Sharp County record., 1908-01-24
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What the Frize Fighter Said
and What the Reporter
Said he Said


Things don't sound the same, some
how, in printed interviews. | cant
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
it gets into type, says the New York
News:
"Well | feel very certain that
shall succeed in administering a quick
defeat to my antagonist tomorrow
night. Understand, I have the high
est regard for him as a man and as
a sportsman, but | really believe that
| am the better man, and | shall make
every effort to convince my friends
of this.
II am in as perfect condition as a
man can attain who trains long and
conscientiously, and I shall not have
the slightest difficulty in making the
weight.
81 am perfectly willing to grant that
Mr.. Swiftjolt is an excellent pugilist,
but 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
q protracted one, In truth | shall
be more than amazed If the contest
ondures longer than four rounds.
81 have developed several new meth
DDS of attack, all of which / shall
employ in case the necessity arises,
and I think that any one Of them
should enable me to earn the victory
from Mr. Swiftjolt, who has always
exhibited a certain partiality toward
the oldfashioned methods Of pugilism.
Yosl may announce to my friends with
the greatest positiveness, that"
etc.
The things which Hotwallop actu
ally said, though, out Of the sou-sou'-
eastern corner Of his map were about
as follows:
"Swif jolt, hey? Say, put away dis
gable about sissages-put It away in
a box, tsee? He couldn't lick q NUT.
ton stew wit set O ninepins.
"It's one punch in de lunch f'r dat
gum an he'll be a-listenin' t do bod
les! He couldn't hit me little sis-
ter wit cloes.polo, an wot chanel
has he got wit me, hey-wot chanct?
strip me off dat--wot chanct, 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 like t keep me lid entertained
wen I'm up agin dis soft stuff
"Wot, train fr dat piece tripe?
Tsay, all | need f'r dat kind Is hair.
cut an haf a hours sleep, He's goin'
play Pr my kitchen, Is he? Why,
tsay, he'll never git near enough t
mo t. trun me q chew O fine cut.
Sure, I'm goin' { stake de fat nuts
dat dig up delr kate t see de mix q
sprint f'r deir cash. an I'm dere, bo
long enough { give de movin' picter
guys a chanct { do some snappin', but
itll Just be kiddin' an foolin' 'roun
fr me- an | 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' & come troo wit dem
pokes Pr me pantry, hey? Tsay, were
does he t'lnk keeps me wicks? In
me feet?
"Wy, dc las time flt dat mug
could q wound me watch an den a
-o''''' letter homo w'ile he was t'nkin
swing or q short'arm JoIr, oua. rlght
near yawnln me conk off a.waltIn' E.,
him { make up his mind. Tsay, rc
rather stan benin two hunneret
skoits AT q box Office dan Z wait Fl
dat llrkln o grease t mako up his
nut wot he's goin' t do In mix,
Have got any new colves /
spring on him? Wot fr3 Hey? Wot
de use o runnln' after n street cal
after you've caught It, hey? New
stuff fr dat piece o scrapple?
ivy, III spank him on do teet' wit
do back Of mo glove, an II dat don't
cit me nuthin' III glt u moRaphone an
talk real hash { him from de oddel
side o dc stage, Him dero wit dc
punch heyY Tsay, he couldn't hit q
Belgian hare wit shovel hard enough
c make de bigeared bug look up from
do cabbage leaves,
Him dere Wit fast new shift
hey? IIo couldn't shift n hickory nut
from one iowl { de odder between now
an next Decoration day,
"Dld he stake me G some slams In
our las fight? Not If knowed Il, II
he did was too busy eountln' do
house at dc time,
1.-TWO or tree times folt somotIn'
like u cockro0eh crawln' over mo
Stats, an maybe dat wae him hIttIn'
me, ! don't know, Might q bin, nc
dat
"ld be wIllIn' { sit down In n rock.
In chair an let dat mollycod hit mo
wit coal maui all do afternoon If
he'd let me do my oroshayIn' an read
de papers VILE he was doIn' IL, nat'a
how much I'm 'fraId o HIS punch,