New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1910-07-08
JOHNSON HOME At LAST
Greets His Nanny and Takes
Dash in Racing Car.
THOUSANDS JAM STREETS
Talks of His Plans and Scouts
Idea of Langford Posting
Big Side Bet.

Chicago. July lack Johnson. champion
of all prizefghters. is home tonight with
his nanny and his automobile
In ancient Rome a returning victor was
let into his native city with his spoils
through a breach in the wall and adulat-
ing compatriots rent the air with acclaim
Johnson. best OF modern gladiators with
the modern cestus came into the city to-
day with his following through solid wall
of people. Chicago turned out and lined
the sidewalks with solid ranks to catch
glimpse of this modern but dusky Poliux
The champion announced that fight plans
for the future were not being considered.
Sam Langford?" he asked. THAT makes
me laugh. I am not running around now
looking for fights. Let Langford put UP his
s2oo 600 first. then he can talk Just now
am going to rest. I'm going to New York
on Sunday afternoon TO begin a thirty-week
vaudeville tour; at least, have that many
weeks at my disposal 7 may accept offers
to go to Europe.
Quit? Well. I never told any one I
would quit, but it looks as though I'd
have to-"
Five thousand members of his race and a
large number of white persons made the
living wall at the Chicago & Northwestern
Railway station, where Johnson landed on
MS return from Reno. Policemen were
swept aside when the fighter looming above
the crowd fought his way smilingly
through hand clasps and pats on the back
to a waiting automobile. A line OF lavishy
decorated cars. containing newspaper work
ers. amply cared for at Johnson's personal
request" followed his machine.
With rush and a roar that left all be
~, To- in, p ,f~f-7 doc had
madly home. where his mother. Mrs. Tiney
Johnson. and the members Of his family
waited in the midst Of another crowd of
thousands.
Flags waved. an ornately attired drum
major of a negro regiment of state militia
swayed to the rhythm of America" Mis-
tab Jotnsing, Turn Me Loose" and other
similarly patriotic airs. In the midst Of
mighty roar. "Oh. you Jack Johnson"
the champion alighted at his house.
He pushed his way in amid deafening
roars, and with tears streaming down his
! face embraced his mother. Behind him a
compatriot struggled through the crowd,
bearing aloft a smoked bacon side. symbolic
of Johnson's own message home: Il m
coming home with the bacon
You doan' need no bacon. chile cried
| the aged Mrs. Johnson. ''Ah want to tell
/ you Use got mighty fine chicken cookin'
out heah in the kitchin and you knows
/ how you likes watahmelonc We have got
/ some handles. Jack.
/ The champion appeared on the balcony of
his home, and paused suddenly as he
! caught camera pointed his way, lest the
picture be spoiled. He seemed about to
/ speak. but instead turned about, and soon
appeared at the street door, struggling
/ through the crowds to his automobile. It
went seventv-one miles an hour for while
to-day till it was slowed down by a park
! policeman.
Here goes the profits laughed Jack.
! but the policeman clasped the champion S
hand and clouted him on the back. Lean
l ing over, he whispered: Don't tell any
one, you old war horse, but I won so on
YOU
Good" answered Johnson, and another
/ whiz landed Jack at a buffet garden
! Now Jack said a reporter, what are
you going to do? What about Sam Lang
/ ford. and your mothers saying you were
! to quit fighting forever and your trip TO
Europe?'
| Glad to he asked all at once" he re-
! Piled cause I can say I don't know to it
all I have enough money to last me till
next week. and I am going to find out
! what's doing before | do anything
Il have some good chances to go TO Eu-
rope. but think the thirty weeks in vaude-
vile will suit me better. Guess I will have
! TO quit though. whether want to or not"
Did you hear about the picture men S
troubles he was asked.
| Yes he answered, hut II doesn't bother
/ me- They all told me I was fool TO sell
| for $4,000. but they thought I could not
whip Mr.. Jeffries. too"
! After illustrating the manner in which he
| turned the trick with a reporter repre-
senting Jeffries much to the discontinue
Of the reporter he said
THE fights over; let's forget it awhile.
I haven't had a chance to drive car In
two weeks: and. golly, ] want to get at
that there machine again"