Speaking of the great John L., we suppose that "Handsome Jim" Corbett is the only old time champion who can at all aspire to Sullivan's place in public esteem. ---- We seem to know the tune of this anonymous contribution, but we never have heard these words before: We're in the trenches now, The slacker milks the cow, And the son of a Hun Must skeedaddle and run, For we're in the trenches now. ---- FOR A LIVE SPORT PAGE. ---- THIS IS poor apology for * * * A LIVE SPORT page but it * * * MAKES A beginning and * * * SOMEBODY had to do it * * * AND I was the goat but * * * WITH YOUR help we'll * * * DO BETTER next time if you * * * WRITE US some notes from * * * YOUR CAMP and send us * * * SOME VERSES for * * * ONE GUY can't handle this * * * ALL himself and * * * ANYBODY could do the job * * * BETTER than I can you know * * * WE WANT to find a * * * REAL SPORTING editor somewhere * * * AND WISH this job * * * OFF ON him and then * * * WE'LL buy a cable from * * * BACK home and tell him * * * TO HOP to it. C. P. C. ---- INDOOR SPORTS ---- SATURDAY NIGHT. First you take a basin, Place it on the stove, Wait about an hour or so, Shoo away the drove Of your jeering billet mates Betting you won't dare; Then you spread a slicker On the floor with care. Next you doff your O. D., And your undershirt. Wrap a towel 'round your waist, Wrestle with the dirt; Do not get the sponge too wet-- Little drops will trickle Down a soldier's trouser legs-- Golly! How they tickle!