The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1907-12-01
JIMMIE BRITT
FAILS To DRAW
His Show at the Opera House
Meets With a Severe
Frost.

Jimmie Britt met the champion
lightweight house last night. AS to
which was the worst, the show or the
house, the referee declared it a draw.
OF course Jimmie wasn't responsible
for the house, but he was for the
Torrance was the best part of it, His
performance at the beginning and the
end were separated by some long waits
an illustrated song that ought never to
have been either illustrated or sung,
and some moving pictures which, if
they had moved twice as fast and
twice as long, would never have got
anywhere.
For the last act Britt came on the
stage in a gymnasium suit, of which
the most striking feature was the red
pants. He was supposed to give an
illustration of four miles of road work.
but all but the last yard or two was
done before the curtain went up. Then
he skipped the rope, and certainly no.
body could ask for better rope skip-
ping. The dexterity displayed went as
far as that sort of thing could to re-
with the dumb bells, and then he and
Kid Heitmuller put on the gloves for
four rounds.
These were interesting. Jimmie's
quickness on his feet, his nimbleness,
worth seeing. Heitmuller was clever
and capable and helped make the four
rounds interesting as an athletic exhi-
bition.
Mique Fisher opened the proceeding
with a brilliant bon mot. Ladies and
gentlemen" he said, IF there are any
more of you under the seats, 1 wish
you would come out" If there We're
any ladies under the seats, they re-
manned there, for none responded to
the invitation.
Just at this instant James Edward
Britt advanced from the wing, and
Mr.. Fisher, master of ceremonies for
the evening, announced him.
Britt was in evening dress. white
waistcoat a gold fob hanging from
the right-hand pocket He wore white
he began, Il don't pretend to be an
or a, professional racon-
teur But at that I'll try TO amuse
you w I'm tlldI he DeSdn 10 tdh6 OH
his white kids, finally folding them
and putting them in the out {
side pocket on the upper left side with /
which his swallow-tailed coat is pro-
vided.
.'One of the questions that is oftenest /
asked me-" he continued, lis how I
came to choose the pugilistic profess
sion. The neighborhood in which / was
brought up had as much to do with
t as anything. Where 1 lived a boy
lad TO fight or stay in the house, and /
was very fond of outdoor exercise.
n that neIghborhood there were two
amilies,A the O'Learys and the Britts, II
between whom there was always a
eud. But there was four O'Learys
nd only two Britts. The two Britts
ould generally take care of three
p'Learys. but if four of the O'Learys
aught wan of the Britts alone, il
would be a shame to tell you what
hey did to him. And If the two
sritts got wan of the O'Learys alone,
veil that was also a shame. But
fter all the Britts and the O'Learys
rev up to be pretty good friends;
Il but Mrs. O'Leary. She never for
ot the old feud
II was training for one Of my bat
les over in Alameda--in fact. I have
rained for most of them there-and
got to be pretty well known over
here. One day I was out on the road
long the street car line with Conk-
n. who was not as we'll known then
$ he has become since. He lowered
bove me as we trotted along to-
ether. An Irish woman on the car
sked the conductor who thin
lots were. Why, that's Jimmie
rift. the pugilist.' he replied. Sure
e is a big lad. that she said, think
9 that Conklin was the man the con-