Los Angeles herald., 1905-09-24
didn't have the nerve to stay and face

I've got whole lot more Of that same
kind Of talk tucked away In my head.
and it's at anybody's disposal that
wants to drag It out. I'm not looking
for trouble, but I'm looking for square
deal, and I think know how to get II.
Tho corbett Incident
Now, about some of those things that
happened at Carson City. When I'd
got Jim where I wanted him and had
put him down, I was back toward my
corner. There were twenty men hang
ing on to my hands congratulating me,
and then Corbett rushed over. While
had my hands locked he punched me
twice in the face. 1 couldn't have got
away if I'd wanted to. In desperation
I showed my face out and said to him:
go on and punch. You can't hurt
me, anyway"
Then Jims seconds got him away
and the crowd commenced to push up.
There wasn't a policeman or a Pinker-
ton man anywhere in sight. They'd
been put there to keep off anything
that looked like trouble, but they care
fully kept out of it. There had been
a lot of bluff about 1t being death to
the first man over the ropes, but l
didn't see any one try to make good.
AS soon as the crowd started forward
again felt something cold against my
Loft Ohaalr and a VOiCa said:
"All right, Fitz. Don't one Of you
boys move or I'll drill you. Back
there!"
I looked down and there was the
blue barrel of A resting on my shoul-
der. Behind it was Wyatt carp and
when he met my eye he said:
Don't worry, Fitz. did you a dirty
trick in Frisco at the Sharkey fight,
but I'm with you here, and I'll kill the
first duck that lays hands on you"
1 told him to take that gun away,
that could look after myself.
That's only part of what I was
going to say. They've all called Corbett
a fair fighter. I'll leave it to you folks
who read this. I got it bad from the
lump. I wasn't in shape to begin with.
Sparring with Ernest Roeber before the
fight, he showed out his elbow and I
caught it with my forearm. The arm
swelled UP to twice its size and wasn't
so much use. I'd caught cold and was
all choked up with it. I'd hurt my
foot and I couldn't use 1t the way
should have. That was bad enough, but
nv cook had turned me down and 1
went into the ring about as sick as
man could go.
Rubbed Sore Lip
Jim split my lip in one of the early
and every time we came to-
gether he'd take his left glove and rub
it backwards and forwards across that
lip as hard as he could, until 1t would
break out afresh and felt as big as a
leg. 1 didn't kick much, because there
wasn't any use, but it wasn't fair
fighting at that. L got a lot of other
misuse that the average fighter won't
stand for, but We'll let 1t go.
There has been lot of talk about my
I've got one letter within a
few days that tells me L was weighing
ten pounds more than Corbett did.
That's about as idiotic as anything 1
can think of. I went into that ring
1861 pounds, we'll under the
limit, and I've fought
every fight 1 ever had under that limit,
too. Corbett weighed 1877, and those
weights can be proved any time.
Another paragraph in the letter 1 re-
fer to says Corbett was a sick man.
That's foolish, too, or Jim told an un-
truth. for he acknowledged a few days
after the battle, over his own sigma
ture, that he was in fit condition to
make the fight of his life.
I've had to tell these things, and I
don't want to, but I'm not going to let
any four-fush come up and tell me
I'm out of order. I've been trimmed
several times, and want to say right
here that I'm quite handy with my
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brick wall as anyone else. Every time
I've had it handed to me, it has been
by a friend, or somebody I thought was
friend, and every time I've found out
all about it, and whole lot more than
I've talked about I've been worked
for a good thing and easy mark, and
because I'm not revengeful to the point
of bitterness, some of these almost
fighters and crooked sporting men
think they're going to do it always.
I'm saving a few little incidents that
will look rather pretty in cold type.
and maybe I'll use them when the
time comes. Next week I'm going to
tell you about another dose of bad
medicine I got from some friends down
in New Orleans, where they worked me
for $4,000 in cold cash the night
fought Tom Hall.
Vlncentian Superior Passes Away
Word was received at st. Vincent's
college yesterday of the death of Very