SULLIVAN, THE TANK.Has th* Appetite But Not Pugilist Sullivan’s Appearance.John L.. Sullivan, once the pride of the followers of the prise ring, is putting in his tune in New York city and his advent into a saloon under certain conditions carries just as much terror as in the days when he traveled over the eountiy knocking out any one who would stand up before him and give him the chance Owing to the addition of much superfluous flesh the big fellow now finds It difficult to navigate when occasionally sober and when he has a heavy cargo of spirits aboard he can scaicely get around His breathing resembles a snorting tug pulling a big ocean liner. There are wrinkles in his face and his hair is sprinkled with gray hnd still there Is enough of the old-time Sullivan there for his acquaintances to easily recognize him, in fact any one who ever saw him would know him at a glance Sullivan is a peculiarity in his way. For months he is the head driver on the “water wagon” and nothing willinduce him to imbibe, but when heh^nds the reins to some other fellow there is trouble ahead He goes about from saloon to saloon roaring like a llonr setting them up to the house and brooking no refusal.Some o^ the modern aaloonlsts of GothAxn refuse to stand for John1* patronizing visits at time when his purse 13 empty, and he frequently gets cool receptions in thes$ places, with an invitation to move on The old timers, the men who knew Sullivan well in the days of hla prosperity, are, as a rule, Indulgent with him, and In their places he just about orders what he pleases, has it put “on ice,” probably never to thing of it again.John L. has been broke time after time and times innumeiable friends have come to his rescue and given him a fresh start. He appears to he in constant demand on the vaudeville stage and when he makes up his mind to keep sober for a time he gets out on the road and does welL financially and otherwise. He must weight 35Q pounds and walks around ae though he had a big beer keg fastened on in front in lieu M a stomach. He bdrs very silght resemblance to the John L». Sullivan who toured the country less than twenty years ago offering 11,000 to the man who couid stand before him for the brief space of four rounds. Still the old warrior Is easily recognized. A man not having seen John L in a score of years would know him at once on hearing one of those dreadful growls such as he belches forth when his Ire is aroused or when he Is doing the rounds on one of his jamborees. Once heard, the Sullivan roar is never forgotten.—New York Telegram.