The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1904-03-26

"N"'1"b Snu NVibSlh AHiVuEu viz
worlds fair grounds In somethng like
plotting Hercules through the stellai
system. ! have not piloted Hercules
but have escorted Corbett imag.
Inc that Hercules would sneer al ordi-
nary celestiais for their muscular In
feriority that he would pity an un-
fortunate cub celestial who had been
hit in the solar plexus and knocked
out Of celestia into Kingdom come.
and that he would make comments
on the sights OF the star-sown vault
from the viewpoint OF benevolent
bruiser. At any rate. that was the
| attitude assumed by Mr.. corbett to-
ward the lnanimate human figures
which he beheld on the worlds fair
grounds.
When Il fell TO my lot to steer the
former champion pugilist and present
vaudeville monologist through the
grounds ] suggested carry-alI 10 the
visitor as means of transportation.
Let's walk; why. walk like this
h good for a man."
The explanation that 20 see the
grounds and buildings properly would
require about IL miles OF walking. up
and down hill and on the level. merely
made Corbett more eager for foot
work.
"Gee!" he calculated; SAY, but
that's the real thing. Why, remem-
her when was training at Ashbury
Park TO fight Sullivan. used to break
away from my keepers and do foot
stunt up to Long Branch and back
before they missed ne. Then I'd
tackle two or three miles Of the board
walk and be fresh enough to punch
the eternal innards out the bag with
out being a bit short OF wind. Oh.
say we'll walk. Come onl"
"But the hills are pretty steep.
and"
"Aw, cheese III" said Corbett.
"what have you got legs for, man (?
Say. want to tell you that II had
bunch OF hills like these when ! was
training to go up against Bob Fitz-
simmons at Carson City I'd have
knocked his block clean into Butte.
Montana. Why, few good-sized
hills are great for a fellows wind.
Come on, now--move lively"
Now do not set myself up as
champion pedestrian. and ] must con-
fess that the strenuity> of Corbetts
pace gave me regretful thoughts about
that rejected carry-all: but did my
best. and managed to, keep within hear
Ing distance of Corbett, who talks, by
the way. through a private megaphone
concealed somewhere in his aesopha-
gus.
Say, what's this here houseg" he
asked, as we strode down toward the
main picture 81 the exposition.
"The palace of transportation Il
replied, ITS 1900 feetfong and 525 feet
wide; contains IA acres of floor space,
and
"Sufrer'n Moses!" interrupted the
pugIlist. "Say, but wouldn't this
shack make a jlm-dandy hall to pull
or mill in? why, you could build
ring right In the middle, string up
circus seats and put half a million
good gate money into the box
wouldn't like TO sign with JEFF for
a finish fight in this shanty! Oh, my!
but wouldn't do a thing to Jeff-say'
would l. now?"
Mr.. Corbett noticed in the palace OF
collection Of odd
looking locomtives--the relies of pio-
neer railroad days brought hither for
exhibition. One engine, the Pioneer
as its name indicated attracted his par
tIcular attention.
First locomotives, hey? Well, all
I'VE got to say Is that railroad engines
and prizenghting' have both improved
since 1896. Why. the game was as
crude in the days Of old Jem Mace,
who's still on earth, as that engine IN
It's comparison to the machines that
pull us nowadays. Say" said Corbett,
turning around, shave they
rot pugillst exhibit at this fair?
Well, they ought to have. Don't you
snow that If they'd get up a show Of
he progress OF the fist game from Its
to its present scientific state
/ would draw? OF course 1t would
The railroad tracks built in the
loor OF the transportation structure
aught Corbetts attention. When in
ormed that there are four miles OF
racks inside the building, he suggest