Arizona republican., 1904-04-03

Give the under dog a chance. Tax the man that can afford to pay. Help the poor woman and girls that will be mothers of the next crop of citizens. Scare the thieves. Do everything in the open.
 [ "A man chosen by his fellow ci,i- zens to protect their interests ought to be as proud as the captain of a ship in charge of the passengers, and ought to ask for nothing but the glory of it.
 Net so many years ago Sullivan paid 1 visit to Kansas City. One after noon he walked into the barroom of [ the Midland hotel with his arm around the neck of a small, pale man who wore a crock coat and a silk hat. The small man bent like a reed beneath the wedge-shaped mans brawny arm. Meanwhile the broad mans voice rum blsd like distant thunder as he talked in what seemed to him an undertone. [ "Give us a drinkp' he thundered to the bartender in tones that were terri 1 flying, while they were meant to be ] friendly.
 | Sullivan poured out a liberal drink of whisky and tossed it somewhere in- side his huge frame. The bartender gave him a check and the big man carried it to the cashier. l "Give me pencil! he roared to the terrified cashier Then with flourish and much effcrt he wrote his name on the slip of paper.
 "There, young fellow,'' he said, there is my autograph. Put that in your pocket. It is only worth 40 cents now; in 20 years it will be worth s2O.",
 Then he honored the trembling cash Ter With handshake and thundered out of the hotel.
 i The cashier, after the great man had gene, thought of the $20 autograph, and the more he thought the more val uable the 40 cents seemed, and so the price of the drinks went into MT. Sul- Ilvans' bill, and the autograph is still gaining in value.
 ! Some time after his fight with Cor bett Sullivan served on the stage. At i first he took the part of the hero, res cuing maidens in distress, chaffing dudes on their lack of muscle and knocking out villains with his terri i ble Tight. But Sullivan was best as Simon Legree, the villain in Uncle Toms Cabin.'' Nobody who has ever heard John L.'s voice when he was feeling proper could possibly forget it. Tn the blackest night 1t would distin- gucsh him frcm a hundred men. It was this deep. rumbling roar that suited him so well in the part of Simon Lsgree, the slave driver. Sullivan en- joyed the part immensely. In speak ing of it once he said: ! Misses is what I am looking for, '" he said; that's applause for me. At first it didn't sound right, but grad ually got used to it. I have always been on the level-see? And when they begun to hiss me at first it made me sore. but now whenever I can bring out the misses you can bet I am all right
 'I would be fine lobster to play that part without hiss" Here MT. Sullivan drew up his chair and pointed ar iron-like finger at bis interlocutor. As I said, in such a | piece as this misses is good every time, and it's what I'm locking for" Speaking from the right side of his mouth, rumblingly, the ex-champion of the world continued: T like this part. It's all right, and it's strong you know what I mean. There ain't a weak line in it. Now, in the auc- tion sale of niggers-do ycu see?- there's where the real thing comes in" MT Sullivan cleared his voice and proceeded to demonstrate.
 "The auctioneer guy is on the box. A lot of supes stands around-do you see?-and one of them bids $775 for a nigger. let that nigger go because I don't want him.
 ''You draw the color line. eh?'' to I,,xy triggers, don't you see? But I don't want that nigger.
 Tt comes down to Emmeline. Well, some guy bids into the seven hun dreds, and l top him $500 and cops out the girl.
 This gives me a chance to do some fine work. I say to the girl, You are nice looking glrl!' chucking her un- der the chin this way
 MT. Sullivan's chuck" was like the blow of a triphammer.
 "I chuck her under the chin that way and she says:
 "'Oh, don't hurt mel Then I say: Well, If you don't lcok sharp and mind me, when you get home I'll hurt yer l fast enoughi' !"
 The pugifist-actor's voice took on a snarling tone and he flourished an imaginary whip with a ponderous right | arm.
 The auctioneer business goes right on. but I don't pay any attention to that. When Uncle Tom is put up to be sold some of the niggers in the background begin to sing. This is what they sing
 Mir. Sullivan cleared his throat, threw back his big cropped head and | beloved:
 "'We'n sing one song of our old Ken
 lucky home
 Of our old Kentucky home, so far
 away"
 The notes dted away like a blast | from calliope The booming tremolo, the wild abandon, the herculean ges- lures, the intense earnestness and good faith are peculiar to MT. Sullivan and are impossible to portray CT duplicate.
 But for all of that, John L. Sullivan was a great fighter. For more than ten years he held the championship and never shirked Q fight. He began his career in 1880. and it was September z 1896, that he was knocked out by Jim 1