The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1908-07-15
!: !. She Fighting ..
EE{EEEEEAppoI Family: w /
~ 49,
go
SIS

Day, L SOJ q SlloiiSI W SN SO"S
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, swan, yousc 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' a million offers, cause cham
poems gifts EN-. 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. 81 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 u.s." Monte
Appel inquired, 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 vas easy. He got up.
g 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 a%nxiously. 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 e~ndeavored 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
fstic entertainment.
1t was on the next Monday night
that Nav Appel asked Paw Appel
where jake had gone. With son 50
plenteous paw had not missed Jake.
Where, indeed, is it he has gomez"
said he. II do not see the boy again
yet"
"He blows out wit some guy wear
In a 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 vas 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 nrudently 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.
Wen put a hurdle up for any guy
who looks tough game"
And I get a hundert bucks an
fifty per cent. OF everything after
$4,000 business is did on the week. $
my boy said the manager, II sec
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"
MI. McGoogle, aged seventeen, and
jake, who was then sixteen, consid.
cred it an excellent financial deal. In
pink trunks, an American flag bell
and fighting shoes, jake bowed t.
his second audience at 9.45 p. m.
The champion of the Bronx Brick.
layers Union vas his opponent.
Why, he amt no feather-he's &
weller, protested Kid McGoogle.
Are you runnin' my stage or am I
young fellar?" coldly asked the man,
ager.
Mr.. McGooSie quieted. The brick.
laying person obviously was no
aware that in most sets of articles the
La Blanche swing IS barred. He uset
it effectively in the first round. II
the second, we'll sponged and famed
by Mr.. McGo0gle, jake chased the
amateur around the ring, punctuatins
the trip with frequent wallops.
CAV, mix it up! He's stollin',
howled the gallery. Make EN- fight,
r Go git him, kid"
They clinched.
Cant hold'n' hit, argued a voice
"Put your head on his chin, jake
Lock hold-that's the boy! Coco