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Show in at the White Houso after a flying tiip from New York and, after waiting wait-ing until tho big sanctum was cleaned, clean-ed, went' In and shook the hand of Uncle Sam's best heavy. The President Presi-dent complimented the Dane on bis honest ring career, looked over his mitts and . cauliflower ears, and then Invited him to put on the gloves. The Dane quickly stripped and, stepping 'Into tho blue room, struck a pose before tho old White House trial horse, "Spider" Loch. Hon. Teddy Trots Out Loeb. "Come on; let's see how you drop-1 drop-1 ed Joe Gans," yelled Teddy Just before be-fore time was called. Tho Battler tore alter "Tho Spider" with both hooks, bearing him down on tho radiator. A rif.'ht to the kidneys and a slam In the Fplno from the radiator dropped tho spectacled "Spider," but he as up in a second like a southern senator. "Show me that liver punch I hear so much about," chirped Teddy from the window sill. Loeb led w 1th the left and was chop-red chop-red in the right side of the ribs with a snappy left that sent a pain meandering mean-dering through his system that felt like an electric shock. "That's the one Canole nicked me with," piped tho Battler as he bolted the old trial horse on both sides of the head. President Says It's "Bully." "Bully stuff." yelled the guardian of the big stick. "Drop him again." The Dane lowered his head and poured a pint of rights Into the commissary com-missary department of "The Spider." He was there, though. Thero was ric quit to the spectacled trial horse, lie had taken many a good beating In his time and came back for more. All along the wall he backed, his head oobbing from sldo to side like a toy rnbbit. and just before the lights went out he saw a stiff right coming for his car. "He'll be all right in an hour or so." whispered T. R.. to the Dane. as. they started in to view the paintings. Fought Three In One Ring. "Here," piped Toddy, "look at this renting, it Is one of Sargent's. Shows me fighting three at once John D., Tillman and Foraker. One with the light, one with the left, and one with the foot. No color line in my game. Why. before that scrap I was In a battle royal at Brownsville and beat them to a frazzle. "I'm the only man ho ever dropped drop-ped John D. for the count, and you know I've been in the gym here for eight years without a stop. You fighters fight-ers nowadays only scrap once a month or so. Gee, If I didn't have a mlxup before breakfast every day I'd die of ennui. I suppose that you're jerry' to mat 'ennui' thing, aren't you? Some Kind of a Duck, Eh? "Sure." piped the man from Hege-v.isch. Hege-v.isch. ' "That's some kind of duck, isn't it? We chase theoi up in Michigan." Mich-igan." "No, no," retorted our best heavy. "Of course, it means ducking work, but the general meaning is of rusti-ness. rusti-ness. that is, on the shelf, or stateness. state-ness. Are you hep now?" "Surest thing you know," replied the Dane, slapping Teddy on the neck, and went out. WHEN NELSON WAS 1 VITH ROOSEVELT (By Tad.) New York, Jan. 21. The two battlers bat-tlers met in Washington, D. C, recently re-cently Nelson and Roosevelt. The world's champion lightweight, Mr, Nelson of Hegewi3ch, 111 , dropped |