The Sunday Oregonian. (Portland, Ore.) 1881-current, July 21, 1907, Magazine Section, Page 2, Image 42

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y - - I THE SUNDAY OREGONIAy. PORTXAyP, JUL. Y 21, 1907. ' - , ;
NO. VI. CRUEL BUT THOUGHTLESS. , ' " Y
THERE are few boys who haven't dependent entirely on the mother But there Is no need to, stop making- work to build their nest and to rear nests if this is once taught and ex- see the few red feathers of his neck or were attracted first by this bird's
at some time in their Uvea robbed bird.- airguns and slingshots. Our boys an their young--and with what care they plained tt a boy, even if he is an ex- the blue feathers of his wings is heart- beautiful eong, next by his pretty
birds' nests. This does not mean But you can find thousands of boys keep on using these good old "wea- protect their nestlings. He could pert with a slingshot, the finer side of less as well as foolish selfishness. , ' plumage. They knew when they killed
that these boys are really cruel; that who would kill a-robin or any other pons" If we will only give them the teach him to see the real beauty of his nature will rule and he will have Reverse the process. Imagine the him that the song would stop, never to
they kill and destroy with a desire to bird with a brand-new slingshot with- proper training. I believe the most the birds' life. less desire to aim his boyish "weapon" horror and sadness in the world if a be heard again, but they wanted to ex
be Inhuman. It of course means that out stopping to think of just what it hardened birds'-nest-robbing boy in To know well the difference In spe- at a feathered mark. certain. kind of bird, Just to tell wheth- amine Tils bright yellow breast at
they do not think. Tou cannot find a means. Boys like to hunt and kill New York would be reformed If he cles of birds at once lessens the desire Killing by boys, any way, is done er boys had blue or brown eyes, killed closer range.
boy that would kill a robin with his main-ly because they hear the hunting could spend a season with a man like to kill. To see, year after year, the for the most part to study the bird or children! Tou have, however, seen An hour's talk a 'week would stop
ViaT01 " he knew ,nat' somewhere, stories v of their elders. These stories John Burroughs. Such a naturalist as same bluebirds return to the same bird animal at close range. It takes only boys exhibiting with pride some beau- boys from depredations of this kind
hidden away In a tree, there was a take them through - a wilder age, Mr. Burroughs could show the boy house to nest; to watch the orioles a brief explanation to convince a boy tiful little wild canary they killed as they would awake to the fact that a
nest containing helpless young robins where the heroes hunt and kill. ' how diligently mother and father birds weave and lace their stocklng-lika- that to kill a beautiful creature Just to he sang on the backyard fe'hce. They life is a life.
THE PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS OF JOHN L. SULLIVAN sXScm'n
BT JOHN I. SULLIVAN.
BOXERS who are in the ring today
with their valets, private secre
taries, press agents, cooks, and
so forth, don't know what we old
timers went through to pull off a fight.
Take my fight with John Flood on a
barge In the Hudson River as a bad
ample of what we used to go up
against. That was in 1SS1. The purae
was 760, under London prize ring
rules, two-minute rests, and one-ounce
gloves.
All the New York crowd had Flood
money and they had it framed for him
to win, even to a fixed referee to make
cure. Billy Madden was my manager,
and he has often said he never expect
ed to get oft that barge alive. We
wouldn't stand for the fixed referee.
stloklng out for Al Smith, and a fair I
show. We Anally got Smith.
Madden warned me to keep away
from the ropes during the fight, be
cause If I got within arm's reach of
the tough crowd of Flood men I might
get an eye gouged out with a cane by
ome of the thugs that lined the ring.
Flood's strong play was to cripple
his man by throwing htm and giving
him knee and elbow when he went
Sown, Early In the fight Madden said
lo me, after Flood had made several
tries to dump me over:
"John, he can't throw you; why don't
you give him the toss to the floor?"
"Because," says 1, "I want I1I31 to
know that I can lick him without
throwing him."
In the eighth round, when I had
Flood going, the crowd started to cut
the ropes, ao as to make it easy to
kick and gouge me to save their-man,
but Al Smith swore that if they cut
into the ring he'd give the light to me.
Smith took his life in his hands in say
ing that, but it went, and I finished
Mr. Flood. We managed to get home
alive.
Hard Battle After a 20-Mile Walk.
Madden was one of my early friends.
He was with me as manager one year,
at the end of which 1 was champion;
then me and Madden had a growl and
we parted. He has followed th game
from the bare knuckle days to the
present- time of fakes. He was a
fighter himself, and his first real bat
tle was in the same ring at Bay St.
Louis, Miss., where Joe Coburn, "the
Irish lad," and Jem Mace, of England,
fought in 1872.
Just before the Coburn-Mace tight
Madden reached New Orleans, broke,
and tickets on the train out to the
ringside were selling at 110 per. He
was 19 years of age, and, determined
to see the fight, he walked the 20 miles
of muddy, rotten roads. When he got
to the ringside there was a collection
taken up of 1123 for a fight between
any two men present. Madden, at the
end of his 20-mlle walk, hungry and
dirty. Jumped into the ring. He was
faced by Tom Hart, and Madden got
down to business. Hart took an awful
beating, and ho was, helpless, with
both eyes closed, when Jack Ford, a
b-a-d man, who was in Hart's corner,
took a hand.
"You son of a gun," says Ford to
Hart, pulling a big knife, "I've bet 7
on you, and if you don't go in and lick
that- kid I'll cut your gizzard out."
Hart couldn't obey orders, though,
and Madden won. Of the purse of $120
Madden grot $12.60, for they held out
on him at the finish.
Phil Sheridan's Opinion of John I.
General Phil Sheridan once said to
me that if I'd been along with him In
the war he'd have made me a soldier
worth while.
"With a couple of troops of men
like you on good horses," said the lit
tle General, "I'll guarantee to go any
where and do anything." -
A Confederate Colonel I met in
Louisville gave me the tip that if he
had a couple of hundred men built on
my plan in the war he'd guarantee to
ride Into Washington before getting
stopped.
I don't know anything about that
kind of fighting, but it's your one best
bet that if I was old enough to be in
that war you'd see me come out with
a record or I'd come out dead. But
what's the use of that kind of scrap
ping. If the nations would- agree to
pick a dozen of their boxers to settle
arguments with their fists you'd get
Just as much satisfaction and there
wouldn't be half the damage done.
With the right price of admission
there wou!d ba-TOoney. to fix; up the
bloody noses, and we'd lick the world
at that kind of a war.
No not any murder under the name
of war for mine. I think any maker
of firearms has murder in his heart.
He supplies the means to made sudden
death easy. I told a fellow who has
all kinds of money madeout of fire
arms that he ought to be ashamed to
tell about how he' got it. I told him
that be had a lot to answer for be
cause he'd made sudden death cheap
and handy. He laughed good and
hearty and I bad a good mind to give
him a poke.
Trlbnte to the Great Mike Kelly.
There are some great little men play
ing ball today and I haven't a knock for
any of them, but there's never been a
ball-player the equal of Mike Kelly,
Lard have mercy on him. He could
think quicker, make up baseball tricks
faster and put more ginger Into a game
than any man that ever wore spikes.
Mike was full of spunk, he could Blng
a song, tell a story, and although al
ways earning big money he never had
a dollar. 1
Mike was with me when I fought John
Donaldson in Cincinnati in 1880. There
was only- one chair in the place where,
the- fight was pulled off and Donaldson
sat on that, while I sat on the edge of
a trunk. Kelly was puffing cigarette
smoke In my face before the tight start
ed and I roared at him.
"Take that punk away or I'll begin on
you."
"You keep quiet and you'll get all the
fighting you want, for Seaajdsoa -is
Ing to hammer some manners into you
right away," says Mike.
He didn't think that, nor want it to
come out that way, for all his money
was on me, and if I lost he'd have to
walk to Chicago. I got 1198 for licking
Donaldson the day before Christmas,
and the next day when we got a Christ
mas present in the shape of an arrest,
Mike went to work spending all the
money Jie'd made on the fight trying to
square us with the law: I could talk
all day about Kelly, "the $10,000 beauty,"
whose baseball shoes aint ever going to
be filled. Anson, I understand, has been
knocking Kelly, now that he is dead and
can't talk back, but Kelly had a good
deal to do with making Anson, and he
did It while the Chicago club was pay
ing Mike about one-tenth what he was
worth.
For Mystery and the Bass Dram.
One of the men who worked overtime
trying to find some man to wallop me
was one R. K. Fox. If I told all the
things he tried to hand me it would fill
a Hook. At the Paddy Ryan fight Billy
Harding burned up a basketful of Fox's
money betting on Ryan, and Red Leary,
Jimmy Hope and some more gents of
easy money who Were present and saw
the blaze, were surprised that Fox could
do so foolish a thing.
For quite a stretch while on the big
tour I was always looking for some new
candidate Fox was going to shove for
ward to try to get the jiooo I hung up
for any candidate who could stay a few
lCQxLrou9ds with- me, Jvxy candidate that
wore the Fox label "got his"' swift and
hearty as soon as I could lay a glove
on him right. , "
At "Galveston. Texas, when Al Marx
tried for the $1000 I sized him as a Fox
come-on, and when we met In the Tre
mont Opera House I got up steam for
him. We were going about a minute
when I swung on his neck. He went
over the footlights kerplunk and smash
into the bass drum. He didn't come out
of the trance for 10 minutes, and it was
thought the clout had killed him. They
made Frank Moran, my manager, pay
J34 for the smashing of the drum.
But after all, Richard K. Fox did a
lot to help boxing, and never had any
use for four-flushers. He started in
when things were on the level and he
hasn't learned . the new way. I am
glad to say this of a man who certainly
went the limit to drive a lot of spikes
into my coffin.
(Copyright.' 190T, by John T,. Sullivan.)
Mock Funeral Figure la Ducal Suit
London Cable Dispatch in New York
-Times.
A sensational and, perhaps, very im
portant statement relating to the claim
of George Hollamby Druce to the title
and estates of the fifth Duke of Port
land has Just been made by Robert Cald
well, of New York City. If an English
Jury can be convinced that Caldwell's
statement is true. It will go a long way
toward making good the claimant's case.
Druce's claim is based on the allegation
that Thomas Charles Druce, who owned
and conducted, from 1835 to 1864, what
was known aa the Baker-Street Bazar,
was none other than the fifth Duke of
Portland.
Mr. Caldwell declares that he knows
that Thomas Charles Druce and the fifth
Duke of Portland were the same man.
He knew the Duke personally and asso
ciated with him. both at Welbeck Abbey,
his ducal home, and at tne Baker
Street Bazar, where he figured as Mr.
Druce.
"The Duke, being determined to rid
himself and the world of Mr. Druce."
says Caldwell, "arranged the plans and
procured me to carry them out in part.
The Duke arranged that it be given out
that Druce had died, and that a funeral
be held next day from the Bazar. There
was a hearse and a great many car
riages. I should even say 60, which ap
peared to be occupied by employes of
the house In Baker street and some from
Welbeck Abbey. Under instructions from
the Duke. I bought, the contents of the
coffin, which- consisted of several sheets
of lead, held In place by screws. The
lead was placed in the coffin bv myself
and a very old man in the Duke's em
ploy in Baker street."
Lightning at Her Flnger.Tlps.
Wilmington. Delaware Dispatch to the
Philadelphia Press.
Striking shears with whicu she Was .
cleaning her finger nails and breaking
them in three pieces, lighting playe-i
another of Its pecular pranks upon
Miss Mary Himsworth, of Newport,
near here, who is employed in a de
partment store in this city.
Although the shears were knocked
against the opposite wall, the young
woman-was uninjured,