The Evening statesman. [volume] (Walla Walla, Wash.) 1903-1910, 1907-02-15

! secretary" called upon President
Roosevelt recently.
Mr. Roosevelt chatted pleasantly
with the peculiar acting little slug
| ger for a space, and then by certain
manifestations of restlessness lndl-
Gated that that would be about all
Terry took the hint.
! In leaving he gave uttcance to an
expression which somehow or other
nearly all pugilists employ when they
I pay a visit to the president of the
United States.
| We'll, president" said McGovern,
as he backed out, IF there's anything
! 1 can do for you. why. l live in Brook
| Ign. you know. and I'm there to give
you lift any time you tip me Off"
The mighty John L. in the progress
/ of his checkered career, told five pres
announcements which clearly showed
the catholicity of Johns political ideas
! for these five presidents were both re-
publicans and democrats.
/ Mr.. Arthur was the first president
John l.. ever called upon. The world
was ringing with the fame of the Bos-
/ ton boy at that time, for he was still
/ fresh from his triumph over Paddy
| Ryan, and was just beginning his ca
reer of triumphs. John was exhibit
manager, dropped in at the White
House to "mitt" Mr.. Arthur, the court
Hest of modern American presidents.
Sullivan forgot to remove his eXpan-
sive plug hat as he entered the east
room, and his manager, with a deft
| rear movement took ii off for John
Sullivan didn't like that.
How's Things, Boss.
Hey. cut that he growled. indig-
nantly. THE boss wouldn't mind see
ing me in me lid"
"HOw's things, boss" John l.. greet
| ed Mr.. Arthur when the suave and
handsome president stepped into the
east room. You know who l am
| from the pitchers. don't you? I'm yours
! truly, John L." and he held out his
hand of might
! i should have known you even had
I you not been announced. Mr.. Sullivan.
gracefully replied President Arthur
taking the mans proffered hand. John
! l.. gave the presidents hand a bone
/ crushing squeeze. but Mr.. Arthur was
too game a man to vince.
The pugilst remained only Il short
time and when he prepared to leave
said in an offhand way:
| We'll, l just dropped in, Gov. Come
down and have 4 peek at me show il
! YOU git time. Me manager here'i!
stake You to a box. l punch up Il
! might get some points. Well, so long.
and he held out his hand again. Any
; time you need me. boss. you can find
ont where me show is by buyin' Il
copy of tn Clipper an lookin' over the
road list. I voted for Hancock. but I'm
Wit you all right boss. an I'm yours
truly" and John L. backed out from
his first audience with a president.
There With Helping Hand.
John l.. has told all of the presi-
dents since Mr.. Arthur's time. and told
some of tnem several times, that he'd
be there with the helping hand any
time they summoned him.
Some of the renowned pugilists Wis
iting the White House have appeared
to be at a loss as to just how to ad-
dress the president. Charley Mitchell,
the English fighter. called upon Mr..
Cleveland during the latter's second
| incumbency. and the best stab he
could make at addressing the presi-
| dent was to call him Your 'ighness."
! James J. Corbett. who in his salad
| days plumed himself upon his ease of
! manner in meeting up with all sorts
! Of renowned persons. employed your
! eXcellency" title in addressing the
| first president he ever met MI. Cleye-
| land.
| Il am honored to meet you, your eX-
! cellency." he said. with a finely re-
hearsed formality. when Mr.. Cleveland
received him.
; Glad to see you. Jim responded
| the president With eyes atwinkle. and
| Corbett wilted a bit. He didn't edge
! in the your eXcellency" thing after
! that but addressed the chief execu-
| tive as Mr.. Cleveland or Mr.. President
! Peter Maher. the eminent big man of
| Philadelphia. and the only heavy
weight in American pugilistic history
who in his day was licked in a punch
] by every other heavy weight on earth
! called upon Mr.. Mckinley one day. dur
; ing the latters first incumbency.
"Cap'n,' said Peter. holding out the
massive right. Dim PLACED to meet VI
Wit yeez.'
Not cap ain. Mr. Maher." whispered
; Private Secretary Cortelyou, in the
| big pug's ear. Mr.. Mckinley has left
the army. you know"
The divvie he has-isn't he shtill TIL
commander in Chafe?" retorted Maher
with unexpected Quickness.
Captain is good enough for me-
amiably put in Mr.. Mckinley. clearing
the situation. But you might give me