Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1906-05-26

carp, he wilted, and didn't have the
nerve to stay and face the music.
I've got a whole lot more of that
same kind of talk tucked away in my
| head, and it's at anybodys disposal,
| that wants to drag it out I'm not
looking for trouble, but l am looking
| for a square deal, and / think know
how to get it.
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, 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. l couldn't have got away
il I'd wanted to. In desperation l
showed my face out and said to him:
go on and punch. You can't hurt
me anyway
Then Jim's seconds got him away
and the crowd commenced to push up.
There wasn't policeman or 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
lot of bluff about it being death to
the first man over the ropes, but l
didn't see anyone try to make good. AS
| soon as the crowd started forward
again, l felt something cold against my
i left cheek and voice said:
Cali right, Fitz. Don't one of you
! boys move or I'll drill you. Back
+ there!"
! | looked down, and there was the
/ blue barrel of a "A resting on my
shoulder. Behind it was Wyatt carp,
and when he met my eye he said:
Don't worry, Fitz. did you 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"
told him to take that gun away,
that I 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 a nervy man, is
carp.
That's only part of what was
going to- say. They've all called Corbett
fair fighter I'll leave it to you folks
who read this. l 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 l caught it with my forearm. The
arm swelled up to twice its size and
wasn't so much use. I'd caught cold.
III oh
| hurt my foot and l couldn't use it the
way I should have. That was bad
enough but my cook had turned me
dovN and l went into the ring about
as sick as a man could go.
] 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
! leg. l didn't kick much, because there
wasn't any use, but it wasn't fair
| fighting at that I got a lot of other
misuse that the average fighter won't
stand for, but we'll let it go.
There has been a lot of talk about
my weight. I've got one letter within
! a few days that tells me l was weigh
! ing ten pounds more than COrbett did.
That's about as idiOtic as anything |
can think of. l went into that ring
weighing 1862 pounds, we'll under the
middleweight 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 | 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 sigma
ture. that he was in fit condition to
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-fush come up and tell me
Pm out Of order. I've been trimmed
several times. and l 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 friend, or somebody thought was
friend, and every time I've found out
| all about it, and a 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 got from some friends down
in New Orleans, where they worked me
for $4,000 in cold cash the night |
! fought Tom Hall.
Coffin Turns Over in Grave
Harrisburg, Pa.-More than six years
after the death of john D. Scott, once
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