A wild-eyed woman, her large face splashed with her husband's blood, sat at the edge of a prize-ring, screaming something. "Hit him in the slats, Bob," said she, addressing her husband, Pugilist Robert Fitzsimmons, "in the slats." In the 14th round, he took her advice, let his left try the middle of his debonair, dancing opponent; the referee's arm rose and fell: James J. Corbett ceased to be heavyweight champion.
After that he tried to come back, failed, settled down to the life of a gentleman and memories. His gentility has become recognized...
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