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Show here "and I don't know but what I' will, unless tbey force rue out." mighty fine chicken cooJfln" out heah In do kitchen, and ah knows how yon like wntah melon. Wo all have got Home dandies, .Jack." , The champion-on the balcony of hla home paused suddenly as he, caught a '.camera pointed Ills way. 'lest the plcture.be spoiled. He was about to' speak when he glanced at his racing rac-ing car. surrounded by a street full "of dark-skinned "hornefolks." Ho didn't talk. A few rnlnutesTuter a' figure appeared at the door and came struggling through tlie crowd. It was not the gladiator, the triumphant victor vic-tor with lil laurels at his chariot. It was Jack Johnson, Joyrider, and the "battle of the century" was a complete memory, Jack Goes Joy Riding. His new automobile can "go eonie," too. It was 71 miles an hour for a while till It was slowed up by a park policeman. "Here goes the jrofits.r laughed Jack, but tne policeman clasped the ' champion's hand and clouted him on the back. Leaning over he whlepered: "Don't tell any one, you old war-borne, war-borne, but I won $20 on you." "Good," answered Johnson and another an-other whizz and cloud of dust later revealed him at a certain corner "up south." where one may acquire liquid refreshments after a dusty ride. "Now, Jack," tho Associated Press representative asked, "what are you going to do? What about Sara Lang-ford? Lang-ford? What about your mother's saying say-ing you were to quit? What about your trip to Europe also other things?" Going to Have a Good Time. "Glad you a6kcd me all at once," he replied, "because I can say I don't know. I have enough money to last me till next week and I am going go-ing to find out what's doing before I do anything. Sam Longford or any one else better get their money up first and then proceed to whip me afterward. "I have some chances to go to Europe, Eu-rope, but I think the thirty weeka In vaudeville will suit me better. Guess I will have to 'quit' though, whether I want to or not, won't I?" "Did you Hear about the picture-men's picture-men's troubles?" he was asked. "Yes," he answered, "but It does not bother me." "Tbey all told me I was a fool to sell my share for $50,000, but they thought I could nut wnlp Jeffries, too." "Showa How it Was Done. After Illustrating the manner in which he "turned the trick." with a rcproter representing Jeffries (much to the discomfort of the reporter) he said the fight was over and "lets forget it for a while." '"I have not had a chance to drive my car In two weeks," he said, "and golly, I want to get at that machine again." The light Is Indeed over. Friday night he will attend a banquet He sajs he Is too busy having a good time to be bothered, by a replevin suit filed today by Geo. W. Little, his former manager, for a $1,200 ring. His future plans, he says, can be outlined only generally and this Is how he generalized them: Eat, Sleep and Drive. '.'Sleep some, eat a pile of good enables; en-ables; and drive his racer It remains re-mains to be seen whether the thou sands of colored persons who choked the street In front of his Wabash avenue homo for hours and kissed and patted his automobile when they could not reach him, will allow him to dispose of himself thus easily. As to the Herat, he has adopted . a new answer to Inquiries. - It Is a nod, a knowing: wink and, a smile of deprecation and gold teenth. As to his future, he himself says; - "I certainly would like to stay right GREETED MAMMY WITH REAL TEARS CHICAGO. July 7. Jack Johnson, champion, of all champions, is once more at home with his mammy and j his automobile. In Rome, a returning victor was j led Into hla native city with his spoils ! through a breach in the wall ami adulating compatriots rent the air ' with acclaim. ! Today John Arthur Johnson, be&t of modern gladiators, with the modern cestus, came into the city with hla following through a solid wall of people, and ethical Chicago lines' miles of sidewalks with solid ranks to catch a glimpse of the man no one has whipped in late years. It was so much after his own, heart this coming into his own that the champion announced all tentative plans for the future were off. Langford Mutt Put Up Money. "Sam Langford." he asked. "You make me laugh. 1 am not running around now looking for fights. Ixt Langford put up-his $20,000 first, then he can talk. Just now, I am going to rest. I am going to New York Sunday afternoon to begin a thirty weeks' vaudeville tour at least I have contracts con-tracts for that many. If It looks like a good thing, I may accept offers to go to Europe. "Quit? Well, I'll tell you. sonny; I never told any one I would quit, but it looks as though I'd have to, don't It?" Five thousand members of his race and a big sprinkling of white, persons per-sons made the living wall at the Chicago Chi-cago and Northwestern railway station sta-tion when Johnson arrived at 2:00 p. m. Police were swept away like chaff when tho Immense fighter, looming above the crowd, fought his way through hand clasps and good-natured good-natured pats on the back, to a waiting wait-ing automobile. A line of garishly decorated automobiles containing newspaper men (amply cared for at Johnson's personal request) followed his machine until suddenly It was lost. Johnson at the Wheel. Five minutes later, with a rush and a roar, he shot out somewhere in his new lOO-ohraepower car and dashed madly home, where his mother, Mrs. Tiny Johnson and members of his family, waited in the midst of another crowd of thousands. Flags waved, and tlio ornately attired at-tired drum major of a colored regiment regi-ment of state militia swayed to the rjthiu of "America" and "Mistah Johnslng, Turn Me Loose," and other similarly patriotic airs and in tho midst of a mighty roar of. "Oh, you Jack Johnson," the champion alighted alight-ed at his own door. Brings Home Bacon to Mammy. He pushed his way into the house amid deafening roars, and with real tears streaming down lils face, embraced em-braced hla mother. Behind him a compatriot struggled through the ciowd bearing aloft a side of bacon, symbolic of Johnson's own message home: "I'm coming home with the bacon." "You doau need no bacon, chile," the aged Mrs. Johnson cried. "Ah, want to tell you l'zn got a |