Baltimore Evening Sun (29 February 1912): 6.

ROUND 4

Anderson was the aggressor from the stroke of the gong; but both boys showed signs of being tired. A bit of light sparring, doing no damage to either, ended to a long clinch, with Young Cleveland holding on like grim death. The referee had to use a burglar’s jimmy to pry him loose. In the breakaway Anderson landed two left books to the mazillary, which dropped Young Cleveland to his knees. Cries of “Fake!” and “Put him out!” At the count of six he arose, and endeavored to clinch, but Anderson fought him off, though apparently without hurting him. A second effort at clinching was more successful, and Young Cleveland hung on again. While the referee was busy with his jimmy and the crowd yelled derisively, Jake Hook, one of Young Cleveland’s seconds, nervously fingered the towel. Light sparring followed the breakaway, then Young Cleveland landed a feeble right straight to the chest. Anderson replied to it with a terrific right hook, which barely missed Young Cleveland’s jaw. A short jab to the body came soon afterward and Young Cleveland staggered backward. Before Anderson could reach him again the gong sounded. A dull round, with the advantage on Anderson’s side. At its conclusion the police notified the referee that the bout would be stopped unless the boys showed more life in Round 5. The gallery was in an uproar and Young Cleveland was loudly denounced for his timid tactics. Jake Hook tried to make a speech, but was howled down.

From a letter to the editor of The Evening Sun, in defense of anti-vivisectionists whom I lately accused of deliberate mendacity:

I will inform Mr. Mencken that it is personal abuse to attack, as he has done, ladies who are unselfishly working for what they believe to be a humane cause.

In other words, it is my duty to treat them gently, (a) on the ground that they are ladies and (b) on the ground that they are animated by good intentions. Could anything be more ridiculous? Here is a group of folks who manufacture and “edit” evidence, who create bogus and ludicrous “authorities,” who seek to make a mock of the honest and useful work of honest and honorable men and women—and when I call them to book their champions raise the cry that they mean well and are ladies!

Rubbish! The truth is, to begin with, that many of the worst offenders are not “ladies” at all, but men—men who hide behind the skirts of their women associates. Whenever any such man has ventured out into the open I have denounced him by name. And the truth is, in the second place, that the sex of these persons has nothing whatever to do with their doings. A falsehood is a falsehood, whether a “lady” circulates it or a man.

With the campaign against needless cruelty to animals I have no quarrel. On the contrary, I am specifically in favor of it, and have said so time and again. But when that campaign falls into the hands of professional enemies to all medical knowledge, when it is converted into an absurd denial of the whole of modern medicine, when horse doctors, female novelists and theosophists are trotted out as champions to dispose of Dr. Flexner and Dr. Welch, when the explanations and defenses of men under fire are deliberately “edited” and concealed—then it is high time to warn the public.

I am well aware that there are a good many anti-vivisectionists in Baltimore, as elsewhere, who do not engage in such mountebankeries. These persons believe that vivisection should be regulated, as I do, but they do not believe that all vivisectionists are scoundrels and all vivisection a mere excuse for cruelty. My advice to them is that they put their house in order. Let them look closely into the motives of their more extravagant and noisy associates. Let them find out how many of the latter are honest friends to animals—and how many are merely fanatical foes to scientific medicine.

When Bob and Harry get through with that bum Bruce-Fenndall ordinance you won’t hardly be able to tell it from a dishrag.

Contributions to the fund for buying a gold-tipped, diamond-studded rooster feather for the Hon. Jacobus Hook, tickler-in-ordinary to the Hon. the super-Mahon, continue to pour in. Early this morning the Hon. Edward Hirsch sent me $65 that he had collected from local labor leaders, and accompanied the money with news that he would be pleased to contribute a 40-ampere diamond from his famous collection. The employes of the Tax Department disgorged an additional $10 and those of the Old-Fashioned Health Department forked up $18.50. Two charwomen in the City Hall sent 60 cents and “Bob” Padgett sent $50. Thus the fund to date:

Edward Hirsch.....................................................$65.00
Employes of Tax Department............................. 10.00
Health Department.............................................. 18.50
City Hall charwomen.......................................... .60
Robert J. Padgett................................................. 50.00
Old Town M. & M. Association......................... 1.00
Dr. John M. T. Finney......................................... 5.00
“Bob” Lee............................................................ 1.00
Aristides Sophocles Goldsborough...................... 1.00
Harry S. Cummings.............................................. 5.00
J. McC. T. (Annapolis)......................................... 10.00
Belair Market butchers......................................... 35.00
League for Medical Freedom................................15.00
“Billy” Hamilton................................................... 1.00
Tenth Ward Civic League..................................... 3.00
________ $231.10
Previously acknowledged................................... 168.75
________ Total to date....................................................$399.85

The jewelers who are designing the mounting of the feather report that the design will be ready tomorrow, and so I hope to print it on Saturday. Meanwhile, arrangements are under way for the presentation, which will be in charge of a committee of Prominent Baltimoreans.

The standing of the clubs in the National Typhoid League for the week ended February 3:

Chicago..................................2,450 Chicago...........................137
New York............................... 272 Boston.............................000
Pittsburgh............................... 187 St. Louis..........................000
Baltimore............................... 179 Cleveland........................000

Thus the Orioles again shoot the chutes. The heavy batting of the Chicago club seems irresistible. A full-fledged typhoid epidemic, worthy of Baltimore in its palmly days, is in progress out there. Unless something is done to stop it, or we ourselves have a worse one during the coming summer, the Orioles will lose the 1912 pennant—their first failure, I believe, since 1885.