Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-06-27

ola not lose sight or the young Fellow
and during the visit to the camp some one
introduced him to me, as he was passing
He stopped for only an instant, looked m.
squarely in the eye. put his hand out to
shake hands, and said:
How do you do, sir?" then he moved
on. That was my only conversation OF
personal acquaintance with Jeffries, and
until this morning / had not put eyes or
him since 1 saw him in hot fights in the
east with Fftzsimmons, Corbett and Shar.
key. That is some eight or ten years ago
l watched him very closely In those con-
tests. and when I reached his new train.
ing quarters this morning, where I pro.
ceeded at once on my arrival here, almost
the f1rst man saw was a fine. big. good.
looking young fellow. roughly dressed
coming across the road toward where
was standing. In front of what is now the
exercising pavilion.
was alone. and although was sur
rounded on all sides by men who should
know me we'll. for they were all personal
enough to recognize me. / was delighted
with the idea, for you can always observe
what Is going on and think SO much
easier when there is no one to talk to you
or interrupt your seeing and hearing.
sized Jenries up well as he crossed the
road toward me. He does not look to me
more than two years older than he was
when I saw him last: in fact, I must say
He seems a better looking man. His
features are cleaner cut, he has q
strong character face and wears a very
serious expression. His face is not
drawn. and there is no tired look about
his features or facial expression.
Like all powerful. well developed
men, he has the appearance, to a lay
man. Of being slightly stopped. That is
due to the enormous muscular devel-
opment Of the shoulders and back. His
ct4 {a 1tch I'D
so than 1t used to be eight or ten years
ago.
AS he stepped on the sidewalk within
an arms reach of me, 1 looked him
squarely in the face. to see IL he recog-
nized me, and said:
Good morning, Mr.. Jeffries." He
looked at me with that same honest
fearless expression that his eyes bore
thirteen years ago in Carson. 1t was
only for an instant each time, but ii
expressed to me the character of the
man, honest, sincere and modest
1t was the same good morning, sir. -
and he passed on. l wandered around
among the old acquaintances. Farmer
Burns. James ]. Corbett. Joe Choynski
all personal friends.
Training Quarters Not Desirable.
1 was delighted at being in a training
camp. simply as an observer. one Of the
!
about to get some real news without
being known.
The training quarters are not alto
| gether desirable. The Jeffries party has
been there only twenty-four hours. The
best Is being made of bad job. adapting
| themselves to circumstances and con
| ditions 1t was early in the morning, but
every street car was crowded as it came
In. Finally some New Yorker yelled
| across the street:
! "Hello, Muldoon" Then Farmer Burns
made a bee line for me. and was indig-
nant because l had not made myself
known.
"Of course. would have known you il
had taken a second look" said the
| farmer. but your hair is gray"
He made a dive inside of the quarters
and soon they all came out one after the
other. with the same excuse:
"Of course ! would have known you II
I had taken the second look. Jenrfes
with the others, came forward with ex
tended hand, and his excuse was:
You know We never met but once, am
| didn't know whether you would remem'
| Der me or no.
That was too ridiculous as an excuse
and they all gave him the laugh. He in
vited me In, saying that thy were abou
| to begin exercising. He told me imme
diately how sorry he was about the mis-
understanding regarding John L. Sulli
| van. He regretted 1t very much, as hi
did not want 70 nuEt ahyoo1J icehuss
much less John l.. Sullivan's. The whole
thing had been worked up by lot OF sill!
| criticism and fairy tale that had beer
carried into camp by the basybodies re
garding something that Sullivan was sup
posed to have said regarding the honest,
| Of the coming match.
John L. Hits a Storm.
There was also SOME very nasty criti
| cisns on linn Corbett and a personal at
] tack upon his honesty. 1t seems that i
| was the misfortune Of John L. to arriv,
| at the inopportune moment. Less thar
half an hour before his arrival this Who'll.
| bunch of gossip had been talked over BY
the hangers-on and the bright mind.
about the training quarters Corbett- hat
| not cooled down when poor old John rar