The Alaska citizen., 1914-11-30

| W. Murphy 10 rtne upnedFh Ill Cnl-
cago which made it possible for
Evers TO be a player at the same
salary of $4,000 that he would have
received had Murphy retained him
as manager of the Cubs. A bonus,
reported at from $4,000 to $4,000.
went to Evers when he remained
loyal to the National league and con-
sented to the deal that made him
a Brave.
The Boston club assumed a Cub
contract for ten years which provided
that Evers was to get $4,000 If the
team won the pennant. $500 in the
event of finishing second. $1,000 third
and $500 if in fourth place.
Welsh Avoids Stage.
New York--When Freddie Welsh
| jabbed the lightweight crown upon
his wrinkled brow he made firm
resolve: Il will not become a
champion actor or an actor cham
pion." Freddie" whispered in his
own ear And Freddie is still lock
ed in the embrace of his determine
ton.
Il know | am violating all the
rules of precedent in the stand |
have taken" remarked the English
man. but | feel that | am closer
affiliated with the ring than l AN
with the stage. Boxing is my pro-
/ fesson, not acting, and I have made
up my mind to pursue the elusive
dollar with the padded mitt within
the roped arena rather than from
behind the footlights as long as
enough fighters can be found to
keep me busy
Il am willing to defend my title
against all lightweights who are pop
ular enough to insure purses large
enough to compensate me-
Swinging his snakewood stick
jauntily and wearing an impressive
twin-stone sparkler on his little
finger the boxer who SO scientifi-
cally plucked the lightweight crown
from willie" Richie in their TWEEN
ty-round bout in London, looked the
part of the self-confident king of his
line.
When asked what he thought of
Charley White, he replied: Judging
by what | have heard White is a
mighty good boy. I understand he
| gave hlltlllt lulle lISHl dl vi
waukee. He might be a big enough
drawing card to warrant his getting
a match with me. If any boxing
promoters think so l am perfectly
willing to meet him in the rings"
He did not seem to be very favor
ably impressed with the idea of a
meeting with Packey Mcfarland. In
justice to Welsh 1t must be explain
ed his chief regard was the matter
of weight
He said: "If Mcfarland could make
the weight, or rather If he will make
the weight, I will be glad to meet
him. However, l do not think he
can make it, and why should l
agree to permit him to enter the
ring some eight or ten pounds heav-
Ter than what l will weigh.
THE recognized weight in this
country is 1873 pounds I can make
that weight Why shouldn't l insist
upon my challengers making it,
I have been conceding points prac-
tically ever since l began boxing,
now it is up to some of the others
to meet my terms. I do not intend
to make them a barrier of protec-
tion-a barrier behind which l can
hide and thereby hold on to my title.
They will be legitimate, all Of them"
Mule Kick Starts Fighter.
Washington Post: At the tender
age of IA, Jack Fletcher tickled a
mules tail, and the inevitable hap
pened. Wearing the imprint of the
mules rear pedals, Jack fastened
into the family circle and displayed
himself.
Under such circumstances one
would think that sympathy would
be doled out in large quantities. But
Papa Fletcher saw to it that it
wasn't Instead Of clutching his
son to his bosom, meanwhile spray
ing arnica upon the wounded anat-
omy of his son, Pa Fletcher turned
his weeping son over his knee and
whaled him.
Il told you not to monkey with
that mule, didn't T. said Papa Fetch
er, between applications with the
family slippers. But you just won't
mind me, so you must suffer"
After papa had tired himself out
padding his offspring, he ordered
the offender to bed on an empty
stomach. That is, papa forced Jack
to retire to his boudoir without al
lowing him any food to soothe and
sustain him during the long dark
night.
When one has been kicked by a
mule, whaled by a parent, and been
sent to bed supperless one usually
doesn't sleep. One just broods on
what a sad cruel word this is, any
way. That's what Jack Fletcher,
aged IA did, and before the little
sun came peeping in at morn through
his window he had decided to beat
it from home.
Next morning Jack didn't show up
for breakfast. A family search OF
his room revealed a note, which read
81 have went" Which was true,
That was about eight years ago. and
that same Jack Fletcher-whadaya
think he's doing now? Yep. that's
it-he's prize fighting.
Jack, so the story goes. had an
easy time putting the binger on the
first foe he tackled, although the
said foe was larger and bulkier To
make both ends meet Jack SOLD
newspapers in Pittsburgh for a few
years, meanwhile picking more fights
and getting sweeter revenge each
time.
One day while engaged in beating
up a party, who, in all innocence
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