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                                             was  high-strung,  and  he  didn't  like  handball court,  so  Jim wouldn't work  his  mouth worked  as  if he  wanted  to
                                             anybody to beat him at anything. And  so  hard,  but he didn't have the nerve  scream.  They counted him out.
                                             I  found  out  that  James  J.  Corbett,  to  do  it  himself.  I  didn't  volunteer,   Afterward,  the  newspapers  talked
                                             champion of the world, couldn't knock  but  I'd  have  done  it if Delaney  had  about a  solar-plexus punch-trying to
                                             me out.                           told me to.                       make  some  kind  of  a  mystery of  it-
                                               I  never did knock him out in train-  Except  for  Bob  Edgren-he's  the  but it was  a  left hook  to  the liver.  I
                                             ing;  I  never  tried  to,  and don't know  most  famous  sports  cartoonist  in  the  knew something about that punch.  I
                                             that I  could have.  I was there to help  world now, I guess-I didn't make any  knew it when I saw it.  And I saw it as
                                             him,  not to  fight  him.  But I  did find  special friends  in that camp.  I  was  a  plain as I can see my own hand now.
                                             out that he couldn't knock me out.   newcomer'and a kid.  But I worked out   They took the first moving pictures
                                               Charley  White  wanted  to  find  out  a  lot  with  Corbett,  and  I  was  alone  of  a  championship  fight,  that  St.
                                             how hard Corbett could really hit, and  with him a lot on the road.  I was alone  Patrick's  Day,  1897.  The  day  was
                                             he figured  I  was the guy to take it.   with him the day he met Fitz and came  clear and sunny until maybe ten min-
                                               Charley  came  around  trying  to  get  next  thing  to  having  a  private  fight  utes after the knockout. Then the sky
           ~~say,  young man, I  see         me  to lead a  right hand  to  the  body,  with him.                turned black and it began to snow.
                                             next  time  I  boxed  Corbett.  That's  a   Jogging along out toward the state-  Billy  Delaney  and  I  had  a  gloomy
           this  sign everywhere I  go.      sucker  punch,  you  know-nobody  penitentiary  buildings,  we  met  Fitz  train ride, going back to Oakland that
                                             would try it against a fast man.  I  told  and  his  trainer,  Dan  Hickey.  We  night; we'd worked and played for six
           What is MARFAK anyhow?"           White I  wouldn't do  it. When he  told  slowed  down.  I  shook  hands  with  weeks  with  Jim  Corbett,  and  it  hurt
                                             me  that  Fitz  used  that  punch,  I  Hickey and Fitz, but when Fitz stuck  to  see  him  licked.  He'd  been  a  ring
                                             laughed at him.                   out his hand to Corbett, Jim snarled at  hero of mine.  Even later on, when we
                                               "Nit,"  I  said,  "and  the  hell  with  him.  Corbett said:  "I'll shake  hands  were fighting each other in the ring, we
                                             you!"                             with you over there when we get in the  were  friends;  I  always  liked  and  ad-
                                               But White kept coming around, ask-  ring on the seven teen th of March ! "   mired  him.  So  the  ride  home  after
                                             ing me to do it; I was hired to do what                              Carson City was not much fun.
                                             the trainers wanted, and finally I said I   .R Championship Changes Hands   It was that night, though, that Billy
                                             would.  I  knew  what  would  happen,                               Delaney  took  on  the  management  of
                                             though.                             I  can  still  see  Jim snarling at Fitz,  young  Jim  Jeffries,  and  Jim  Jeffries
                                               Maybe  three weeks  before  the date  pointing a finger over toward the arena.  spoke his little piece about wanting to
                                             with Fitz, we had another secret work-  From where  we  were,  you  could  just  be champion.
                                             out in the handball court; Corbett had  see  the  arena,  over  beyond  the  state   Riding down in the gloom,  Delaney
                                             four other sparring partners,  but he'd  buildings.                 finally  asked  me  who  I  expected  to
           ~~It's a  special chassis         got so  he  did most of  his  boxing with   Fitz got an ugly look in his eye-and  fight next.  I told him Van Buskirk, the
                                             me.  I  agreed to lead that right to the  he could look plenty hard. "All right,"  0. C. champ.  Delaney said: "He's too
           lubricant, mister. Try
                                             body,  and  I  did.  I  got  what  I  ex-  he said. That was  that.   tough for you."  We rode on for quite a
           it this time instead              pected-only a lot more so. The second   I  knew how Corbett felt; he was on  while.  Right after my first fight in San
                                             that I led my right, Corbett countered  edge,  not  himself  at  all,  and  he  felt  Francisco,  I'd  been  matched  to  fight
           of ordinary grease.               with a right-hand smash to my mouth.  mean  about  the  way  he'd  acted.  We  Van Buskirk.  I  had pneumonia then,
                                             He smashed me too. They say Corbett  trailed  back  to  the  Springs  at a  dog-  and  after  I  got  through  a  siege  that
           It lasts twice as long"
                                             couldn't hit, but he put everything he  trot, neither of us saying anything.   almost  killed  me,  Van  Buskirk  had
                                             had on that one.  And it burned me up.   Fight  time  came  finally-St.  Pat-  come around and made a  crack about
                                               I  grabbed  Corbett  and  slung  him  rick's Day, 1897.           my running out on him.
                                             into a corner of the handball court, and   Corbett  was  more  like  his  old  self   "If I can't lick Van Buskirk," I  told
                                             when  he  bounced  out,  I  threw  him  when the grind was over, and when he  Delaney,  "I'll  go  back  to  boilermak-
                                             right  back  again.  I  went  hog-wild.  was right, James J. Corbett was a great  ing."  Delaney said nothing for maybe
                                             Charley  White  yelled:  '' Time ! ''  De-  man.  He  was  lightning-fast  ·in  the  an hour. Then suddenly he popped out:
                                             laney grabbed hold of me, and Charley  ring;  he  had  a  smooth  way  of  going.  "How about me handling you?"   ·
                                             kept  yelling:  "Time!"  We'd  gone  He hit with a punch that flickered like   ''Would you want to? '' I asked him.
                                             maybe a minute and a half.        a snake's tongue.  He was dead serious   He  nodded.  And  that  was  all  the
                                                                               when he was working, and a good show-  contract he and I  ever had.
                                                   How a  Legend Started       man  when  he  was  fighting.  I  wish  I
                                                                               could give a picture of him the way he   On the Trail of Fitzsimmons
                                               Corbett  said:  "That's  enough  for  was  before  the training got him down
                                             today."  But afterward, in the rubbing  too fine-easy, friendly, a swell guy to   Along late that night I told Delaney,
                                             room,  he said:  "I'm afraid I  hurt you  work with in the training ring.   all of a  sudden,  that I  wanted to fight
                                             with that right hand."              Jim invited me  to  be in his  corner,  Bob  Fitzsimmons.  I  said :  "I  don't
                                               Well,  the punch had set me back on  but he had four men lined up already,  think Fitz can lick me, and I bet I  can
                                             my heels,  and it had cut the inside of  and  I  thought four  was  too  many.  I  hit a~ hard as he can."  Billy gave me
                                             my  lips  against  my  teeth,  but  it  excused myself.  I  helped in the dress-  the once-over, slow,  with a funny look
                                             hadn't  shaken  me  very  bad  and  I  ing  room,  but  when  the  call  came,  I  in his eye.  "I don't mean right now,"
                                             wouldn't say it had hurt.         went out.                         I  told  him.  "Maybe  a  couple  years
                                               Charley White butted in.  "Sure it   I went out and got myself a bleacher  from  now."  He went back to looking
                                             hurt, kid; tell him so," he said.   seat  alongside  my  old  Los  Angeles  out  the  window,  without  making  me
                                               "I won't!" I  said.  I  was just a kid,  friend  and  backer,  Charley  Murray.  any answer.  He never did answer me.
                                             full of the old jinnegar, and I  was sore  Charley had bet on Corbett.   ·   All the rest of the ride he had nothing
                                             that  they'd  used  me  for  a  punching   I  saw  Jim  Corbett  knocked  out  in  to say, and he didn't even say good-by
                                             bag.  "And if you can't hit any harder  the fourteenth round that day_ by ex-  when we hit Oakland.
                                             than that," I told Corbe.tt, "you won't  actly  the  punch  that had  started  me   He got me Van Buskirk, though-I
                                             hurt Fitzsimmons, either!"        developing  the  Jeffries  crouch-a left  knocked him out in  two  rounds- and
                                               Corbett hit the ceiling, and I guess I  hook to the liver.        Delaney got me nearly three thousand
                                             pretty near got fired.              As  early  as  the  sixth,  I  persuaded  dollars for my end of the purse.  Up in
                                               That was how they started-the story  Charley to go down in to the crowd and  the  hotel  room  afterward,  with  the
                                             that, when I  was  just a  green kid,  I'd  hedge his Corbett money.  Corbett was  cash laid out on the table between us,
                                             knocked  Jim  Corbett out.  The  news-  "off."  He dropped Fitz to his knees in  I asked Delaney what I owed him.  He
                                             pa perm en hanging around outside the  that  sixth,  waited  for  him,  but when  was  very  quiet  about  it.  "Whatever
                                             court had heard  the  crash when  Cor-  Fitz  got up,  Corbett's  right uppercut  you think is  right,'' he . said.
                                             bett  hit  the  wall,  and  they'd  heard  missed him by a foot.  When Jim Cor-  I  baited him.  I  said:  "Suppose we
                                             White and Delaney yelling at me.  But  bett swung and missed like that, some-  cut it in two."
                                             there  was  nothing  to  the  story.  I  thing was wrong.             Delaney jumped up, sore as a  goat.
                                             did•n't knock Corbett out. That smash   In that fourteenth,  Fitz half turned  "You'll  never  have  a  manager  that's
                                             in  the  handball  court  was  when  I  his  body,  backed  away,  and  Corbett  worth  half,"  he  yelled,  "and  don't
                                             found  he  couldn't  knock  Jim  Jeffries  came  in  with  his  right  hand  cocked.  ever let any so-and-so  tell you he is !"
                                             out.                              Fitz pivoted and hooked his left to the  He said : "You split me five  hundred;
                                               Things got bad in that camp, though,  liver. That sock hurt me, sitting on the  I'll be satisfied."
                                             before fight time came.  Corbett got to  bleachers- I knew how it felt.  Corbett   And  that  was  our  money  arrange-
              IN  THE  N..EW  POWDER  SPRAYER   worrying, and he worked his head off.  went down.  He twisted a little on the  ment from  then on.  After every fight,
              A product of Midway Chemical Company,
              Chicago • Makers of FLYded Liquid Spray   Delaney even wanted to burn down the  canvas.  His face was death-white, and   (Contin ued  on  Pag e  84)
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