The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-07-23
THE PRIDE OF DENVER

l It was exactly six years ago, on the
 17th of July, 1909, that the specta-
 tors assembled in the Co1rna arena
 witnessed one of the last acts in the l pugilistic career of a lad who had
 once been a popular idol. Young Cor | bett, erstwhile Pride of Denver and
 famed throughout the sporting world as the conqueror of Terrible Terry MeGovern, was making a. game stand
 against the inevitable, but time and l a too intimate acquaintance with life | on the Great White Way had left him
 little of his old vigor and cleverness. l It was all too little to withstand the
 ons1aughts of his opponent, Johnny
 Frayne. Showing now and then flash 1 es of his former form, the little glad l iator put up the best fight Of which l he was capable, but in the eighth round Frayne landed a blow which
 sent Young Corbett down for the full
 count.
 | The chubby face of the defeated
 man wore an expression of despair
 as the cloud cleared away from his
 brain and the stars ceased dancing l before his eyes, and he realized that the battle was over. With his head bowed he dragged his five feet two and a half inches of muscular body to the dressing room-
 Gee, he's taking it hard,'' remark ed an unfee1ing fan. t'He ought to be used to it by this time.
 In truth, Young Corbett had had plenty of time to become accustom- ed to the feeling of defeat After he left the featherweight division, in which he had retgned as champion, and entered the lightweight class. he
 had found hard sledding. Battling Nelson, the durable Dane. had twice put him away, and Dick Hy1and, Au- relic Herrera and Kid Sullivan had afforded him additional experience h. f f0 6a rA1 If It was not the thought of his ring defeat, however, which caused Young Corbett's countenapce to wear the ex-
 precision of a wfangdoodle mourning for her first born. The reason be- came apparent a little later when the little pugi1ist faced a pretty young woman.
 Daisy, I was whipped" he groan- ed, and hung his head like a criminal upon whom sentence of execution was about to be. passed.
 "Oh, Billy, I don't care,'' cried the
 girl, and the vanQuished boxer felt
 her arms about his neck.
 Let us,5 as the story-Writers say, draw a veil over what followed, Tt is sufficeitn to remark that before the sun went down on the following day a quiet wedding ceremony was per formed in San Rafael, Cal, with Will liam H. Rothwe1l, alias Young Cor
 bett in the role of bridegroom. It developed that the bride had gone to California, to witness her low
 CTS contest with Johnny Fraynes and had promised to become his wife if
 he won. The sforlorn and broken.
 hearted pugilist made such. a strong
 appeal to her womanly comnniseration
 however, that she decided to waive the terms of her agreement.
 LikeEso many renances of the ring, however, this one had it's anti-cli-
 max. Some years later Mrs. Daisy Rothwell appeared in New York court to- ask for a divorce from her
 husband. Mrs. Rothweu alleged that she had become suspicious of her spouse, and had found him in a. room in a New York hotel with a lady whose name she did not know. A few days later Young Corbet1
 was served with summons and conn plaint in the divorce proceedings. 'FWhy, Daisy must be sore.'' he re- marked according to- witness.