The evening world., 1911-02-18
Latest Amateur Boxing
Sensation Has NeUer
Seen Professional Fiqht

residence OF the great amateur boxer.
II don't believe Frank is In. but III
see.' said his mother. Who answered
the knock on the tenement door.
Frank has been . wonder since yet
ne won the 'champeenship.' and he's
visiting nit the fellers who keep the
bird store. They're friends nit him.
and there's hardly any time but wha:
he's there lookin' At the ~pidgeons." sad
Mrs. Hufnsgle as ene shooed back In
Vulnerable Hufnagles from the sliShtfy
open door.
Hes a good boy-my Frankie. lie
brings his wages home TO me every Sat-
urday night. He's nbe mH the family.
and | don't see no harm IN him boxing
NIT the boys. Some day. perhaps. he II
be a 'Champeen.' IL he IL, then he viii
bring in more cash than that KNOCK.
about Brown, bel.evg me-"
But TO so back 4 way: When the
writer was wanderlnf along through the
wet snow ne was retailing a time when
he looked up Jimmy Britt. Jimmy lived
in as remote a part OF Frisco as could
be imagined; and 1t seemed funny to be
looking for a coming champi2n 50 far
from the mainartery OF tho town. Huff
magic, ne With the great wallop In local
amateur boxing circles. apparently lived
as ~obscurely as did Britt in his early
days as a fighter. And. strange to say.
our local boxer has many OF the man
ner!snls affected by Britt. lie Is about
:he same size. looks and talks Ike
Jimmy.
His First Fight Last September.
Last September | was nineteen years
~ age. Then I fought in a regular -ins
for the first time in my l!fe," said Hut
magic. 1T was in the amateur cham
pionships, and | won the '1l5' title.
"Id beer chasing around one OF the
parks with a gang-we were always
fighting between ourselves. and III
learned to handle myself some. II was
not so bad; We weren't tough, but just
full OF young animal spirit. Every kid
ook care OF himself. and ! was always
on the job when It became necessary TO
defend myself.
George Obcrmeyer, the runner who
completes for the National a. c.. saw
me running around the park one even
ing. He came up and asked me TO come
over to the club and learn how to run.
well, l wandered into the clubhouse
one night and did some exercise. When
| got tired OF the weight machines
took q look around. There were sew
eral sets of gloves hanging on the wall
and Henry Lott, the boxing Instructor
asked me II Ia like 10 put 'em on.
"IIe said, 'you'll do and from that
tine on / have been boxing at every
! opportunity. Z work three nights
week IN the clubs gymnasium.
TIE other night | took my father
W 10 see me box at the Irish-Americar
Club. 1t was the FIRST time that hs
had even seen gloves on my hands
He and my mother are both Germani
and he could hardly realize that NJ
has a 'champeen box-tghter' in hi
family.
I'm in love with the game SAT-
Hufnagle. but It is not my intention
10 take up the professional end unit
some time In the distant future,
have not missed a days work at m,
trada-rm a press hand. Running /,
die machine. stamping out hinges anS
door plates, developed me to e grea
extent. and I'll never give up the trad
unless l ind that | am suited for tn,
professional boxing game,
Not Afraid Of a Wallop.
Don't believe for n minute that
young fellow who has been brought vi
10 take care OF himself Is afraid Of
wa!iop," said Frank. why, when
fought Harry Alexander In the frs
bout the other night he foored III,
within tho frst few ecoads. I didn'
mind It much, only everything wa
upside down. I looked al my second
Lott, and he vas standing on his head
MY feet were where my head SHOULD
have h~een--only 1t wasn't, Anyhow
when l managed to got on my fee
again ] had but one idea In my head
and that was 10 put Mr.. AleNande
down-just for the fun OF the thing,
continued young Hufnagle,
'I've never see a pro fight In m,
' life. but ! imagine that I'd 10 able I
take care Of myself In a bS.tle wit
/, any one OF my own welsht.'V