The Brinkley argus., 1910-06-10

U WILL Ouly Dt d ltN ody iiO'N now until we will know who is the greatest fighter in the world. Jim Jeffries and Jack Johnson will step into the arena on July 4-providing, of course, the churches do not manage to prevent it--and there will be bat tie for which thousands are going to travel many miles to see.
 They have selected "Tex" Rickard as referee. One thing that may be said in 'Tex's" favor is that he has the requisite nerve to be the third man in the ring with the great white and black gladiators. That referee job Is goirg to be some work Tex is going to have his hands full from the tap of the first bell. Lots of people thought when he was first selected that it was only a temporary arrangement and the fighters would get together and pick an experienced man. But Tex declared he intended to serve and both scrappers said he would suit them.
 Rickard first came into prominence in the pug world when he pulled off the first Gans-Nelson battle He has seen lots of big fights and knows the game fairly well. Of course he is not a Siler, Charlie White or an Eddie Smith, but he always has his wits about him and he should be able to make the big fellows behave. It is a fact that the big men are usually cas- fer to control in the ring than the lit tie fellows, so, after all, Tex may not have such time of it as some ex- pect.
 When the baseball fans get together and talk about old times it is seldom that somebody does not bring in the name of Amos Rusie, once the star of the New York Giants like Christy Mathewson is now. Ward Jackson, one of Clevelands veteran bugs" told this one:
 "Rusie, like many another star, didn't twinkle any too brightly when he first appeared in the baseball sky He had been loaned or farmed' out to the Burlington ua.) team for the final series of games in the old Interstate league between the Burlington and Davenport hines. The Davenport teams star battery of that year was Rhines and Harrington, afterward with Cincinnati.
 Well, anyway, Rusie did his best to earn his money Manager Chamber lain of Burlington had paid for his services, and after losing one game 2 to l and winning another 1 to came back to Indianapolis on this day 1 am talking about
 Well, when 1t came time for prac- tise-we were playing Louisville that day-there was nobody to warm up Rusie. Dick Buckley was engaged with the other pitchers. Big Amos wandered about the park disconsolate- ly occasionally hurling the ball against the fence or grand stand and retrieving it himself.
 Finally Rusie walked over to the stand and. looking up to the first row of seats. shouted: Come down here. Pop, want to warm up
 "A big, red-whiskered man got up from his seat, took off his coat, hung 1t on the back of his chair and, jump ing over the rail into the diamond said: All right, Amos. my boy. Let 'em come in fast
 "Then Amos's father. his whiskers streaming in the wind, pulled on a | fielders glove and, scorning mask and pad, stood back there by the stand and warmed up his son; warmed up the mighty Rusie who, within a year or two, was destined to become one of the most remarkable pitchers in all the history of the game
 Amos didn't spare his father. He fed him outcurves and inshoots, high balls and low balls, fast ones and teasers. not even forgetting the 'iump balP that was destined to make him famous
 And you should have seen the old man. He never side-stepped a thing. Shoot 'em in, me boy he would say. Put something on 'em, Amos You're working fine today That's the way; straight across and fast.
 Well, sir it was wonderful sight. that middle-aged man in street clothes and with his flowing whiskers of fiery red, standing out there on that blis. tered field, ignoring the taunts and Jeers of the crowd, warming up his beloved boy Amos, who, even then, was giant and hurricane pitcher.
 When the time for the game began Rusle's father climbed back oyer the