Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-10-25
Special Correspondence of The Star.

Special Correspondence of The Star
NEW YORK, October 81, 1905.
Well. we'll. stop. look and listen at the
old pugilistic ghosts. Grips, fatties and
antique numbers that are trying to crowd
themselves out under the calcium since
kid Mccoy evl-eyed that big Stewart
Iummox to a defeat last week!
The grave hasn't been heard from yet,
but maybe that's in the cards to happen,
too. Perhaps the wraiths of Tom Say
ers and John c. Heenan and Yankee Sui
Ivan and John Morrissy and all the rest
of the long deceased pugs of the fitted
time will be sitting up in their cerements
and demanding another crack at each
other
Here. for instance is old man Sharkey,
T. Sharkey that used to be in the navy,
y'know-here's old man Sharkey, paunch-
cd like Falstaff and with four or nve
jalIy-like chins wagging as he conVerses;
coming right out. sassy as can De. aho
saving that bgee he thinks there's
fight or two or three in him yet, as long
as this Mccoy spider Says Sharkey) is
fzgigging around and demanding some
body to go forth and match MIN Win
amy -body-yiss. anny-body!
Maher and Fitz to the Front.
Here's old. old, bald-conked Peter
Naher. who's been sent to the rug for
the count by, OH practically everybody in
North America. and who used to look sur
prised and sort o. grieved If the fellow he
was fighting with didn't project him over
into Dopeville in the first round-here' S
that queer old man rising out Oh tne
swiring mist of his dead and-sone past
and yelling for more action and SAYING
that he's so strong these days that ne
afraid of himself and that he's 1es'
nachully got to fight somebody soon or
blow UP and burst hisself!
Here's that freckled, tottering old per
son R FitZsimmonS. who was shoelns
horses and kangaroos and Things down
in the Australian bush at the time Gen.
Jackson was engaged in winning the pat
tie of New OrleanS-whom we all thought
was chucking his great-grandchlidren
under the chin to pass away the Tune
catapultng out under the spotngnt anc
saving that, bloime, he's just as good
TO-DAY as he was the day he was born
and better and double-dog- daring any of
the cubs of today to ease along his way
and knock chip off his shoulder.
Gentleman Jim and Jack Monroe.
Here's Jim Corbett, the leadin' joovnal
with the deep lines on his map, who was
doing the trick back yonder in the days
when we thought we were just the clip
pfest things because we wore skin-tight
breeks-here's that old Corbett person
wedging into the panorama with mani
festo to the general essence that man $
as old as he feels. and IL he can't knock
the everlasting asphaltum out Of all or
these mush-spuds that are juggling around
trying 10 make believe they are fighters.
why he'll eat his Hsitts and swear ne
likes 'em.
Here's even that old mining PROPOSE
ton Jack Munroe. whom we all thought
was billionaring up yonder in Canada
with gilt mines and sich. and who, the
last time the present writer saw MIN,
looked to have Mr.. Taft backed of the
boards as a weight carrier-here's that
Monroe man bobbing up and yelping That
he's there for piece of heavyweight
battle with anybody on earth or IN the
waters beneath the earth. and inviting
'em all to jog along and have their
beams knocked off for money. marbles or
cAal-luk,
Human Freight Car, Too.
WHY. here's even Ed Dunkhorst. the
Human Freight Car who used to enter
the ring at something like $50 pounds
and then be made to look like two
ounces OF lard by everybody that took a
WALTON at him-here's that stupendous
oxide pushing his way out on to the
firing line and saying right out loud that
he's there hombreys, for any kind or
money that's offered. and just daring
somebody to put up a purse.
iust one old-timer of the game will do
in the way of chirkins all the rest of the
old mob up.
You'd really imagine. you know. TO
hear em. that Kid Mccoy HAD come
back.
But he hasn't come back. bunch Get
that HE HAS NOT returned. He is no
more the shifty. leopard-swift ring scoun-
drel that he used TO be than an ice wagon
IS like Vanderbilt cup winner. The
Kids just n whited sepulchre. sort O., or
his old self. He hasn't even got the
movements of the one-time Kid. You
rather have him called never has been
much of plodder along the path or
simple livers. AS matter of fact. the
Kids liver must be about the size of a
nice large. young jardiniere designed for
rubber plant for you know what this
nght-Ife thing does to lvers and all
such gear
The Kid Needs Money.
Well. the change hasn't been dribbing
the Kids way so freely as it used to. and
So he decided, while back. that he'd pick
m a little soft chicken feed by the simple
method of getting Harry Pollok the pu-
silistic manager. to select some softie for
him 10 whang around. Harry picked up
that big Stewart boob, and you know the
rest
Now this Stewart gink isn't any soft
mark at all for anybody's money. The
trouble with him is that he's got yell
low streak as wide as a brass bed. He
perhaps the strongest young wheip In
training. he has got punch In either
n!ltt, he's fast, he knows heap about