The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-12-16

ous-er-Mr Rresldent' ~ the oearest We
shipI' said mitchell sdasively to secretary
THANK you. Mr.. Mitchell, very much
indeed,' promptly REF lied the Secretary,
'c .su l a 2o1 mot So . aord. s!tS:s; yN S mcneil
Not an honor aid the Secretary. Il
am Mister Secretary and this IL Mr.. Presi-
dent" nodding In the direction OF tho
amused President, -or plain Mister Cleve-
IN lthe circumstances" -
-Blime me. now, what dye think o
thati" muttered the confused Mitchell
when he got outside with his companions
after the audience. -Th' Guv'nor Of .
War Minister, an tn both Of them keen TO
be plain misters."
James J. Corbett, who, In his salad days.
rather phlmed himself ron his ease OF
n In meeting up with all sorts Of
renowned persons, employed the Your
E~xcellency' title In addressing the first
President he ever met, Mr.. Cleveland.
i am honored to meet you, FOUR Elk
ceilencv," he said with q finely rchearsed
formality when Mr.. Cleveland received him.
President, with eyes a-twinkle. and Cortett
vilted a bit. He didn't edge In the Your
Ex~cellency' thing after that, but addressed
the chief magistrate as Mister Cleveland
| or MLEuSf FTtHIuGGJ.
Peter Maher, the eminent big man OF
Phila1 elphia and the only heavyweight In
American pugilistio history who, In his
day, was licked In a punch by every other
heavyweight on earth, called uron Mr..
Mckinley one day during the latter's frst
-Cap'n,' said Peter. holding out the mas
slve right that never succeeded in landing
on anybody except dub sparring partners,
@Oi'm PLAYED c meet up wit yecz.'
aN@k T.NksA NJ. hAkan -uks~aA,.l
Private Secretary Cortelvou in the big pug's
ear. Mr.. Mckinley has left the army. you
.Th' divvie he has-isn't he sbtilf, tn
Communicating afep' retorted Maber.
with unexpected quickness.
Captain is good enough for me. amiably
put in Mr.. Mckinley. clearing the situation.
Major
interview, Maher addressed Mr.. Mckinley
as -Maie," and everything was all right.
Tom Sharkey was a pretty raw n and
not long out OF the Cnited States naval
service when ne was dragged 10 the White
House by his main plugser and press agent
President received the blocky freshman
most cordially.
II believe / nave heard that you served
your country as a saIorp' aid Mr.. Mckin-
ley, to put the pug at his ease.
sOi was a masther-st-arms whin Oh got
me discharge, SOFT" corrected Sharkey.
But a master-Rt-arms In our sea service
il a sailor, isn't her" ventured the President.
He may be all o. thot, sorr.' replied the
stolid Sharkey, without cracking q smile,
-but divvle a rope do Oi know. I'm no
sailor"
sHe has a full rugged ship tattooed on his
chest" said Sharkey's boomer TO the Presi-
well" said Mr.. Mckinley to the press
I aRanf anilin0 sCOtlldn'I ha learn the nacpR-
sary ropes ron thstr"
Ed Dunkhorst of Buffalo. called the
Human Freight Car" and the most un-
imaginably fat Of all p~erennially slugged
time when the President was trying out q
German medical mans system of reducing
the flesh. The President and the pugilist
we're about Of a girth, and Mr.. Cleveland
commented upon that fact as soon as Dunk
horst had taken his numbering departure.
Does thar fellow fight at that weightp'
he inquired Of the head usher OF the White
House.
.Yee, sir was the reply.
We'll, then guess can go on lighting
he Immediately ceased addressing himself
to the German medical mans system for
weight reducing. Mr.. Cleveland was at that
time being savagely attacked by his wi
cratic measures, and he was fighting back.
The lead usher neglected to inform Mr..
! Cleveland that the Human Freight Car in
fallibly got licked at that weight
During Mr.. Roosevelts first term Fits-
simmons called upon him several times,
but there was never any truth in the yarns
that gained currency throughout the coun-
try that Mr.. Roosevelt had on one occasion
put on the gloves with the Cornishman.
Mr.. Roosevelt himself disposed Of that story
when plainly asked about IL by a Washing
ton correspondent.
-IIlke big game, he said, but not quite
SO big as that. II l were to put on the
gloves with Fitz he would be under the
necessity of pretending that he was boxing.
or, II l urged him to let himself out, he
might knock my head Of. I don't like to
see a man pretend to do anything, and I
The last time Jeffries was in Washington
he called upon Mr.. Roosevelt. The boiler
maker was hog fat at the time, and the
President promptly commented upon his
apparent lack Of condition.
Il should think you'd enjoy keeping trig
INC fit" Mr.. Roosevelt said to the big,
stolid chap. Wouldn't a moderate amount
OF horseback riding and the medicine ball
and a ten mile daily trudge, say, and about
an hours boxing a day keep you about
right in we'ghtS I'd be a. big as all out
doors myself II 1 didn't exercise constantly
and fight increasing flesh"
Jeff grinned.
IF YOU ever had to train for a fight, sir,
he replied, You might feel so sore over the
gruelling work of 1t that when you had
the chance to chuck training you wouldn't
care II you got as big as a Percheron horse.
That's the way / feel about IL. I'm getting
even for all the hard training I've had to
do
Which seemed to settle it, for Mr.. Roose-
welt had no more to say that time on the
subject OF keeping ft.
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