Arizona republican., 1904-01-22


 out of a free-for-all fight in a Sixth avenue elevated train from Eighty first street to 104th street. on Monday evening, declared that he wasn't So much, will communicate with Jim Corbett, George Gardiner. Tom Sharkey or any other real pugilist.
 she will be suitably rewarded. If this advertisement doesn't appear in a day or two 1t ought to.
 Bob Fitzsimmons got into a north bound Sixth avenue train at Park place at about , o'clock last night. He we're a ihtgh hat and a big fur line i: coat He told an acquaintance that he was on his way to dinner in Harlem. Of course the train was crowded when he got to the shopping district. and after that it was damned. Bob leaned against the back of one of the cross seats and grinned as he saw the women rush for seats.
 'I never could see why they permit football games and bargain-counter rushes,' said BCb. with some serious ness
 At Forty second street an inebirated person with a light overcoat and a much lighter mustache pushed into the car
 This carsh too darned crowded he said as he showed his way to the cen ter near Bob. Damn railroads too graspin'-won't provide seats for the public. Damndon't feel like protest in.'
 While he stood watching for place to resthis load and was still declaiming with considerable profanity. the train lurched around the Fifty-third street curve. A woman arose and. as the car swung plumb west, the motion pitched the loaded person into the seat. He immediately assured everybody that he was no seat hog by beckoniug to the prettiest woman in the standing crowd. She accepted the seat.
 A stout lady whose weight was about 250 pounds. including her diamonds. and who had got jammed in the door way at Twenty-third street, while the seats were being grabbed. made for the seat. but was beaten.
 Move along, move along. and give the lady room" said the inebriate 10 the row of women in front of him. But like the oysters. spoke there not a single one, nor moved.
 That gives me a pain" said the man with the load. and he also said something else which caused Mir. Fitz- simmons to remark:
 Hes a profane dog, isn't he, now?"
 The drunk was still exorting the impassive seat occupants to move along for the stout lady with the stout diamonds when the train reached Eighty first street station. An occu- pant of one of the cross-seats got out. and MT. Fitzsimmons deftly steered the drunk to the place and pushed him in to the seat.
 At the drunk's side there was an elderly man who looked like a broker and across from him were two women. The drunk began by saying something to the women. The man who looked like a broker thereupon got up and smashed the drunk a beautiful swat in the nose and followed it up with punches in the eye and neck.
 The drunk thereupon mixed it up with the gallant elderly man. and the two. getting out into the aisle. fought, l pulled. kicked. punched and shouted | Every woman in the car got to talk | ing and some screamed.
 By and by train guard got inter 1 ested. He called another, and the two managed to shove the drunk out on the l platform of the Ninety-third street | station. The drunk fought like dea- mon. and half a dozen men went in | and helped the guards. All fell in a heap. Mir. Fitzsimmons remained in the car and looked on.
 At last there was an eruption in the pile of humanity. It was the drunk get ting up and throwing off his assail- ants He easily got into the car again although the gallant elderly man tried hard to stop him. Then the stout lady l began to scream.
 He hit mel He hit mel she yelled.
 Who hit you?" said a man
 Why. that old man who has been punching the man that tried to get me l a seat" she said
 The elderly gallant was seen at that | pushing down to the street. i The train pulled on and the stout lady still complained. Finally she address ed MT. Fitzsimmons
 Its perfect shame to hit a poor man like that" she said. This poor man is a perfect gentleman.
 Guess you didn't hear all he said Fitz.
 Guess I did. guess I did. guess I 1id!' screamed the stout lady. 'T just guess l did! He's a perfect gentleman He is, I sayi"
 "All right. man." said Bob. with his eye on the drunk, who was defy ing the efforts of the guards to get him to leave the car when the train reached the 104th street station.
 When the train got there Bob got out to keep his dinner engagement The drunk said his destination was 1e5th