Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1908-07-11
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"AW, gWan, youse talk ike nsh!
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.
"He's 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 1t is he's tryin'
to do" suggested Caesar, with toll
erance.
81 s'pose nobody but youse guys
knows nothin'?" bitterly demanded
jake. II got regular job at Shin
ers 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, 3D." cause your stuff
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,
Low, 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 brothv
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 couple of
men for a preliminary at his next
6stic 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. II do rot see the boy again
yet"
He blows out wit some guy wear
in big hunk of ice this afternoon. I"
Monte, who was not in active train
ing at the time, furnished this news.
Paw Appel remarked that If the
man wore diamonds 1t 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" (of
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 hurdle up for any guy
who looks tough game"
And l get hundert bucks an
fifty per cent. of everything after
$4,000 business is did on the week "
My boy" said the manager, II see
they can't trim you. Exactly. Our
contract says If you're knocked out
only $25 altogether. But we don't
let you get knocked out. So you're
safe"
Mr.. McGoogle, aged seventeen, and
jake, who was then sixteen, consid.
T cred it an excellent financial deal. In
pink trunks, an American flag belt
and fighting shoes, jake bowed tc
his second audience at 9.45 p. m.
The champion Of the Bronx Brick
layers Union was his opponent.
why, he amt no feather-he's 9
welter," protested Kid MeGoogle
Are you runnin' my stage or am l
young fellar?" coldly asked the man
ager.
Mr.. McGQogle quieted. The brick
laying person obviously was no
aware that in most sets of articles thu
La Blanche swing is barred. He useC
it effectively in the first round. II
the second, well sponged and famed
by Mr.. McGoogle, jake chased thu
amateur around the ring, punctuatini
the trip with frequent wallops.
Jaw, mix it up! He's stollin'y
howled the gallery. Make 'em fight
Go git him, kidd"
They clinched
Cant hold'n hit, i.rgued voice
Put your head on his chin, Jake
Lock hold--thats the boy! Goo,
kid"
The bricklayer cravenly quit. /
was Jakies fight.
Fifty dollars was offered to 9TH
man who stays three rounds" i
will be seen that jake had taken Of
large contract. AT each show tn
contestants grew huskler in size
Kid McGoogle labored over mis- char
and jake painted out after the enem
each time, putting them out one b
one. Protest was vain. The man
ager said that If no light men cam
then Jake must meet what materls
, was at hand
"Or no pay" he finished
What size they'll be by Sattiday.
! moaned MeGoogle tearfully.
r jake sighed. He had not bee
home Since Monday. therefore h