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JOHN; L. , WON'T" TALK ABOUT. FIGHtSi AND1
FIGHTERS IT'S POTATOES AND PIGS .r
I've monplogued and I've earned 10.
barrelfuls of gold and tossed them
away. I don't regret any of these
things I've done though some of
them were foolish and I'd do them
When John L. Sullivan was in Spo
kane, Wash.,, the othec day, Fred L.
Boalt of The Day-Book staff was in
structed to get 'fromluni. an inter
view, comparing the 'present crop of
white hopes with the fighters of John
Boalt didn't get the interview, but
here is what he did get: -By
Fred L. -Boalt.
"This is my last season," said John
We thought he was joking, but he
"My last season," he repeated, "I've
got a cow back home that'll cajve in
May, so I've got to get back."
We asked him what he thought of
the present crop of "hopes," of Presi
dent Wilson, of the high cost of living,
and of the Balkan war.
"Nix on that stuff," he said. "I've
been handing out dope for the news
paper lads 30 years and more. But
now I'm through. I've. -fought, and
over again if I was young. But
"I told the bonehead who has
charge of the place while I'm away
to build a stall in, the barn for the
cow that's going to calve, and I've
just had a letter from my wife tell
ing me he has not , done it. I've got
to get there before the calf does.
"I've got "70 acres back in Massa
chusetts and that's enough. I raise
potatoes, and if the people don't eat
'em.the pigs. will. I've got 50 pigs.
"My wife is there and she's lonely.
She wants, mejb 'give, up traveling ,
about, but uritilTafely I couldn't see it
her way. But somehjpw the notion's '
got me 4to quit the' circuit and go
home to stay.
"Cheese it, now! I. don't care
.whetfier Luther McCarty is wcjrthy to
wear- the. Crown I once wore or not.
I won't compare present-day fighters
with those of my time, -.f-can raise
as good potatoes as anyone ; I've got
to be on hand when the calf arrives,
,and I'm going home." - J
- " This interview is. absolutely unique.
""Yes, ma'am," saM Harry,-the out-o'-wurk
man, "I know I look like a
strong man, but oiit,of my fifty years
oiPlife I've spent over sixteen years
in bed." "Why, you poor-man!" re
plied the lady, sympathetically, hand
ing him a copper. "What has been
the trouble paralysis?" "No,
ma'am," said Harry; "jest a reg'lar
habit of sleepin' eight hqurs a day.
First Old Maid Well, .you know,
marriage is a lottery, and I truly be-
lieve it is. Second' Dftto So -do I. .
But where do you suppose I could get
a tiaket? -t