Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1910-07-14
= THE FIGHT PICTURES AS =
: PROBLEM FOR MAYORS =

p~ansive front "Ye only pay me So
cints fer the room, and continued
coldly. y don't pay it," But on this
particular day the lady in question
let her savage nature get the better
q the dignity with which she usually
discussed the rent and asked Mr.,
O'Farreil the burning question Of the
day. win they be lettin' us see the
fight pictures?s OFarrell showed ex-
IRENE tolerance for such ignorance
and barbarity. and. according to the
New York writer who tells the story,
smiled at the coarse question as II 1t
had touched a sympathetic chord in
his " being.
That" he replied, depends"
"Aw.' said Mrs. Morgan, indicating
her respect for his wisdom by leaving
her mouth open.
1T depends continued O'Farrell,
upon the opinions OF shocked school
marms. eIated negro coal beavers,
princes Of the church. imprisoned
sporting gentlemen. conscientious
southern governors, tolerant northern
mayors. film makers on the scent Of
Z ~ - UNIV tlEH cltN UtA1 lNhtAA10R FANAA
the hummer news famine, and other
voices Of the people, each Of which is
yelling in q different key
And what be you thinkin' about 1t
ycrself. Mister O'Farrell?' asked the
woman, trying To gag the smallest Of
her deceitful children. which had
broken out with a voice like a phono-
graph.
Mrs. Morgan" said O'Farrell
undergoing one OF those changes OF
mood which Is the surest sign Of a
great intellect. .'let me tell the kid a
bit OF 2 story. and maybe I'll be an
swering your question
He picked the creature up imme-
diately and sat down in a chair. 1t
did not squirm, but sat in his lap quite
c0ntentedly. Its four brothers and
sisters gathered around him, | took
the other chair. first setting Mrs.
Morgan's shoes on the floor.
once upon a time" began O'Far-
rell, there was a mar who Vas so
strong that he just couldn't help fight
ing. If he had eve hit a man as
hard as h. could he would have killed
him
"F he hits him wiz his fist?f the
~second-sized inquired.
Yes" replied O'Farrell.
IAN. dat's Jeffricsi' exclaimed the
second-sized Morgan.
Right you are, son, said the great
man. at last he thrashed the man
that everybody thought was the
strongest man In the world
Oats FitzsImmons," exploded the
second-sized inquired.
and then everybody knew that
J%effries was the strongest
say. boss, you mean dat he was de
champion
sure. And then for years and
years there was nobody that wanted
to fight him. and then ne bought a
farm and started to raising chickens.
Then there was a colored man
you mean a Niger.
o'Farrell regarded the second-sized
with interest.
something OF That sort" he re-
sumed. ''Thia colored man thrashed
every other man in the world who
thought he was a strong man, and
then he said he was champion. SO
the other man. Jeffries, came out and
said he could thrash him
'Say. boss. cut dat short the sec
ond-sized Morgan broke out again
I'VE know all about dat. Dey fit in
Reno. De sports t'ouht dc smoke
had a yaller streak and couldn't use
his left. but he unbuttoned an AWFUL
bunch Of left hooks an rocked Jeti
to rest wit one in de fifteent' Amt
dat SO. M'ree?'
Marie nodded her curls and said
that q was go.
And then O'Farrell told az some OF
the fistic warfare on the streets OF
New York between the two races, just
because "a negro had proved himself
the best man. but thought he n the
of humanity could witness the
pictures without committing murder.
Ana the Irlshman is about right, don't
YOU Think of course the negroes get
noisy over that victory and It was
great and exciting news, n the white
men he'd To Kill q dozen Of them Just
10 show them that all negroes are
stronger than all whites. But who
can suppress the citation Of victory
II Jeffries had won there would have
SO much noise, the impairment
voice of the negro would ave been
lost ia the hullabaloo; but the crow
OF the winner is always irritating, and
il emanates from our interiors
the fighting blood Is desperately near
the surface. But forget il. We have
the greater victory Of brain over
Drawn on the white mans side.
And the fight was not a cruel eNhi-
OF brutality. Johnson licked
but he was good TO him.
why. he knew he was going to win
and then knocked him out and had II
over. You know Johnson laughed all
through the fight. just a. though II
were play. and since We say a man
is not a poet. when he keeps in a
playful tone in the terrible themes,
perhaps the writer who said
johnson physically IL What shakes
peare was mentally. Is somewhere
near the region OF the truth. though
is going q little too strong IN de-
scripuon OF the splendid-animal
The negro preacher in Washington.
not winning agreement on all
sides. was surely sincere and sane
when ne said.
80 49,. r.f~~..se ,4qfnry will sion