HE didn't need 70 nnieh the sen-
tence. None u us laughed.
sBut what do you think 81 a spiel
ike that from fhe 'kidT