The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-10-25
From Joseph Medill Patterson's Novel,
 Rebellion"


 Rebellion"
 THE preliminaries had been fought off; there was the custom A ary nervous pause before the wind up. Young men with official caps forced their ways between the packed crowds with peanuts, ham sandwiches and cold bottled beer" The announcer, tall young man In shirt sleeves, who looked as if he might be fairly use- full citizen himself in case of differ ence, made the customary appeal.
 tul-men, on account of the smoke In the at-mos-phere, I am re- quested to request you to quit smok- ing" tPause.) The boxers find 1t dif- fcuIt to box in this atmosphere, and you will wit-ness better encounter if you do." Applause, but no snuffing Of torches.)
 "The final contest of this evening 8 proceedings" called the announcer, first to one side of the ring, then to the other, will be between Johnny Fiteon and Kid O'Mara, both of Chicago, fer tn bantam weight champ -nship O tn world"
 
 the announcer, being gifted with the dramatic instinct. knew how to work up his climaxes, which, so far as ha personally was concerned, would cul- minate with the tap of the gong for the first round. It was his affair to have the house seething with excite ment when that gong tapped. "Gen-tul-men," continued the an- nouncer; then he spied two plumes way ing in the middle distance and made the amend, to delighted sniggers Ladies and gen-tul-men, take pleas ure in inter-ducing Runt Keough of kPhil-ur del-fy-a."
 A diminutive youth with a wise face stepped in the ring and bobbed his head to the cheers, and muttered something | to the announcer. "Runt Keough hereby challenges the winner of this bout for the championship of tn world In the | 115 pound class, to a finish" A tumul: ensued. The Runt backed out of the ring to hoots of "fourflushers" and howls of appreciation.
 "Ladees and gen-tul men, I now take pleasure in in-ter-ducing to you Mr. Ed I y Fiteon, who wears tn bantam weigh, crown O tn world"
 The crowd made evident it's vehement gratitude for Eds share in Johnny's creation.
 "Chee." whispered Moxey to Al, as they sat close Snd rapt, with shining eyes, on the dollar seats high up and far away, they'd tear up the chairs foi Johnny's mother If they'd perduco her.
 But now something was happening b, the east entrance. The cheering sud. denly ceased. A low, anxious, buzzing whisper ran over tho entire assem- blaze. Men stood up to look eastward regardless of mentions from behind ts sit down. Something was cutting through the crowd from tho east en trance to the ring. It was Kid OMart In his cotton bathrobe preceded by gigantic mulatto and followed by tw, smaller CaucasiaDs. s
 Moxeys boney fingers dug suddenl, into AIS biceps. Kid. you gotta do 1t Kid, you gotta" he whispered. "Oh fer Gods sake. Kid"
 Al was surprised. Arc you witt O'Mara?" he asked
 Am l with him?" answered Moxe. with sob in his voice.; "am I witt him--he's me cousin"
 s"O'Mara your cousin?' feSsf ! "Lipkowsky's his right name--sam as mine. Look at his beak and sec"
 There was no doubt of 1t. xxi O,Mara's" proboscis corroborated Mox ,ey's claim
 Johnnys entrance few minutes late l was still more effective and his recep } ton warmer. Fight fans are courtiers always with the king. : When the two boys stripped, Johnn, , showed short and stocky, the Kid lanl { and 1.-the. Johnny depended on hi punch, the Kid on his reach. 7 They fought ten rounds and 1t wa called a draw, probably a just decision linasmuch as the adherents of each con ] ltestant proclaimed that the referee hu lbeen corrupted against their man.