The Holbrook news., 1910-07-08
Jim Jefries Passes Into
 History
Beaten Champion Beats
 it Back To Alfalfa Farm
Whipped Before He Started for Riugls Explanation of Sporting Authority for Big Beilarmaker's Dafeei.

l 'f -CClIOJ 4NSFdOd, q ulJ cdIbOH J. J. Jenries, whose geat ring career came t. a pitiful end when he fell before Champion Johnson here in the arena yesterday, left the scene of his defeat at 2: 30 o'clock nonight. He is headed to- ward his alfalfa ranch in southern Califoi nia, and there in the quiet of his fields surrounded by the hills that he loves, he will try to forget. In the meantime. he will spend a few days in San Francisco strengthening up his buiness af- fairs.
 The Jeffries car was hitched to the regular evening train. He motored into the city from his camp at Moana Springs with Sam Berger and othermembers of his party an hour before the train time and hid himself as soon as possible from the curious gaze of the crowd that still thronged the streets of the worlds fight capit- al.
 In his every stumbling move ment, in his bowed head. in the depths of his sombre eyes, in his nervous rubbing of his swollen face and blackened eye, in his almost timid shrinking from the public, the great Jeffries showed that his defeat had dealt him a vital blow andthat he never again would be the man he was a few hours ago.
 There was silence as he passed through the streets. Men rushed forth from the gambling tables 10 gaze, but no word of taunt or derision was thrown at him. Those who saw that fight, and that idcludes nearly everybody in Reno, know that Jeffries did his best.
 The train was lost in the red glow that the sun shed over the Sierras. Jeffries was gone into history. In the other direction. somewhere in the desert to the east. a hilarious band of negroes was journeying with the banner of the worlds champion floating from the car window.
 Special trains have been pull ng out of Reno all last night and all day today, trying to get 10. .0O0 visitors back home. Thousands stoodsall day, grips in their hands, waiting to chamber into the next train.
 Thousands gave it up and de cied to wait over for lighter traffic. As a consequence the gambling houses were running full blast and the main, street had the aspect of a frontier min ing camp at the height of a gold strike. A determined effort was made by the losers in the fight betting to recoup their losses and at last accounts there were many who will have to wire home. for money. The financial condition of hundreds, hit by the fight and the fame, is desperate.
 There was an air. of great weariness prevailing the crowds.
 The restaurants were recover ing from the famine ana the freight trains were alive with clinging hoboes and thieves sent out of town by the evervigilant state police. The barrooms were filled with listless. thirst qneneh- ing groups, the poolroom men were settling to their bets.
 The betting at Tom Corbett' s official poolroom was not as heavy as had been expected. Corbett, however. declared himself satis- fled. The lack of Johnson money was surprise. The largest indi- vidual loss on record in the pool room was thatsuffered by Clare nee Berry, the California oil op- orator. He bet S35, GOO on Jefffries. Among the sporting men left