The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1907-01-21
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formallty when Mr.. Cleveland received

/ Formally when Mr.. Cleveland received
! him.
Glad to see you, jim" responded the
President, with eyes a-twinke, and Cor
bett wilted a bit. lie didn't edge in the
Your Excellency" thing after that, but
Cleveland or Mister President.
! Peter Maher, the eminent big man of
Philadelphia and the only heavyweight
in American pugilistc history who, in
his day, was licked in a punch by every
other heavyweight on earth, called upon
Mr.. Mckinley one day during the latteKs
first lncumbency.
"Capn said Peter. holding out the
massive right that never succeeded in
landing on anybody except dub sparrng
partners, "Ofm PLACED e. meet up wit
yeez."
mot Captain, Mr. Maher,' whispered
Private Secretary Cortelyou in the big
army. you know"
"Th dvile he has-isn't he shtill TIL
Commander h-chafe?" retorted Maher,
with unexpected qulckness.
Captain is good enough for me-" ami
ably put In Mr.. Mckinley, clearing the
situation. But you might give me my
brevet rank, Major"
Thereafter, for the remainder of the
interview, Maher addressed Mr.. Mckinley
as MAZE" and everything was all right.
Tom Sharlley was a pretty raw one and
not long out of the United States naval
service when he was dragged to the
White House by his main plugger and
press agent to call upon President Me
Kinley. The President received the bloclly
1rishman most cordially.
''T believe I have heard that you served
your country as a sailor?" said Mr..
Mckinley, to put the pug at his ease
"Ol was masther-at-arms whin OF got
IL n1.,.f. lsatn ,ut~s
But a master-at-arms in our sea SER
vice Is a sailor, Isn't hep ventured the
President
'TTe may be all of thot, sorr" replied
the stolid Shareky, without cracking a
smile, "but dvvle rope do OF know.
I'm no sailor"
HE has a full rugged ship tattooed on
his chest said Sharkey's boomer to the
President.
'Well," said Mr.. Mckinley to the press
agent, smiling, Couldn't he learn the
necessary ropes from that?"
Fat Man Visits Cleveland.
Ed Dunkhorst OF Buffalo called the
Human Freight Car, and the most
unimagnably fat of all perennially slug
ged pugillsts, called upon Mr.. Cleve-
land at a time when the President was
trying out German medical mans sys-
tenn of reducing the flesh. The Presi-
dent and the pugilist were about of
girth, and Mr.. Cleveland commented up
on that fact as soon as Dunkhorst had
taken his numbering departure.
Does that fellow fight at that weight"
he inquired Of the head usher of the
White House
Yes, sir" was the reply.
well, then, | guess I go on fish
ing at mine," said Mr. Cleveland grimly.
and he Immediately ceased addressing
himself to the German medical mans
system for weight reducing. Mr.. Cleve-
land was at that time being savagey at
tackled by his own party for his attitude
toward certain democratic measures, and
he was lighting back. The head usher
neglected to inform Mr. Cleveland that
the Human Freight Car" infallibly got
licked Eat that weight"
During Mr.. Roosevelt's first term F'itz-
simmons call 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 oc-
casion put on the gloves with the Cornish
man. Mr. Roosevelt himself disposed of
that story when plainly asked about 1t by
a Washington correspondent
81 like big game" he said, but not
quite so big that. If I were to put on
the gloves with Fitz he would be under
the necessity of pretending that he was
boxing, or, If / urged him to let him
self out, he might knock my head off. l
don't like to see man pretend to do
anything, and l don't want to have my
head knocked off"
The last time Jeffries was in Washing
ton he called upon Mr.. Roosevelt. The
boilermaker was hog fat at the time, and
the President promptly commented upon
his apparent lack of condition.
IT should think you'd enjoy keeping
trig and fit Mr.. Roosevelt said to the
big stolld chap. ''Wouldn't a moderate
amount of horseback riding and the med
icine BALI and ten-mie daily trudge.
say. and about an hours boxing a day.
keep you about right in weight? I'd be
as big as all outdoors myself If | didn't
exercise constantly and fight Increasing
flesh"
jeff grinned.
eff You ever had to train for a fight.
sir" he replied you might feel so sore
over the gruelng work of it that when
you had the chance to chuck training you
wouldn't care II you got as big as
Percheron horse That's the way / feel
about 1t. I'm getting even for all the
hard training I've had to do.
Which seemed to settle it, for Mr..
Roosevelt had no more to say that time
on the subject of keeping fit.