Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-11-06
MCFARLAND CALLS NELSON.
Packey Tells the Battler He Is Will
ing to Fight Him.


According to Bob Edgren Of the New
York Evening World the following hot
confab between Battling Nelson and
Packey Mcfarland took place in the
World office Wednesday afternoon:
Battling Nelson wandered into the Of
flee about ) O'Clock. Packey Mcfarland
was then on his way down from the MARI
borough. but we didn't mention that to
our friend Bat
The champion had just arranged HIM
self comfortably in a chair and begun
telling funny stories when the smiling
face of Packey Mcfarland suddenly APP
peared just above the horizon of the
sporting desk
The smile suddenly changed to hostile
scowl, and Packey's eyes fairly popped
out as he glued them upon his (perhaps)
coming meal ticket. Just as suddenly MIR.
Nelson's lamps assumed an icy CLINT. and
the temperature in the office in his vicin-
ity dropped several degrees.
Come in, Packey.' we remarked. This
is peace conference"
Neither Packey nor Bat looked very
peaceable. but we arranged two chairs
side by side for them and they sat down
gingery on the edges. Neither growled,
but both looked capable.
Go on with the story We remarked
to Bat
Well said Nelson. you see, the rea-
son why ] can't he knocked out is that
my heart beats so slow. It's so strong
that nothing can hurt it. see?"
Here Bat took sidelong glance at
Packey. who was listening with an as
| sumption of careless Indifference.
my heart only beats forty to the min
ute. The normal is seventy-five. When
fight hard through round and go to
my corner my heart is down to slow
beat in about ten seconds. When I
knocked out Britt in eighteen rounds at
Colma l jumped right out of the ring
after the fight and ran all the way back
TO my training quarters. When ! got
there my heart was only beating sixty
two. A doctor examined me and he
couldn't make it out In few minutes
it was down to about forty-1ve again. The
Nothing can affect my heart, and that's
why can't be hurt in fight. 1t isn't the
jaw
Huh" cut in Packey. you've got
something coming when you fight me.
You know ! knocked out Britt i'm five
rounds just after he beat you in twenty.
What was the matter with your heart
that night, huh?'
Nelson glared
You picked Britt out of the grave
he snorted. You go and fight some live
one and I'll think about giving you Il
match. Grave robber! Britt was a dead
one after he fought me. Look at my rec
ord and then yours"
''Sure--lOok. retOrteO fackeS. Nedry
beat you, didn't he? / beat Neary. Britt
beat you and beat Britt Jimmy wasn't
too dead to lick you. III trim you. too.
Bat. You've got to fight me. Look at my
record. never lost a fight in my life.
That's more than you can say
Go get rep" snarled Bat you've
only licked a lot of mummies. Go and
put Cans out and I'll think about fight
ing you. A champion doesn't have to
fight every unknown. does he? I wouldn't
get any money. fighting you. Moneys
what I'm after
Money exclaimed the Chicago scrap
per. Money! I'll fight you winner take
all-that's what I'll do--winner take all
How does that suit your
Huh" snorted the Dane. you lick
Cans and I'll be- may beat the ring
side with the articles. You can sign up
before you get out of the ring if you
knock Cans out. But you got to lick
Cans"
THAT SOP" said Packey. changing his
tactics. "Well, if they're all dead ones I
suppose Id better get my life insured
when I fight you. Are you insured, BATE
81 am insured for $4,000" said Bat.
Pm a business man. / guess I'm worth
about $25o.OOo. When get my new book
out I'll double it. l amt no literary gent
and l write in short words, but | got d
great book. I'm busy writing 1t now.
It's about all the men I've whipped
~ think I'll write book with you in
it after we fight put in Mcfarland,
| musingly.
Here the conference broke up without a
scrap. and the Office boys, doorkeepers.
reporters and camp followers dispersed.