Arizona republican., 1910-07-08
HOMECOMING
 IF JOHNSON He Brought the Bacon Back
 to Chicago RECEIVED LIKE 4 HERO
The Champions Future Plans Depend Upon the Championship Aspirants' Money Indifference to Strained Picture Case.

Chicago, July '. - Today John Arthur Johnson, the best of modern gladiators, with the modern cestus, came into the city with his following through a solid wall of people, and ethical Chicago lined miles of side walks with solid ranks to catch a glimpse of the champion. So much after his own heart was. this coming into his own that the champion an nounced all tentative plans for the fu- ture off.
 sam Langford," he asked. You make me laugh. I am not running around looking for fights. Let Lang ford put up his $2O,OOO first, then he can talk Just now I'm going to rest I am going to New York Sunday after noon to begin a thirty weeks vaude- Vine tour; at least l have contracts for that many. It looks like good thing. and I may accept offers to go to Europe.
 Quit? Well, I'll tell you sonny; l never told anyone I would quiet but il looks as though I'd have to don't it?"
 Five thousand members of his race and a big sprinkling of white persons
 
 Northwestern railway station when Johnson arrived at D. m. The po- lice were swept away like chaff when the immense fighter, looming above the crowd. fought his way through hand clasps and good natured pats on the back to a waiting automobile. A line of garishly decorated automobiles containing newspaper men (amply cared for at -Johnson's personal re- quest) followed his machine until sud denly it was lost
 Five minutes later with a rush and a roar, Johnson shot out somewhere in his new 100 miles an hour car and dashed madly to his home, where his mother, Mrs. Tiny Johnson and mem bers of the family waited in the midst of another crowd of thousands:
 Flags abounded and an Ornately at tired drum major of a colored regi- ment of the state militia swayed to the rythm of America" and "Mistah John sing, Turn Me Loose" and other simi- larly patriotic" airs, and in the midst of a mighty roar of "Oh, you Jack Johnson" the champion alighted at his own door
 He pushed his way into the house amid deafening roars and with real tears streaming down his face, em- braced his mother. Behind him his compatriots struggled through the crowd bearing aloft a side of bacon. symbolic of Johnsons own message home, I'm coming home with his ba- con"
 You doan need no bacon, chile" the aged Mrs Johnson cried. "Ah want to tell you rse got a mighty fine chicken cookin out heah in de kitchin, an you knows how you likes watahmelon. We all got some dandies. Jack"
 The champion on the balcony of his home paused suddenly as he caught camera pointed his way, lest the pie ture be spoiled. He was about to speak when he glanced at his racing car surrounded by a street full of dark skinned nome folks" He didn't talk.
 A few minutes later a figure ap- peared at the door and came struggling through crowds. It was not the gla- diator, the victor with his laurels at his chariot.
 It was Jack Johnson, the joy rider, and the battle of the century was a COinplele fleU1oTN- Ills new dulOIhOuilo can "gO some" too. It went seventy one miles for awhile till it was slowed up by park policeman.
 Here goes the profits laughed Jack, but the policeman clasped the champions hand and clouted him on the back. Leaning over he whispered. Don't tell anyone, you old war horse, but I won s20 on you"
 Good" answere Johnson, and an- other whizz and a cloud of dust later revealed him at a certain Corner up South" where any one may acquire liquid refreshments after a dusty ride.
 Now, Jack" an Associated Press re- porter asked, what are you going. to do? What about Sam Langford? What about your mother saying you are go- ing to quit? What about your trip and also other things?
 I'm glad you asked me all at once." replied Johnson, because I can say don't know. I have enough money to last me till next week, and I am going to find out what's doing before I do anything Sam Langford or anyone else had better get his money up first. then proceed to whip me afterward. I guess I will have to quit thoug,i, whether I want to or not, won't I?
 Did you hear about the picture mems troubles?" he was asked.
 Yes" he answered, but it GOesn't