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SHOWMAN
move it to some other state. Florida had no anti-prizefighting law, but that didn't make any difference to the governor. He said no. Jacksonville took it to court, fought it clear through to the State Supreme Court. While the case was pending, the governor summoned the militia and camped them round the arena that Jacksonville had built to stage the fight in, a young army with the sole purpose of keeping the fair name of Florida from being besmirched by prizefighting. When rumors arose that we were going to take the fight into Georgia, the governor of Georgia lined the border with his own militia and announced to the world that no bruisers would be allowed to come and pollute the holy soil of Gawjuh, suh! We were about as popular as a colony of lepers trying to register at an Atlantic City hotel, in spite of everything Jacksonville itself could do.
The night before the fight the Supreme Court of Florida handed down a verdict sweepingly in our favor and we could laugh at the governor. But it was too late to save the fight from being a financial flop. For weeks the papers all over the country had been playing up our difficulties with the governor, and the fight fans who would ordinarily have swarmed to see Corbett defend his title had decided that there was no use traveling all the way from New York and Chicago when there probably wouldn't be any fight. What's more, the militia stuck around regardless, armed with guns and bayonets and, when we opened the gates for the fight,
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