The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1908-03-15
HONE LOVING PRIZE FIGHTERS
MANY RING EXPERTS ENJOY
CHE SIMPLE LIFE.

times have good homes and try TO live as
respectable citizens. James J, Jefries, for
instance, has two hne residences at Los
Angeles--one a city house furnished ex-
psnsively and In excellent style, and the
other a country home surrounded by a
large farm In the most picturesque part
II California. The last time Jehries visited
this city no was touring the country as the
star In the old Western drama 'Davy
Crookstt.' -
This theatrical life makes me tired
aad the husky boilermaker TO several
friends. 'I'm going to quit it as soon as
my contract Is up and go back on the farm
Let Sullivan, Corbett and the other fellow
have the footlights, but no more OF II Tor me
1 don't like the life, itis not naturall Give
me 4 gun and q couple Of good dogs out IN
the mountains Of California! Then I'm
hvingl'
'But. jim, ''interposed one Of his friends,
you are getting the money and you're a
good drawing card, Make hay while the
sun shines. my boy
NO, not for me, old chap was the quick
response. Il would rather go out and
work on a farm In the West for a small
salary than be an actor with big money
and no sunshine. no good open air and no
sport with the dogs. This business I'm in
now Is all a iakel I'm going to get OUT
And Jehries made good HE word, toras
soon. "a his theatrical contract expired he
left the stage. and nobody has ever been
able to COAX him back since. Jefries was
always a lover Of the open country. The
white lights Of a big metropolis never had
attractions for him. He preferred a seat
under the old apple tree, where he could
talk dogs and hunting with several cronies'
That is why the big fellow has settled down
to live quietly and keep away from the
prize ring in which he became famous and
earned a fortune.
John l.. Sullivan Is just the reverse.
He likes the bright lights. the excitement.
the admiration bestowed upon him by
big crowds while the hand plays See.
the Conquering Hero Comes Ever since
Sullivan left his parents' modest home in
South Boston more than twenty-five years
ago he has always lived in hotels whore he
has been in close touch with the world,
He has never been domestic in his mode
OF living. although just now he says he is
planning to end his days on some we'll
stocked farm up in New England.
Shortly after Sullivan defeated Jake
Eilrain he was stopping at the old Stevens
House on lower Broadway. He had A
room which afforded an excellent view Of
the Battery. but John l. seldom cared tn
sleep there, for his old friend Jack Cusack
kept a place a few doors below, whore Sui
Ivan remained until everybody else had
gone to bed about daylight. Then he took
Ctisaok's bulldog Paddy, and together they
turned in on one OF the billiard tables in
tho rear OF the saloon. AZ Sullivan was
afraid Of rats he never could sleep at Gu.
sacks without the bulldog, As soon as the
Turkish bath across tho street opened up
for business Sullivan was the first customer.
There il was that he used to sleep. Then
at 4 O O'Clock In the afternoon John l.. usually
r~eappeAred in the saloon.
For two years Sullivan lived in this way
without p letup, yet he always looked to DO
in splendid health. For twenty years, in
fact, he led a life that would have put the
average mai in his grave in a quarter OF
that time. But to-day Sullivan IL a dif-
1erent man. He still enjoys hotel life, but
he has cut out all intoXicants. He owns a
sumptuous home in Boston. which Is in His
sisters name, but he does not spend more
than two weeks in each year under its roof,
He ia constantly on the road with a theatri-
cal company and is trying TO recover the
fortune he souandered.
James J. Corbett is also fond Of the glitter
OF 1.-THE footlights. His ambition is to become
a great actor one Of these fine days, when
he will be able TO take rank with Booth,
Barrett, Irving. Mccullough and other
famous men Of the stage now dead and
gone. But Corbett, in spite Of the fattery
he receives from in front Of the footlights,
does not forget his home. He owns a hand
.ome villa Mt Bayside, l.. l., where he spends
the hummer with his wife and enjoys him
salf in a quiet, unostentatious manner.
Anybody roaming through New Jerseys
backwoods who comes across o long, lean,
~haldheaded man covered with big red
freckles, washing dishes, cleaning house or
chonning wood, can address him as Bob
HNNLAlIIHOIlna III Nv ~ NAAAAAAA bAAAF
Inc nndisputed champion heavyweight
nI9ilist Of the world, recently left the stage
for the simple, domestic life on a farm.
Fitzaimmons has been married three times,
an that he knows something about home
life. His first wife divorced him and mar
RED Martin Julian, one Of his former man
aRer0. His second wife was Julian's sister.
Rose, who died suddenly at Bath Beach.
His present wife was Julia May Clifford. a
E..is so,,hvntta whom hp maTTtad ahnut
three wears ago. Bob and Julia went on
The road in "A Fight for Love and accord
inR 20 the freck!ed fighter they came near
walking home. So hey decided to settle
down 10 housekeeping. Fitz himself Is a
pretty fair cook. He prides himself Of such
diahes as roast beef and Yorkshire pud-
ding, pig's head and cabbage, boiled leg Of
mutton with caper sauce, fried chicken and
Welsh rabbit.
Jim Mace, the oldest living eN-bhampioo
pugilist OF the world. is a very domest
man. In April he will he : years old and
has numerous children 10, look after. He
has always !od c simple and clean life,
He has a son by his first wife who Is a travel
ling preacher. Mace tells with q twinkle
in his eve how his son was preaching the
Gospelon one floor Of a building at Brighton,
England. while he was giving a boxing
show overhead. Mace is a firm believer
in home food and comforts, He IL still
showing about the English music halls in a
boNipg sketch.
Jack McAuline is naturally a domestic
fellow. For years he has kept his aged
mother in a comfortable home at blth
Beach, where he has also helped to raise a
Younger sister and other relatives. Jack
would rather eat one OF his mothers old
fashioned meals than q swell dinner at
Delmonico's, ard McAulife, mind you,