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Show Young Corbett' . Makes Excellent Showing (By Igoe.) "I was born under a money star. I made thousands once and threw them away, but I'll come back and make thousands again." Young Corbett said less than a year ago. Can It be that the great little lit-tle Denver Is going to keep his word? He always contended that he was born to have money, and he threw his eavn- - - Ing to the dogs without batting an eye. ' always believing that the day would return when he could have his autos, his horses and his faultless togs. When he went to a roadhouse re-1 cently to begin training all over again the old guard smiled. "Just another down-and-outer looking for a. shoestring," shoe-string," thev said. Then came the newb that the once great champion of nun jui.i.fjhv all tho little champions had won his flght on the occasion of his return to the little square in which be had earned earn-ed money so fast that he was snowed under with yellow backs. Phil Brock, a fresh, hard-hitting lad, fell before the science and brainy work of McGo'ern's conquerer. That same old guard couldn't believe that Corbett Cor-bett had any fight left in him.' He remained re-mained in New Orleans and Harry Ferns was sent for. It looked as If Corbett would be shown up this time. Fight night came along, and Broadway Broad-way got another shock. So. Corbett wasn't knocked out with the first punch fact is, he knocked Harry Ferns out after having been put down himself. Ferns was never thought to be a coming champion, but still ho was good enough to fight Frankle Madden two bruising battles, and Madden has recently been the star in several National Na-tional A. C. entertainments. Tho news was flashed all over the country, and Corbett, fighting his way down In New Orleans alone, Is being besieged on all sides to meet men of his class. Another wi;i and Corbett will be a drawing card In any first-class club In America. No one begrudes little Bill . Rothwell the good fortune that seems to be shining on him again. He was a picturesque champion, and he'll be a picturesque bidder for the title which slipped through his fingers because he believed that his brain was master over the other fellow's good condition and fighting nature. ' There wasn't a thing that he Njuldn't do In his class, he used to say. "I started oft as a will-o'-the-wisp boxer," he said the other day. "I was like Attell. . I met some of the old-tftne old-tftne cracks In Denver, and I suddenly discovered that it was the puncher who won championships. It had always al-ways been so. I changed my style in the very next fight, and became a punohcr. I think I was successful, don't you? At least I've always been given the credit of having the hardest, punoh any little fellow over possessed. pos-sessed. "It won the championship for me, and it held it for me until they broke my heart by deciding it away from me to Jimmy Britt. That's all past now. I never got a beating and therd's plenty plen-ty left in me. I'll go through them all again. I haven't anybody to whip they don't class with the boy 6 I used to fiog, and they'll yet point me out on Broadway the way they used to the little champion. I wonder." |