Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-04-04

Chihuahua pack burro If could see
decent division of the purse, but nix
on the repeat stuff with that ketchall
person I've been accused of liking the
kale a whole lot. and / guess that in.
dictment will have to stick. but Cof-
froth or Mcintosh would have TO spin
through with bushel basket full of
II 10 get me into the ring with ketchel
again, and then I'd have to be roped
and thrown and dragged to the ring
when the time to fight came around.
"Ketchell's good, then. eh?''
Is he good?" said Philadelphia Jack.
enthusiastically. We'll, you know how
long I've been fzgigging around at this
fighting game, don't you? And you can
about figure out how many good 'uns I've
met up with. in this country and abroad.
let me get this over. then: I've never yet
seen ketchells equal. I'm not talking
about him as boxer. understand. for
he's got a lot of that yet to learn. and OF
long. I'm talking about him as prize
fighter. which is altogether another mat
ter. I've never seen anybody fit to give
him rundown when it comes to being a
priZeighter. Never knew a man OF his
inches and weight to possess such hitting
strength or anything like it. 1 boxed
with Joe Walcott. another hard hitter.
when that dinge was good-boxed with
him for practice that Island got some
wallops from him once, when he ran out
on me and got mad that came from right
where he lived and that stung. But Wal
colts punch stuff was like butterfly
lighting on jasmine branch compared
with the laundering walop that this
ketchell gink has got in both fins He'd
have killed me. the son of A cook, il
/ hadn't been in the best condition of my
life. He'd have slaughtered me as sure
as you're foot high. I'm lucky that he
didn't beat me to death as il was. He
came DANCED near il, at that" and
O'Brien looked rueful.
hot annl6 7 ri n NIT
'Langford could take a nice sleep for
himself. and would. if Ketchel ever went
after him as he Went after me. j know
all about Sam Langford's wallop. and it's
good hard one. I'm not running IL
down. But Langford doesn't belong in
the same pew with ketchell ketchell
would get him sure Let me repeat that
| don't underrate Langford. He's pretty
near the top of his class. But Ketchell
has it on him as sure as you're as high
a bees knee"
What would ketchell do with John
SOM"
Murder, arson. piracy. househreaking.
burglary by night, and few little things
like those /" was O'Brien's instant and
thoroughly meant reply. ketchell can
lick Johnson. and will lick him for a big
hunk of my spare change, il ever they
get together. You know I'm positively OF
the opinion that Sam Langford can whip
Johnson to finish, and I've just got
through expressing the conviction that
dope it out yourself. Johnson's hitting
powers have been overdrawn. He isn't
one of the sure-enough great hitters. He's
got one of those k'nd-of-a- punches. but
it's nothing phenomenal. | wouldn't say
that Johnson has any better punch than
I've got myself and | never was known
as one of the punchists- Additionally.
am in possession of fact or two. which
I'm not going to dilate upon. which proves
TO my satisfaction. anyhow, that John
son is gutter in a tight pinch ketchel
would assassinate him :
This was some tribute to the new big
bright star in the armament OF pugilism.
coming from a licked man. who generally
is pretty chary Of his praise OF colleagues
in the domain Of Fistiana. which is why
I've set 1t down in detail and quoted in
essence O'Brlen's exact words.
Billy Rothwell. better known as Young
Corbett, fitted in for few days last
week before starting a vaudeville engage
ment I'm Philadelphia. Young Corbett Is
still there with a bit of waist-line
paunch despite the remarkable come
back form he has exhibited in some re
cent scraps. and he pulled an entertain
ing one down here on the first morning
Of his arrival.
He was eying the flock OF rolling chairs
gliding by on the Boardwalk. and an
expression of satisfaction stole over his
features as he watched the dinges pCT
at the work of pushing the chair.
why. that chair-pushing gag was
made to order for me-. said he TO the
bunch he was standing with in front Of
Young's and he walked out 10 the middle
of the Boardwalk. where big black man
was pushing along chair In which two
gigantic fatties from Pottsville or Altoona
or some such place were riding. and slip
ped the boog two-dollar note.
Lets have that push handle for a
space" he said to the black man. and
he fell to pushing the heavily laden chair
himself. He pushed IL. too. for solid
two hours. and the big chaps riding in the
chair never dreamt that they were be-
ing staked TO a push along by the young
fellow who once put IL on Terry McGov-
ern At the end of the two hours. some
puffy and in a fine lather OF respiration.
Corbett gave the chair back to the boog
and told his friends that the next time he
trains for mill he's going 10 put in at
least six hours a day pushing a rolling
chair on the Boardwalk down here.
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