Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-02-27

Now, about some of those things that happened at Carson City. When I'd got Jim where wanted him, and had put him down, was back towards my corner. There were 20 men hanging on to my hands, congratulatirg me, and then Corbett rushed over. While I had my hands locked he punched me twice in the face. I 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"
 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 a lot of bluff about 1t being death to the first man over the ropes, but I didn't see anyone try to make good. As soon <as the crowd started forward again. felt something cold against my left cheek and voice 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 A resting on my shoulder. Behind it was Wyatt Earp, 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"
 I 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 t and went off. He's nervy man. is Earg.
 That's only part of what I was going to say They've all called Corbett g fair fighter. I'll leave it to you folks who read this. I got it bad from the jump. l wasn't in shape to begin with. Sparring with Ernest Roeber be- fore the fight, he showed out his elbow and 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 1t. I'd hurt my foot and couldn't use it the way I should have. That was bad enough, but my cook had turned me down and went into the ring about as sick as 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 ruD it backwards and forwards across that lip as hard as he could, until it would break out afresh and felt as big as a leg. didn't kick much, because there wasn't any use, but it wasn't fair fighting at that. I got lot or other misuse that the average fighter won stand for, but we'll let 1t go.
 There has been lot of talk about my weight. I've got one letter within a few days that tells me was weigh ing ten pounds more than Corbett did. Tnat', about as idiotic as anything can think of. I went into that ring weighing 1561s pounds, we'll under the middieweight limit, and I've fought every fight I ever had under that limit. too Corbett weighed 1S7, and those weights can be proved any time.
 Another paragraph in the letter re- fer 10 says Corbett was 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 didn't want to, but I'm not going to iet any four-fush come up and tell me Pm out of order. I've been trimmed several times. and I 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 a friend. and every time I've found out all about it, and whole lot more than I've talked about. I've been worked fer a good thing and easy mark. and because I'm not revengesul 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 n,avba I'll uee 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