The Mathews journal. (Mathews C.H. [Court House]) 1903-1937, 1908-07-09
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say SOC CndncC 10 git some
easy money" said jake Appel.
The seven Appel brothers were
seated in the Office of Caesar, the fight
promoter. He was the eldest of all
the fighting Appells. while jake was
the youngest.
I'm going on the stage" jake
added, pompously.
Aw, gwan, youse talk like a fish,"
shouted Able, the crack feather
weight. They amt none of us but
me kin be on the stage. see? When
beat young Bob Fitzsommons I'll be
havin' million offers, cause cham
poems gifts 'em. But you amt no
champeen."
Hes foolish" said Miah, con-
temptuously. They been kiddin'
him"
jake took on an offended air. He
! scowled at his larger relatives, who
eyed him scornfully.
Let him tell what it is he's tryin'
to do" suggested Caesar, with toll
erance.
Il s'pose nobody but youse guys
knows nothin'?" bitterly demanded
jake. Il got a regular Job at Shin
er's Bowery Theatre, beginnin' Mon
/ day matinee, an meetin' all corners. $"
He's lose his nut complete" de-
clared Morris, the middleweight.
The other Appells gazed at jake
| increulously.
Are you tryin' to kid us?" Monte
Appel inquired, cause your stun
wouldn't get a laugh in forty years.
It's punk. Where'd you get that at,
anyway"
jake sullenly observed the sneer-
ing faces of his relatives He had not
removed his hat and overcoat upon
entering the office, therefore hasty
departure was easy. He got up.
All the know-it-all Appells kin go
chase 'emselves fur all o. mel" he ex-
claimed. Good night"
The door noisily closed after him.
THAT kids sick, I'm afraid" said
Miah anXiously. You don't 'spose,
now, that readin' about lunatics and
that has got him bug? Cause that
talk he was shootin' amt good sense. +"
The family, after earnest discus
! sion of jake, decided that, angered
at not having his name in the fight
, columns like his more famed broth
| ers, jake had merely endeavored to
impress them with his own i'm
! portance. They separated, those indi-
viduals who lived by physical combat
going to their training quarters, while
! Caesar went off to sign a couple of
men for a preliminary at his next
tistic entertainment.
1t was on the next Monday night
that Nav Appel asked Paw Appel
where jake had gone. With sons So
plenteous paw had not missed jake.
"Where, indeed, is it he has gomez"
said he. Il do not see the boy again
yet"
"He blows out wit some guy wear
in big hunk of ice this afternoon. "
Monte, who was not in active train
ing at the time, furnished this news.
Paw Appel remarked that if the
man wore diamonds it was all right.
But no lead ones, you bet" said
the proud parent.
jake Appel, gloom in his young
heart, was in an unventilated dress
ing room at Sinners Bowery Theatre
attended by a smashed nose, little
eyed youth named Micked McGoogle
Messrs. Appel and McGoogle were
slightly nervous, but they did not con.
fess it. Outside the theatre two red
lettered signs announced that jake
Appel, champion featherweight" Col
what locality was prudently omitted)
was meeting all corners twice daily
for three rounds.
Its finding it," said the burlesque
shows manager enthusiastically
stand these dubs off twice a day
! Well put a hurdle up for any guy
who looks tough game"
And l get a hundert bucks an
fifty per cent. of everything after
$4,000 business is did on the week
MY boy" said the manager, Il see
they can't trim you. Exactly. OuI
contract says if you're>knoCked out
only SIS altogether. But we DOM
let you get knocked out. So you're
safe"
Mr.. McGoogle, aged seventeen, and
jake. who was then sixteen, consid
cred it an excellent financial! deal. Ir
pink trunks, an American flag bell
and fighting shoes. Jake bowed tC
his second audience at 9.45 d. m.
The champion OF the Bronx Brick
layers Union was his opponent.
why, he amt no feather-he's
| welter," protested Kid McGoogle.
Are you runnin' my stage or am I
young fellar?" coldly asked the man
ager.
Mr.. McGoogle quieted The brick
laying person obviously was no
aware that in most sets of articles tn
La Blanche swing is barred. He use
it effectively in the first round. u
the second, we'll sponged and fanne
by MIR. McGoogle, jake chased II,