The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-03-09


sullivan hoes not like to throw
bouquets at himself, but when | drove
him TO the ropes with a volley of ques-
lions. the veteran momentarily lowered
his guard and cut loose some verbal
labs at certain fellows who are trying
TO occupy the championship pedestal
today.
There's Tommy Burns" said the ex~
champion. Hes a better man tina he
is given credit for, but where is his
license to the championship? He may
be one of the best men in his class,
but. as / said before, there are no heavy
weight fighters nowadays. Then just
consider for a moment the proposition
Burns makes for a fight with Johnson.
He wants $4,000. win, lose or draw.
Did you ever hear of such terms be-
fore?
.There's a whole lot of talk about
Johnson, and why doesn't Burns meet
him? The terms that Burns dictates
are ridiculous, but | would not have
blamed him il he had declined outright
to meet the darkey.
"NYhy should a white man get into
tltt StI1N LIS Will q 1i'6A0 =
fought a negro in my life. not because
there was anything on two feet that 1
was afraid of. but for the simple rea-
son tina would not put myself on an
equality with a black man"
sullivan Liked Poor Dixon.
Though Sullivan always drew the
color line, so far as his own fighting
was concerned, lie did not carry this
feeling OF luminosity outside. He al
ways had d heap of respect for little
George Dixon, whom he gave a helping
hand many a time.
Poor. little Dixon." unused the vet
Gran. "Thcy erected a monument for
him after ne was dead, but they never
helped him out when he was alive"
Speaking of his own career, Sullivan
declared that the hardest fight in his
hfk was that with Kilrain, at Richburg.
MIS-, nineteen years age Kilrain's
secalds threw up the ong after the
seventy-ffth round.
Nature Reat Sullivan.
How did / come to lose to Corbett?
We'll. it was nature, not Corbett that
beat me. Corbett hit me a million
times. but never left a mark on me.
But l was getting old. Corbett was
full of youthful vigor. The pace | had
sci began to tell upon me.
In the twenty-first round | went
down. No, it wasn't a knockout. l
knew all hat was going on. /
knew that as they counted the econds
the championship was slipping from me
to the man standing over me.
"But my power would not respond to
my call. I was weary. My legs gave
way. The game was up. The world
was at last to know that old John Sulli-
van had met that which had been un-
known to him b~efore-defeat.
Sidestep the Brew.
EfYes, it was nature that beat me
You know how it is. When a fellow Is
striving to forge ahead he is satisfied
with solid food. When he's reached the
ton he has to have a few birds and
bottles to appease his appetite. Let
Others benefit by my lesson. IL o
want to reach the top and stay there
keep away from the brew"
Old John l.. has passed the forty
ninth year post of his life. His hair
has turned almost snowy white, and he
now tips the scale at go pounds, ninety
pounds over fighting weight, but his
eyes can still flash fire and when he
shakes your hand with that gnarled
first of his. why Just take care that he
doesn't crunch it.
Made More Than II Million.
Sullivan has Travelled in almost every
country of the two hemispheres, and
during his fighting career won more
than a million dollars in stakes and side
bets, but all he has left in enough TO
keep him for a rainy day and a repd-
tation as a good fellow"
'I'ye been the world ver and spent
o million, but after having seen all I've
wanted to see and had all " cared to
have. let me tell you. there's nothing in
it. I've been a rolling stone, having
neither home nor family, but il / ever
settle down for keeps it viii be in the
very place where / first saw the light
Of day. in old Boston, ending just
here ] started out. That's generally
the way OF men and things"