The Wallace miner. [volume] (Wallace, Idaho) 1907-current, 1918-02-14

York and Sidney, London and Paris
and along the toe Of South Africa
bland gentlemen in high toppers and
rat faced lads beneath peaked caps
and standees decked In feminine fluffs
and feathers, too-lower their heads
sorrowfuly as the news was flashed
that once again youth had been serv-
ed.
Fortune Melted Away.
Thereafter John l.. waxed fat
around the waist line. The 100000
or more that he had picked up with
few good punches long ago had melted
away. He made book at Sheepshead
Bay. He opened saloons and helped
drink them dry He bobbed up in the
divorce courts and entered into matri-
mony once again. He toured his own
and other countries in boxing and
burlesque shows. He went to the
deuce generally.
! for their hero. One of them was in
Madison Square garden. Out came a
John L. now largely given to so much
fat amidshps that his great legs
looked spindle shanked by COMPARE
son. Somebody introduced him to a
thunderous throng as that greatest
fighter of all time, the greatest has
been of any time, Jawn L. Sullivan"
"Tha-a -a-at sol" Numbered John L.,
the echoes rumbling off toward the
Palisades. well, lissen to me, SON
it's a dam sight better to be has
been than never was!"
IL was a rumhound with bank roll
for fair-just at that time, anyway
John L. himself admitted not long ago
to the Sun reporter, "and l don't re-
greet what / done. but femme tell you,
sonny--pass it up; it never did no.
body good"
Quit Drinking in 1905.
"The day | quit drinking-it was
March 5, 1861 was blind drunk;
well, maybe not blind drunk, but had
skinful. l used to olive the wine, not
the red ink, but the real grape, cham
payne / was in Grand Rapids one
week with a show, and all | remember
about that week was that one day |
went into some drug store for some
thing. | was boiled from Monday to
Saturday. And | bet nobody knew it.
"Then | went down to Terry Hut,
Ind i don't know yet how I got there,
but guess it was the train that took
yours truly John l.. Sullivan 1t was
a Sunday afternoon in Terry Hut, and
I had to play a matinee. l don't re-
member going on the stage that after
noon or that night, but | did my turn
blind drunk
After the night show / and my
manager Frank Hall. beat it back to
ed up at least enough to remember to
this day what happened that night
and that it happened in this here Ter
ry Hut hotel. John, let's have lit
!
Frank Hall to me, I'm on. eight to
five, Frank l says, me still boiled.
$50 we ordered a quart of cham
lpagne. The bellhop brought the grape
UP and poured it. And raised the
glass-God, how did want that drink.
| too,-an / was just about to down
'er when something stopped me. l put
the glass down and looked at it for a
long time. And | says to Hall, Frank,
so help me God, | won't drink this, and
so help me God, I'll never take anoth-
er drink again."
And he never did--even though, as
John l.. freely confessed to the report
er, he evoke up somebody else-the
original John ]. Hangover himself
and me laying there burning for a
drink, and right on the table beside
the bed nearly a full bottle of the
grape-flat now, but still with the
kick of the grape
Then Came a New John L.
And thereafter the country knew a
DTdIlu new john L.-BeUtleliliH 1dlin-
er, temperance lecturer, married to an
old sweetheart of his very early Bos-
ton days, raconteur and maker of cpl
grams and, highest of heights, prom
inently mentioned for congress" by the
home folks, final honor which he
spurned.
"And I'll live to be 100," was his
boast, after the battle smoke of his
fighting and drinking days had blown
away for all time. And John L.
would rumble that slogan of his late
days with an assurance which con-
WINGED the hearers that John L., at
least firmly believed that the last
prayers for him would be said some
time in the autumn of 1858.
He would have had to wait around
that long to be a centenarian, for he
was born in the Highlands" section
Of Boston, in house in Harrison |
street, opposite Boston college, on Oc- |
,ober Is, 1858. The little John Law
renee Sullivan baby came from a
branch of the Sullivan family tree
which in his fathers native Tralee,
County Terry, Ireland, was known for
miles up the banks of the Lee as the
the big Sullivans" But oddly enough