The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-10-31

James J. Corbett, who is writing a se- ries of articles for Answers, a London periodical tells how he lost the cham pionship to Bob Fitzsimmons. His story follows:
 "On the day of my fight with Fftzsim- mons we drove to the scene of the con- test. It was in a sort of valley sur rounded by snow-capped mountains, and a truly ideal spot.
 When I arrived at Carson City learned that Fitzsimmons wife was go- ing to be in his corner. What woman she was! She is dead and gone now; and although she said many unl1ind things. and flung numberless taunts at me, to which I could not reply, I have no hesitation in saying that she was the best friend Bob Fitzsimmons ever had.
 'There she was in Bob's corner. did not approve of her being there, for hold that the prize ring is not the proper place for a woman. But who could help ad miring her love and devotion to her great, freckled- faced husband? Yes; when she died. Ftzsimmons lost his best chum.
 "In his corner my opponent had his brother-in-law, Martin Julian, couple of other men, and his wife. There all was harmony. In my corner there was discord among the jealous trainers, and I had more trouble with them than thought I should have to defend my title O1 CIdIilplOn Ol tuo WOiio o6dihot II AtH- simmons.
 "The great fight started. And I made up my mind that I was going to carry Fitzsimmons along faster than he had ever been carried before. Fitz had to settle himself before delivering blow, whereas I was like phantom Hitting here and there, and thinking my speed and quickness would 50 mix up Fftzsim- mons that all the calculations would be knocked out of him.
 "So I went right in at the beginning. and started the ..yressive tactics. Just as soon as he would get settled would not fight him; would get away, and then dash back, hitting him every time struck at him.
 Speed. speed, speedl It is telling it's tale I see the fight over again as I write. I land again and again on his body; his face is punched almost beyond recognition.
 Speed, speed, speed! Surely it is lead dng Fitz to his doom. The sixth round. hit him a terrible lefthand hook on the Jaw. Down he goes. Surely, think, the fight is minel I am still the worlds champion!
 "Can he get up? A woman dashes to the side of the ring .'Bob-Bob! she shrieks. Get upv Her voice rings above the turmoil, beseeching, praying, com manding the man on the floor to rise and continue the grim struggle.
 ..The woman is in a frenzy of despair as the still figure makes no move. Bob Bobl Get up' she walls again. And. in some mysterious manner her supplica- ton seems to penetrate through the mist which envelopes his brain, and Fitzslm- mons rises to his feet.
 q am wary I know that Fitz is never more dangerous than when he seems Iicked.' because I have seen him win four or five fights after he has apparently been beaten.
 we are at it again. I determine to keep away from him until l see clear onening. There it is! go punching away at him for every ounce l am worth. Will he never give up? What gameness; what ahilitv to take punishment! have never sesn the like of 1t before. He takes all I can give him and then comes back for more.
 "Round after round passes, until, in the fourteenth, I begin to get more confident. Fitz is getting a little slower. l am fslnting to get Fitz to let right-hand su,inp go. He has done this 50 times in the fight with such force that 1t turns him completely round. So far, have tnmped away to avoid the punch, and have not been able to get back in time to do any harm. a,
 "But I think the next time I will sim nlv fling my head back, without moving nv whole body, so that shall be right on inc top of him when he turns round.
 "Well, this great swing comes at last simply throw out my stomach and fling hack my head. Fitz's left hand comes at my stomach, and all my careful thought- out schemes are shattered