Arizona republican., 1914-08-10
James J. Corbett, That Splendid Fighting Ma chine, in Reminiscence Appears Greatest of Them AHA Little History

When the world sat up and took notice of the fact that a great fight Ing idol had been dashed from his come to rule, it asked almost to a man, who is Jim Corbett?
 It was the day following the Sul- n-Corbett fight in New Orleans The question fell from the lips of hundreds who had never heard of the eX-bank clerk, springng into fame in a single night All they knew was he had sent the mighty John L. to the mat to take the count, and incidentally surrender his crown as the greatest fighter in the world, to a boy, whom he had looked upon
 as fly, to be brushed from his path with equal ease
 From the very day that Jas J. Corbett came into the limelight as a fighter, to the present time. he has been the most talked of boxer who ever donned a padded mitt. His. is a personality that draws like a mag net. Big, straight as an arrow, clean
 cut, well educated, Corbett has always occupied a unique place in the fistic game.
 Other fighters have mounted to dig
 zy heights of popularity with their
 wins over other men, but it has re-
 mained for Corbett to become a more
 popular hero in defeat, than when he
 wore the champions crown.
 Corbett was early nicknamed Gen
 tleman Jim,' and the title fitted him like a glove He was, and is, always
 the gentleman. A man, who was at
 one time closely associated with the big fellow, tells many stories of Cor
 bett. that go to prove his claim as the most geentlemanly fellow who ever wore glove in the arena. Cor
 bett, soft of voice, and always ready to step aside to avoid discord, was
 often the victim of his own desire to keep out of the lime light.
 Recalling night in well known
 New York hotel some years ago, the
 erstwhile friend of the eX-champ tells
 one on Corbett that goes to show his rare judgment, and the brain that made him the best respected fighter of all times; It was after a bout at one of the old Coney Island clubs. Corbett, with Bob FitzsimmOns, Young Corbett, Gus Ruhlan and Cor bett's press representative were lined up at the bar, discussing the fight they had just witnessed. Into the
 cafe staggered a big rough giant, six feet in his stockings. if he was an inch. He sized up the chance to get
 to the bar, and seeing that the rail
 was occupied he reached with his
 big hairy paw for the press agent.
 who chanced to be the slightest one of the gathering, and gripping him
 by the arm, spun him away from the
 mahogany, with the remark, Let a
 man get up here that wants to spend his money" Corbett, who stood next to his representative, looked the big fellow over and he, with the half jag, thought he detected in the 'once over" Corbett bestowed on him an unspoken argument Leering into Cor bett's face he inquired in an inso- lent tone. You ain't looking for nothin' are you?" Corbet sized him up, set himself, his right hand slipped down ready to shoot up against the drunk's jaw like the rip
 of pile driver But it did not leave his side. instead Corbett thrust his right into his coat pocket, laughed, and said in a soft voice to the bel l ligerent stranger: You win, old
 man, good night" and taking the arm