The Virginia enterprise., 1906-05-25

nerve 10 stay ana race the music.
I've got q 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 no.
looking for trouble, but I am looking
for a square deal, and l think I know
hog to get it. - - RI, =. ~8. ~. ! s~:'
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Now, about some of those things that
at Carson City. When : I'd
got Jim where / wanted him, and had
put him down, I was back towards my
corner. There were 20 men hanging on
to- my hands, congratulating. me, and
then Corbett rushed over. While had
my hands locked he punched me twice
in the face: couldn't have got away
If I'd wanted to. In desperation
showed my face out and said to him:
go on and punch. You can't hurt
me anyway. <*'>- -, 80 - ~
Then jJim's seconds got him away
and the crowd commenced to push up.
There wasn't apolieeman 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 it being death 70
the first man over the ropes but I
didn't see anyone try to make good. AS
soon as the crowd started forward
again, I felt something cold against my
left cheek and a voice said: q
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boys move or I'll drill you. Back
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looked down, and there was the
blue barrel of A. resting on my
shoulder. Behind it was Wyatt carp,
and when he met my eye he said:
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"
I told him to take that gun away,
that could look after myself, and be-
SIDES didn't want to have anything to
do with a crook. and he stood for it
anG went off. He's nervy man, Is
EarC.
= That's only part of what was
going to say. They've all called Corbett
e fair fighter. I'll leave it to you folks
who read this. got it bad from the
jump. I wasn't in shape to begin
with. Sparring with Ernest Roeber be.
fore the fight, he showed out his elbow
and I caught it with my forearm. Tie
arm swelled up to twice it's size and
wasn't so much use I'd canght cold.
and was all choked up with it. I'd
hurt my foot and I couldn't use it the
way should have. That was bad
enough, but my cook had turned me
down and went into the ring about
as sick as man could 60.
Jim split my lip in one of the early
rounds, and every time we came to-
gether he'd take his left glove and rub
ii backwards and forwards across that
lip as hard as he could, until it would
break out afresh and felt as big as a
leg. l didn't kick much, because there
wasn't any use, but it wasn't fai:
lighting at that. got lot Of other
misuse that the average fighter won't
stand for. but we'll let 1t 60. 49,.
There has been lot OF talk about
my weight. I've got one letter Wits
q few days that tells me I was we:ga-
ing ten pounds more than Corbett dfa.
That's about as idiotic as anything /
can think of. I went into that ring
weighing 1861 pounds, we'll under the
1niddleweight limit. and I've. fought
every fight ever had under that limit,
too. Corbett weighed 187 and those
weights can be proved any time.
Another paragraph in the letter re-
fer to says Corbett was a sick man.
That's foolish. too, or Jim told an un-
truth, for he acknowledged few days
after the battle, over his own sfgna-
ture. that he was IN fit condition &c
make the fight of his life.
I've had to tell these things, and
didn't want to. but I'm not going to let
any four flush 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
head and can see just as far through
brick wall as anyone else. Every time
I've had it handed to me, it has been
by a.friend, or somebody 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 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 t" do 1t always.
I'm saving few little incidents that
will look rather pretty in cold type,
and maybe I'll use them when the
time comes. Next week Pm going to
tell you about another dose of bad
medicine got from some friends down
in New Orleans, where they worked me
for $4,000 in cold cash the night
fought Tom Hall. :s9.'s=. -: - sa:1:
Coffin Turns Over in Grave.
Harrisburg. Pa. More than six years
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