The Alaska citizen., 1914-05-11
Fitzsinnons and His Son.

ton, sporting writer or the san Francisco Examiner. who died few weeks ago. will be interested in the following. which was one of the last things he wrote:
 San Francisco. After enjoying few years of privacy that should prove soothing and comforting" 70 man who has led a turbulent career in pursuit of the bubble fame Bob Fitzsimmons is back in the swirl of pugilism with both feet.
 He has crowded all manner of experiences into a few short weeks He has applied for reinstatement as an able-bodied fist-ilinger and has been turned down by boxing com missions and courts of last resort. He has been knocked out by his own son and has in turn all but knock ed out a white hope by the name of Sweeney
 He declares now that while New York may bar it's gates against him. he will wander all over the boxing circuit and will accept engagements as often as they are offered him. He seems to possess all the ardor that was his when he landed from bag and a huge pair of freckled hands quarter of a century ago.
 What the future holds for Fitz- simmons it is difficult to say, but I'll warrant recital of things he does from time to time will make interesting reading. In addition to his other useful attributes Bob is always a kingpin advertiser.
 Few men on this terrestrial foot stool have played more parts in life's comedy He has been fighter blacksmith. actor farmer, professor of physical culture, author, trainer of snakes, ponies and wild animals which the writer has for the time being forgotten.
 Even while l write l recall one of Bob Fitzsimmons' fads. He blos- somed out one time as a patent medicine proprietor He hit upon cure for rheumatism and those who used it said that after one application rheumatism was the least of your troubles. You had other things to think about.
 Once while travelling by rail, Bob forgot the formula of his rheumatism panacea.
 What will put in it?" asked the clerk.
 "Heverythink that's 'ot" said Bob, and the clerk, using hartshorn as working basis, made up a connection that, if a man who applied some of it to an aching joint is to be believed, scared the flesh like lighted match.
 specialist dwindled, but he had lots of other things to engage his at tention.
 It began to look as though it was the self-imposed task of coaching Robert, Jr., that has fired the old 'un's fighting blood and caused him to long for the music of the gong.
 It was proud moment in the ex- champions career when his oft spring knocked him cold with a deXterOus smash on the point. There was none of the old King Lear com blaming anent a thankless child being a sharper proposition than serpent's tooth.s Not much. When the veteran came back from the land of Nod he wanted to hug the boy. He murmured with parental pride "e's a chip of the old block. e is"
 And while I think of it l think the old man can show the boy some of the shortarm piledrivers that he used himself in the years that have fled Bob seniors boast that the name Of Bob F1tZslmmons will live in pugilism may not be an empty one.
 Fitzsimmons in his time was so well versed in both pugilistic dyna- mics and vulnerable points that he might have studied anatomy as we'll as sledge swinging.
 The latest photograph of Bob showing his son left hook or up- percut with the chin as it's object point is highly interesting.
 The look on Fitzs face recalls the look I have seen on it in real fights. There is nothing of gloating or savagery in his expression as he surveys his fist nestling beneath his boys chin It suggests the way doctor looks when noting the ef- fleets of an anesthetic on a pa tient
 There never was a man following the fighting game who had great CT variety of knockout punches than