Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-05-11

but have escorted COTbett l imagine that Hercules would sheer at ordinary celestials for their muscular inferiori- ty, that he would pity an unfortunate cub celestial who has been hit in the solar plexus and knocked out of Celes- tia 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 Mir Corbett toward the inanimate human figures which he beheld on the world s fair grounds.
 When it fell to my lot to steer the former champion pugilist and present vaudeville monologist through the grounds, suggested a carry-all to the visitor as means of transportation
 Garry nothing!'. said Corbett. Lets walk; why, a walk like this is good for q man.
 The explanation that to see the grounds and buildings properly would require about twelve 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- Der when I was training at Asbury Park to fight Sullivan, I used to break away from my keepers and do foot stunt I'D to Long Branch and back be- fore they missed me. Then I'd tackle two or three miles of the board walk and be fresh enough to punch the eternal innards out of the bag without being a bit short Of wind. Oh, say, we'll walk. Come onv'
 But the hills are pretty steep. and-''
 "Aw, cheese it!'' said Corbett. s'N nat nave you got legs for. man! Say want to tell you that if I had n. bunch of hills like these when I was training. to go up against Bob Fitzsin- mons at Carson City I'd have knocked his block clean into Butte, Mont. Why, a few good sized hills are great for fellows wind. Come OH, now move lively
 Now I do not set myself up as champion pedestrian, and l must con fess that the strenuity of Corbett's pace gave me regretful thoughts about that rejected carry-all; but I dld my best, and managed to keep within hearing distance of Corbett, who talks, by the way, through q private mega aesOphagus
  asked, as we strode down toward the main picture of the exposition
 '"The Palace of Transportation re- piled; tits 1900 feet long and 525 feet wide; contains fourteen acres of floor space, and"
 "*Suffer'n' Moses!' interrupted the pugilist. Say, but wouldn't this shack make a jim-dandy hall to pull off mill in? Why, you could build ring right there in the middle, string up cir GUS seats and put half million good gate money into the box. Wouldn't like to sign with Jeff for a finish light in this shanty! Oh, myi but wouldn't do thing to Jeff-say, would I now?'
 Mir Corbett noticed in the Palace of Transportation collection of odd looking locomotives, the relics of pion-f ger railroad days brought hither for ex- hibition. One engine, the Pioneer as it's painted name indicated, attract ed his particular attention.
 "First locomotive, hey2 Well, all I've got to say is that railroad engines and prize fighting have both improved since 1886. Why. the game was as crude in the days of old Jem Mace, who's still on earth, as that engine is in comparison to the machines that pull us nowadays. Say" said Corbett, suddenly, turning around, have they got pugilist exhibit at this fair? We'll, they ought to have. Don't you know that if they'd get up show of the progress of the fist game from its be- ginning to its present scientific state it would draw? Of course it would"
 The railroad tracks built in the floor of the Transportation structure caught Corbett's attention. When informed that there are four miles of tracks in- side the building he suggested that we walk up and down all the tracks just to loosen our Joints But finally l convinced him that there was more to see outside.
 The first thing Corbett saw outside was a piece Of statuary in staff. the figure of a Greek god waiting to be mounted upon a pedestal. The mus cles of the god looked somewhat pudgy. Corbett approached and felt the biceps.
 Gee" he said If had had mus cles as hard as that when I went up against Jeffries the last time I'd be Champion Corbett now, and where d you reckon Jim Jeffries would be? Why. he'de be back pounding boilers"
 A little farther along stood an angel i'm all the glitter of white stan, with wings extended and cherubic expres- sion Corbett paused before the im- movable ugIre and soliloquized:
 "Say, this here's a peach, this is! This fellow ain't much for chest and shoulders, but look at his legs! They're just the cut for side-stepping, and think what he could do in getting out of the way with those wings to help himr'
 MT Corbett enjoyed immensely the walk down past the Louisiana Pur- chase monument, the edge of the Grand Basin and the Sunken Garden, to the Government building. He was invited to enter the Missouri state building. but insisted that as a Cali fornian it would be proper for him to visit his own state building first.
 ''But it's more than n mile away, and we'll have to climb q hill to get to it." he was told.
 "Bully!'' exclaimed Corbett; say, now, that just suits me; we'll enjoy the walk
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