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NEBRASKA
MY STORY
OFMYUFE
BY
JAMES C
J.
FROM PHOTO.
f TAKEN
APRIL 15, J9IO
ICopyright, 1910. by McCIure Newspaper
Syndicate. Copyright in Canada and
Great Britain. A1J rights reserved.
CHAPTER XVIII.
I KNOCK OUT CORBETT. THE GREATEST
BOXER OF THEM ALL.
THE Seaside A. C. at Coney Is
land was packed that Friday
night when I fought Corbett.
At least a.uuu people turaea
out. Corbett was first in the ring, and
I didn't keep him waiting.- George
Considine. Billy Madden, Gus Kuhlin
and Leo Pardello were in Jim's corner,
and Brady, Ryan, Jack and Dunkhorst
were behind me. Charlie White, the
referee, came in ten minutes later.
As soon as Jim and I met we shook
hands, and it was like meeting an old
friend. We were going to Ught all
right, but that was a business proposi
tion. Corbett smiled as if be was half
tickled to death to see me again, and
I guess be was. Jim was the only man
in the whole place who knew what,
kind of fighting condition he was In
that, night. He knew he was fit to
fight for bis life.
The bell rang, and we came together
slowly In the middle of the ring. . 1
had plenty of time to size Corbett up.
His skin was white as marble except
around his wrists and his neck and
his head, where he was tanned to a
sort of mahogany color. t Anybody
could see that he'd been doing a lot
of work out in the sun.
My recollection of this fight is a lit-
tie confused. It wasn't like any fight
I'd been in before. Right at the start
Corbett began dancing around, light
as a feather. In and out, reaching for
me with the left and getting away
from my rushes in a way that made
me feel so foolish I bad to stop and
laugh. Then when I grinned he'd jab
again and jump away like a rabbit.
The crowd was cheering Corbett for
his cleverness, and he deserved all the
cheering he got. I landed on him now
and then, but be was always going
away so fast that the blows didn't do
much damage. It's a lot easier to
beat a man who'll stand up and fight
than one who runs away and picks bis
own time to trade punches with you.
I kept on chasing Jim as fast as I
could, slamming punches at him when
ever be was in raujre. Most of them
he jumped iiway from or ducked, some
he bl"ked ;iud some got, through to
the niiirk. lu the meantime be was
pecking at uie with both bands with-
IX THE NTNTH JIM THOUGHT HE WAS
WINNING.
out stopping except for a sprint when
I got too hot on his trail. Now and
then he came to a clinch and as White
broke us away snapped left and right
to my face almost before I could move.
He was the fastest man and the great
est boxer I ever saw that night. Along
in the third or fourth round Corbett
ran around and around me in circles,
while I stood and pivoted to face him.
When I finally lunged out to get him
Corbett laughed and ran away un
touched. ' As the fight went along be
grew more and more confident and
used his right band now and then,
sending it over as hard as be could.
In the ninth round Jim thought he
was winning. He rapped me a cou
ple on the chin and then swung his
right to the same spot so bard that the
force of the blow shoved me b" k on
my heels. I could see his eyes blaze
as he thought he had me staggering,
and for a minute he rushed and took
a wild chance mixing with me in the
hope of landing a knockout. I grinned
and blocked his blows and walked
right into him without starting a,
punch. In the next round he went at
me just as hard. It was wonderful
how that fellow could land and get
away. I chased him around and
around the ring until I was tired, and
still he sprinted or dashed in again
when he saw an opening. My nose
z.-i r m. 4
was bleeding, and my right ' eye was
badly swollen.
The tight was half over now. All
along Tommy Ryan kept telling me to
"take my time" and "jab him." When
I walked out at the beginning of each
round Brady yelled instructions after
me so loud that Corbett couldn't help
hearing. I asked Brady If he was try
ing to get me licked, and he kept quiet
after that. Ryan was still telling me
to jab and box and take my time, but
as the fight went along the crowd
yelled "Corbett, Corbett. Corbett:"
louder and louder, and I began to
think 'what the decision might be if 1
didn't get him. Why should 1 be
changing my style to suit Tommy
Ryan and be boxing a man like Cor
bett instead of cutting loose as hard
and fast as I could until I landed the
right punch? I began to suspect that
Ryan was a little more interested in
Corbett than he was in me. I told
Kyau to keep still and went out to
fight my own tight. Round after
round I chased Corbett and landed
whenever I could get him into a cor
ner. Even then he blocked most of
the blows with his elbows or his
crossed arms. But one of my swings
glanced from his shoulder and hit him
on the jaw and shook him badly, and
after that I landed oftener. In the
nineteenth Jim looked tired. He tried
to duck under a left and lost his foot
ing and fell.- He jumped up quickly.
Through this nineteenth round Ryan
kept' yelling to me and telling me to
stick the left, out." Near the end of
the round there was a fuss in the cor
ner, and when I walked back for the
rest before the twentieth Brady was
in the corner and Tommy Ryan had
disappeared. Brady told me afterward
that Ryan's advice made him more
and more suspicious as the fight went
on. He began to suspect that Ryan
was trying to make me lose, so he
jumped up and told Ryan to get out
of my corner.
Get down or I'll bust your head,"
Ryan said.
Brady jumped down and went out
for two policemen with their clubs.
He put them right behind my corner
and climbed up again.
"Ton get away from this corner,"
said Brady.
"Get away yourself before I take a
punch at you," said Ryan.
"This is my club, and I'm Jeff's man
ager," said Brady. "I'm just hiring
you. If you don't get back there and
keep still I'll hand you to those two
cops, and they'll throw you out."
Tommy looked at the cops and climb
ed down. Brady jumped up, and as I
came back to my corner he whispered:
"Jim, they've got the tip over in the
other corner that Corbett's going to
get the decision. Your only chance is
to knock him out. Forget everything
about boxing and go out and fight"
From that on I never gave Corbett
time to stop on one spot. I knew I'd
have to get him. I had my second
wind,,, and the tired feeling had all
gone. ( As for Corbett, he was wilting.
Game and clever as he was, he could
not stand the pace much longer. He
ran for his life around the ring, and
when I caught him he slipped his left
shoulder Into me and clinched. In the
twenty-second I swung my right so
hard that it knocked him down, al
though it only landed on his shoulder.
Corbett jumped up instantly and mix
ed with me. I put a heavy left into
his ribs, which were red and sore now,
and he winced and lost some of his
speed.
The bell rang, and I went back to
my chair. Tom O'Rourke ran around
to my corner and said to Brady: "For
heaven's sake send this man in. He's
losing!"
"I am, am I?" I said to myself. Just
then the bell rang for the beginning
of the twenty-third. There wasn't
much time left, and I surely didn't
want to risk losing that championship
decision. I jumped out of my chair
and ran at Corbett as hard as I could
go. . He jabbed' lightly and skipped
away, but before he could gather him
self 1 was after him with a rush. I
drove him back nearly to the ropes,
and here I saw the right chance at
last. I hooked my left into his stom
ach, throwing him back hard against
the ropes within a yard of his own
corner. As he bounced back I brought
the left up obliquely to his jaw my
double punch. It lifted Corbett up in
the air, and he fell to the floor solidly
like a sack of grain. His right arm lay
under him and his neck rested across
the rope of the ring. He struggled a
little and fell back limp, and White
began to count While the count was
going . on I saw Considine trying to
throw a bucket of water over Corbett
to arouse him, which was against the
rules of the game: Reaching through
the ropes, I kicked at Considine to
drive him back, and he fell over two
or three people, water backet and all.
Jim was counted out, and Charlie
White helped to carry him to his cor
ner. After a minute or so he revived
enough to stagger over and shake
hands. I felt sorry for him, for he
certainly had made a great and a
game fight
That was a night to be remembered.
The fight had been so sensational that
when it was all over the crowd went
wild. Hundreds of people swarmed
over the ring, some cheering for Cor
bett because of his fine showing and
some for me because I had won like a
champion with a knockout. 1 got
dressed as soon as I could and started
for Ben Cohen's. I had my lucky No.
1 room there that night It was only
a block or so from the club, and I tried
to hustle through the crowd. But It
was ho use. Before I knew what was
happening a lot of men grabbed me
and shoved me up on their shoulders.
There wasn't any use in struggling, so
I just lay back across a bunch of
heads as if I bad a couch under me,
with a big cigar in my month, and
made the best of it
MY STORY
OF MY LHFE
JAMES H IfL
From photo taken April 15, 1910.
Copyright. 1910, by McCIure Newspaper
oyuuicuie. jopyrignt m Canada and
Great Britain. All rights reserved.
CHAPTER XIX.
I GO ON THE STAGE AND THEN GET BACK
INTO THE FIGHTING GAME.
I DIDN'T do any fighting for over
a year after beating Corbett
Brady had me busy in the show
business. After the Sharkey
light Tom and 1 had sparred every
Uight for a week at Koster & Bial's
old place, torn down now. We were
arrested the first night for violating
some sort of an anti-boxing law. Man
ny Friend was our lawyer. I remem
ber that Billy Brady got . impatient
over the legal way of handling the
case down there in the Jefferson Mar
ket court. He jumped up, pushed
Manny aside and made a redhot
speech, telling all about our boxing
show. When he was all through the
judge asked, "Are you counsel in. this
case?"
I am not," said Brady. "I'm no
lawyer. I'm just telling you facts."
"Well," said the judge, "if you aren't
a lawyer you ought to be. Case dis
missed." ' .
There wasn't any more trouble this
time. I played a part in "The Man
From the West," a big' show that Bra
dy fixed up for me. When I boxed
at any theater it was generally with
my brother Jack, and we weren't both
ered. About three months after the Cor
bett fight John Li. Sullivan had a big
benefit at Madison Square Garden, and
I boxed with him. Three half minute
rounds were enough. John had put on
fat after quitting the game. I just let
him punch at me and ducked under his
swings until he was winded. Sulli
van made a speech. I didn't
Fitzsimmons boxed an exhibition
with Thome that night , Sharkey
sparred too. I told Tom about meet
ing bis father at Queenstown when I
went to Europe and how he saw me
off at the pier.
"Good luck to yez," he said, "and
may yez lick all the fighters in the
world except me bye Tom." -
"You haven't licked me ' yet," said
Tom, grinning. ' "I ain't licked until
I'm knocked out cold."
When winter came along I bad a lit
tle experience that came near putting
me out of the game. Bob Fitzsimmons
came around to one of the theaters
one night to shake hands and have a
talk. Bob sat in a box until the show
was over and then came behind the
scenes. I stood there in my tights
without even putting on a swearer,
and I was wet and hot from the box
ing. The cold wind blew on me, and
I felt chilled before Bob left and I
went to my dressing room.
Two doctors and three rubbers work
ed over me, all night. In the morning
I didn't feel much better, but thought
I'd go to the hotel and get a good
sleep. Joe Maxwell, the singer, and I
went to breakfast. I ordered a lot of
lamb chops, but when they came in I
could only eat one, and that was a
little one. That settled it Maxwell
GRIFFIN SPRINTED ABOUND THE ROPES
-I WITH MX AFTER HIM.
insisted that there must be something
seriously wrong with me and made
me go to see his doctor. The doctor
ordered me to bed. It was pneumonia,
and, remembering how near pneumo
mia came to killing me in San Fran
cisco, I hustled to 'my room in the
Hotel Minot and stayed there several
iays until I was all right again.
Nine months after the Corbett fight
I was to have met Ruhlin for twenty
rounds in Saengerbund hall in Cincin
nati. Billy Delaney took charge of
my training again, and we opened a
camp and started hard work. Every
thing was going along fine, and the
whole country was interested in the
match when it went wrong. The may
or of Cincinnati was in favor of the
fight and had given us assurances that
there'd be no interference. But the
governor ordered it stopped. An in
junction was issued, and the matter
went to court. Billy Brady was the
principal witness. He told the' judge
how Mr. Roosevelt, who had just been
fleeted vice president, went to the big
lights in New York and how he had
teserved boxes for him. That was a
tact. Mr. Roosevelt likes a good fight
setter than anything else. But all that
lidn't make any difference. The fight
was called off.
After the misfire in Cincinnati tbe
rwentieth Century A. C. of San Fn n
sisco made an offer for a fight be
tween Ruhlin and me on Nov. 15, six
r seven months away. We signed up.
Down in my home town. Los Ange
les, the boys wanted tosee me in the
ting, for I hadn't boxed there since
hinning the world's championship. So
I match was made with Griffln, the
lame old Griffln who had given me my
Brst fight when I was a seventeen-pear-old
boy. We were to fight four
founds. , , . s
. I guess my fight with Griffln was one
of the funniest that ever took place in
a ring. I intended to stop Hank in
four rounds, but 1 couldn't get a
chance to hit him. From the moment
we put our hands up he sprinted
around the ropes, with me after him as
hard as I could go. He ran around the
ring so fast in the fourth that I nearly
got winded trying to catch him. That
coon was tickled half to death over
staying four rounds with the cham
pion. While in Los Angeles I had made
another match with Joe Kennedy of
San Francisco, a four round bout, to
be fought at the Reliance club of Oak
land a week after the Griffin affair.
Kennedy was a big fellow of about
my own weight He started out in
Frisco by taking a decision over Gus
Rublin In twenty, rounds. He was
clever. ., After beating Ruhlin, Joe
went to New York to make a clean-
up. The first man he fought was Pe
ter Maher, and they figured Peter easy
for Joe, who was touted as the com
ing champion. Joe made, a show of
Peter for one round, and in the sec
ond Peter managed to get over his fa
mous wallop, and Joe turned his toes
up toward' the ceiling until the ten
count was finished.
The Reliance Athletic club was
packed on the night of the 24th. When
"I'M ALL BIGHT, BUT , I'VE GOT COLD
FEET," SAID GUS.
we began fighting Kennedy started
cleverly and got through the first
round all right but in the second 1
dropped him with a straight left on
the jaw, and he was counted out. ,
I was beginning to feel like fighting
again now. Billy Delaney bad fixed
up the training camp, and in a few
days I went to work. At first I did a
lot of hunting and hill climbing the
best training In the world. I expected
a hard fight and trained for It. A few
days before Nov. 15 I was in the best
shape of my life, and when 1 boxed
that four rounds with Griffln in Los
Angeles they had said I was fat and
would have a hard time to "come
back" again. We went down to the
bay. The last day's work was done in
the gymnasium of the Reliance Ath
letic club. It was a ladles' day in the
gymnasium, but the club gave them
another room to exercise in, and al
most all of them, for that matter, came
in to see me work. When that day's
training was over I stepped on the
scales in the dressing room and
weighed Just 212 pounds, stripped.
That is the lowest fighting weight 1
remember except the 204 pounds at
which I won the championship from
Fitzsimmons.
There was a lot of betting going on.
I ijwas a 2 to 1 favorite, and the Ruhlin
money was all from the east Cali
fornians were with me.
Ruhlin was still staying out at Blank
en's, taking it easy on the last day.
They told me that be looked in great
shape and seemed to be confident of
winning. Gus was weighing 202 pounds
stripped. He was of my own height
He had plenty of cleverness. He was
strong. He could take a punch. In
reach he had a big advantage over me,
having a stretch of seventy-eight and
three-fourths inches, the longest of all
the heavyweights. '
On the morning of the fight I came
down from my room in the Metropole
in Oakland and found the weather out
side gloomy and wet That was my
lucky weather. All my big fights have
been won on wet days. , Late in the
afternoon Delaney and I went across
the bay to San Francisco and had din
ner together at the Western, where Al
Smith was. Then we went to the St.
Nicholas, a big, quiet hotel, and I slept
for an hour while waiting the call to
the ring. I can always sleep well just
before a fight. That's an indication of
good nerves.
Ruhlin left Blanken's Six Mile House
at 7 o'clock and drove into town with
Pop Blanken and Billy Madden. After
the fight they told a funny story -about
that ride- When they came into the
city Pop turned to Gus and asked him
how he felt ' It was raw and cold and
damp. Gus shivered and said, "Gee.
I'm all right, but jny feet are cold!" ; "
"What, already?" asked Pop. ' ;'