Mr. Tom, Sharkey in Fur Plays the Pug OracleitV T.\n.NEW YORK. February 2«.—Tom Sharkey Ib going to take another trip to Iliu old country.When?Tliin nu^mer.What for?To find a heavyweight who will fight all corners.Tom was coming1 down in the Pub-way the other night wlnm I met him,ami ho hail on one? of those poor, thin, fur-lined bennya with a chinchilla collar. It's one of those things that look better when they airo turned Insido out; but, anyway, the person of tlila sump Sharkoy was hidden away m aald garment.•Tin goin' over to Ireland this sum-rner,*' piped the ex-deck scrubber, as he folded his arms In front. Tm goln’ to bring back a fighter, too, and one that'll trith this gang of chicken-hearted mutts so bad they won't know what happened; I never saw such ahunch of lobs for fighters before in 1 me life. i'•Imagine thru gang, all over iso pounds, nnd ono afraid of the other, 0'J3rien# Burns, and that bunch. They won’t get In the ring unless they can pick an opponent.And the purses they got. Why, look at tills big boob, Squires, who's conilrY over for a whuck at Jtaff, *Sa.y, if ho couldn't lick that rum In sis rounds I’ll wheel a sack of grapefruit from Philadelphia to New York.Yes, i mfean every word of it. You can nay in the paper that I’ll go back in the ring to get that imported fruit and show him up.My brother . Jack over in Ireland is a 200-juiundor now, ana if Johnny lias improved any In the last year I’ll try him out and bring him back here and shoot _off n Cow rorrmn candles with him that will wake the heaviesup.There's a whole lot of money In this country for a live heavyweight now, and I'll bring one back or jump* off the boat/'