Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-10-24

that the little wrist straps will put al
end to the practice. During the pas
few years an organized gang ha.
been engaged in the pass traffic" a
the Garden, right under the eyes O
the promoters. but they were unabl,
to stop. it. The wrist strap idea is no
entirely new. 1t was conceived by
the promoters Of the Berlin race las
year and worked beautifully. All tht
trainers wore these straps during the
race, and they declared it was i'm
possible to remove them.
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The cows and the pumpkins UP on
| the Orange mountains appeal more to
Charley Weinert, the fighter, than
does his chosen profession these days.
Weinert, to tell the naked truth, is a
very disconsolate boy In exposing
his proposed fake bout with Jim Saw
age he thought he was doing the
world big favor, but he really did
himself an almost irreparable injury.
He thought, in a word or two, to
make himself a hero, and he has
made himself q martyr. Now, instead
of being airy. fairy up in the noun
tains training like a good fellow for
his fight with Jim Coffey down In
Philadelphia next Monday night,
Weinert's conscience is bothering him
to an annoying degree. He is train
ing, of course, but in only half
hearted manner He is sad. morose,
unhappy, and he isn't trying to hide
it. He shudders at the name of Saw
age and he signs at the name OF
Woodruff He would like to be far,
far away from the maddening crowd,
where the Savages and the Woodruffs
would not be in the same hemisphere
Weinert is not only sad. but he is sick
at heart. He would like to be able
to forget all his troubles for awhile
world refuses to give him peace. He
is in the Iimelight-the unenviable
limelight, perhaps-and he must face
the glow
Up In the mountains near Eagle
Rock is where Weinert is training
This is the very spot he used to seek
as a hiding place whenever he wished
to avoid Savage. He is up there now
more than ever since the expose of
the fake, and he is unhappy-oh, so,
unhappy. He would like to train
hard and get in good condition for
Coffey, but he hasn't the heart to put
in his work. He Tolls around, play
ing, kidlilSe, more than training, but |
always with heavy heart and a sad
face. He may forget all about his
and he may see only the bright fu-
ture when he faces Coffey in the ring,
but he will need all he possesses In
the way of ring culture to avoid a
beating at the hands of the Irish
Giant" This bout with Coffey will
be the most important in his career,
and he should make the effort of his
life to win the battle.
O.
AS all the country boys know, this
is pumpkin time. and Weinert is evil
IDENTIFY fond of pumpkins. Anyway.
up near his hiding place in the noun
tains, pumpkins abound, and they are
being plucked and placed in piles for
the market. Playfullike the other
day Weinert sought to rest for awhile
among the pumpkins. A photographer
who had taken several poses of the
fighter was still present, and Weinert
said. kidlike, to him:
"Come on, take me among the
a pumpkin"
The fighter assumed sort of care
less attitude as he invited the pho
tographer to take his picture. 1t APP
pealed to the camera man and he
snapped picture that will always
be known as "Weinert Among the
There is a story in this
picture, too The readers will readily
observe the disconsolate expression
on the boyish face. AFFECT disgust
and anger, and perhaps envy are
there. Standing beside him is his
faithful trainer, "Black Bill" He,
too, seems to be imbued with the at
of unhappiness. Bill tries
to smile, but sickly sneer is the best
he can do. 1t is a most interesting
picture and the fight fans will give
it more than passing glance, |
know.
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Savage will tell YOU, without a mo-