, 1908-02-24
ALB BOUT
What the Prize Fighter Said
and What the Reporter
Said He Said

Things don't sound the same, some
how, in printed interviews. l can't
recognize my way of talking in any
of these interviews with me that are
printed."-Uncle Joe Cannon.
Here is the way the interview with
Hotwallop the prize fighter looks when
1t gets into type, says the New York
News:
We'll, I feel very certain that l
shall succeed in administering a quick
defeat to my antagonist tomorrow
night. Understand, / have the high
est regard for him as a man and as
a sportsman, but l really believe that
[ am the better man, and l shall make
every effort to convince my friends
Of this.
Il am in as perfect condition as a
mar can attain who trains long and
conscientiously, and l shall not have
the slightest difficulty in making the
weight.
Il am perfectly willing to grant that
Mr.. Swiftjolt is an excellent pugilist,
but 1 cannot conceal the fact that be-
lieve myself to be possessed OF con-
siderably more steam than he, and
feel, too, that the fight will not be
a protracted one. In truth, / shall
be more than amazed II the contest
endures longer than four rounds.
II have developed several new meth.
DDS of attack, all Of which I shall
employ In case the necessity arises,
md I fhIn1y fhok INV nno If than
should enable me to earn the victory
from Mr.. Swiftjolt, who has always
exhibited a certain Partially toward
the old-fashioned methods of pugilism.
You may announce to my friends with
the greatest ~positiveness, that
etc.
The things which Hotwallop actu'
ally said, though, out Of the s%ou'-sou'-
eastern corner of his map were about
as follows:
"Swif jolt, hey? Say, put away dis
gable about slssages-put it away in
a box, tsee? He couldn't lick a NUT
ton stew wit a set O. %ninepins.
IT'S n punch in de lunch fr dat
gum an he'll be a-listenin' t de bod,
les! He couldn't hit me little. sis,
ter wit a clo'es-pole, an wot chanel
has he got wit me, hey-wot chanel?
Strip me off dat-wot chanel, hey?
He's a rummy t stan up an let me
poke at him. I'm goin' t. take a book
into de ring t read vile I'm trimmin'
him-I like t keep M lid entertained
wen I'm up ag'in dis soft stuff.
"Wot, train FIR dat piece o tripe?
Tsay, all l need FIR dat kind is a hair.
cut an hat a hours sleep. He's goin'
t play FIR my kitchen, is he? Why,
tsay, he'll never git near enough t
me t trun me a chew O. fire cut.
Sure, I'm goin' t stake de fat nuts
dat dig up DER kate t see de mix a
sprint FIR DER cash, IA I'm dere, DO,
long enough t give de movin' picter
guys a chanct t do some %snappin', but
it'll just be kiddin' an foolin' 'roun'
FIR me-, an l wish / could get some.
body t. sit up wit me in de ring an
play pinocle VILE I'm putin dat
smudge away.
Hes goin' t come troo wit dem
pokes fr me pantry, hey? Tsay. were
does he t'ink l keeps me wicks? In
me feet?
"W'y, de las time l fit dat mug !
could "a wound me watch an den "a
writ a letter home vile he was t'inkin
over wedder he'd slip me a right
swing or II short-arm jolt, an I come
lear yawnin' me conk off a-waitin' Fl
him t make up his mind. Tsay, I'd
rather stan benin two hunnered
skoits at a box office dan t. wait fl
dat firkin O grease t make up his
nut wot he's goin' t. do in a mix.
Have l got any new coives t
spring on him? Wot f'r? Hey? Wot
de use O. runnin' after a street car
after you've caught it, hey? New
stuff FIR dat piece O. scrapple?
ivy, I'll spank him on de teet' wit
de back of me glove, an if dat don't
git me nuthin' I'll git a megaphone an
talk real hash t. him from de odder
side O. de stage. Him dere wit de
punch, hey? Tsay, he couldn't hit a
Belgian hare wit a shovel hard enough
t make de big-eared bug look up from
de cabbage leaves.
Him dere wit a fast new shift
hey? He couldn't shift a hickory nut
from one jowl t de odder between now
an next Decoration day.
Did he stake me t some slams in
u las fight? Not if l knowed it. II
he did I was too busy countin' dc
house at de time.
1.-TWO or tree times / felt some'tin