Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-10-26

ClNllalS kept LOOKING Dehlnd him appa o
hensively. When he reached Chestnut
street he deliberately leaped across the
street car track. "For the love o. Mike,
what ails you?" asked Files-on. parade.
Nothing now" said he; we're out OF the
Fifth Ward. thank Heaven!"
AMONG the offerings to be laid upon
the grave Of Bob Fitzsimmcns, here is a
wreath of immortelles handed in by
c. b. ", who lifts it from THE Prodigal
and Other POEMS" by Peter Macarthur:
"ALL IN
'Tm all inr'-Bob Fitzsimmons
Not on your .ife. Bot not on your life
The Muse salutes you!
And II there still be virtus left In catgut,
In brass or wood. she'll $50 stave that
''orth,
The squarest, understanding slugger that
ever paved the sawdust
The man with the wallop!
"All in!'
Not your life
Your place is with the veteran heroes, with
the elder statesmen.
Another may wear your iaurels, but cannot
blur your record!
Hero Of twenty score hard-fought battles,
An in-fghter who gave and took with a
Who fought manfully and as manfully lost
Move up there, you immortals!
Make room for gladiator-not for a
CRATER!
Here is a tall fellow of his hands--whose
hands are clean
roughjointed, red-headed, sant.browed
troglodyte!
Such a one as might have welded the cestus
Before applaudng Romel
! Make room, ] say!
While we who have roared and catcaled
by the ring-side
Whooped yelled, howled and tra~'rled on
our hats
As he grinned back at us in his hour of
triumph
A freckled, fierce, loose-lipped satyr-
Take off our hats to add state t. his exit
"Al. i'm
Not your life, Bob!
You have fought your last battle,
But 1t was the last of many,
And though lost was not without glory,
Step up TO your place with the Immortals
And live long to awe the youngsters
With the tales of your prowess.
The man with the wallop." That's
how Fitzsimmons will be remembered
above all his fellow fighters, before or
since. 1T was Fitzsimmons," said Fred
Keats, writing in the New York Evening
Sun the other day, who developed the art
Of landing knockout with a short Jolt
that travelled but few inches instead Of
the old roundarm swing. In striking
these short blows he held his arm rigid
and close to his side, using the power
of his tremendous shoulders to drive his
fist home"
But before the lanky one came to these
shores there was an amateur champion
in this town who had won innumerable
contests in just that way Many a time
in the old Schuylkill Navy clubrooms we
had seen one Bill Recap bring home the
bacon with that little short chopper to
the chin
BEFORE Us lies a menu of the "Dln-
ner for the st. Andrews Society at the
st. Lawrence Hotel wherever that was),
Monday, November SOth, 1857"
Hardly a man Is noW dlte,
pronounce II so to make the rhvne)
Who piled a fork or spoon or knife
In that pre-HoOver time;
And any greedy guest ioho tried
To sample all that tcds supplied,
He must Ito get his just deSserts)
Haze simply burst and diedl
For. by actual count we find upon the
| time-yellowed list eighty.four separate
items, under fourteen classifcations. OF
hot side dishes" there were twenty and
the names of some are Greek to us in this
| day. For instance, Ladies' Mouth,
Queen Style" Then there were pigeons
! in Form of Pear" Arcade of Fowl, Sauce
| Mushrooms" "Chartreuse OF Partridge"
| "Chevaliere of Capons with Trufies."
| oysters 'in paper cases" and "in Thayon-
naise" were dainties which seem not TO
have survived the war; at any rate, we
never encountered them. Also, the wait
ers must have been giants in those days.
The New York municipal board of in
ebriety reports that the increased cost of
liquor has reduced the number OF
| drunks."
| Remember the story that came up from
the South several years ago when
Georgia went dry? Cracker to his son.
Hitch up the mule, Zeke. Reckon III
take the twenty-mile jant to the border
T. git drink" KANT do 1t, Pap, mules
lame" $50? Then I'll walk" won't
do ye no good, Pap; bridges down"
Heck! then I'll stay home Rum amt
got no hold on me-"
Boarding street car in Hartford the
other evening we were instantly, but for
a moment only, translated to our late
boyhood. The conductor did Il by de-
manding an extra penny when we handed
him a nickel A six-cent carfare took Us
back into the Philadelphia OF the late
slehtlea.