The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1908-07-22

edSy nOuey, Sdlu 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
che youngest.
I'm going on the stage" jake
added, pompously.
AAw, gwan. youse talk like fish, y
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
Aavin' million offers, cause cham
poems gifts 'em. But you amt no
shampeen,
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
Jakie. 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-
eiared Morris, the middleweight.
The other Appells gazed at jake
tremendously.
Are you tryin' to kid u.s." Monte
Appel inquired, cause your stuff
wouldn't get laugh in forty years.
It's punk. Whered 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
shat 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-
yiduals who lived by physical combat
going to their training quarters, while
Caesar went off to sign a couple of
men for preliminary at his next
nstic entertainment.
It was on the next Monday night
ehat Nav Appel asked Paw Appel
where jake had gone. With sons 50
Slenteous paw had not missed jake.
Where, indeed, is it he has gomez"
said he. Il do not see the boy again
get"
"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
nan 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
Jettered signs announced that jake
Appel, champion featherweight" (of
what locality was prudently omitted
was meeting all comers twice daily
for three rounds.
"It's 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 / get hundert bucks an
nifty 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 SIS 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-
cred it an excellent financial deal. In
pink trunks, an American flag belt
and fighting shoes, jake bowed to
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 a
welter," protested Kid McGoogle.
Are you runnin' my stage or am l
young fellar?" coldly asked the man.
ager.
Mr.. McGoogle quieted The brick.
laying person obviously was not
aware that in most sets of articles The
La Blanche swing is barred. He used
It effectively in the first round. In
the second, we'll sponged and famed
By Mr. McGoogle, Jakie chased the