The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-03-23
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N AM STUBENER ran through his
 mail carelessly and rapidly. As
 became manager of prize
 fighters, he was accustomed to a various and bizarre correspoudence. Every, crank, sport, near sport and re former seemed to have ideas to impart. to him.
 From dire threats against his life to milder threats, such as pushing in the front of his face. from rabbit foot fetishes to lucky horseshoes, from dinky 5erkwater bids to the quarter of a million offers of irresponsible nobod- ies. he knew the whole run of the sur prise portion of his mail. In his time haEang received a razor strop made zDom the skfn of a lynched negro and finger, wdthered and sun dried, cut from the body of 8 white man found in Death valley, he was of the opinion that never again would the postman bring aaim anything f1at could startle him.
 But tzris morning he opened a letter that he read q second time. put away in his pocket and took out for third reading It was postnarked from some unEseaRd Of posHozHce in siskfyou coun- tx. and it ran:
 Deer sam-Xou dou't know me, except nzy reputatton- You come after my time, ana I've been out of Sz1e game long time Bzz<. take t from me. Eain't been asleep Eve 1uflopued the whole game and I've 1ouoVrea you from fhe t2rue Ka1 Altman knocked you out Of your 1aat handling of Na3 Bezgon. and take fl yo1sre the nifti- est <zang in Kha line of managers that ever Gams down the pike
 grea4eS& unlEmown that sver happened. T1Hs afurt con It's the straiIyht goods. What 60 you think of husky that tips a. "A zs tssenty-4wo years old and can hit q kfck tw1re aa hard as my best ever7
 Tnzes h1ms my boy. Young Pat Glendon. tha<B tl1e Rans he'll light under I've piau..od it an out. Now. the best thing you can do 1s hit the first train and come mp here-
 ever had i'm my head I've amnnered into his And maybe you won't believe it. but hefs added to it He's born fighter He's wonder at time and distance He just knows to the second and the inch and he don't have to think about 1t at all Ills six inch jolt is more the real sleep medicine than the full arm swing of most
 Talk about the hope of the white race. This Is him Come and take peep. When you was managing Jeffries you was crazy about hunting.
 Come along and I'll give you some real hunting and fishing that will make your moving picture winnings look like 90 cen ts. I'll send Young Pat out with you. ain't
 
 ing for you
 I was going to manage him myself, but 1t ain.t no Pm all in and likely to pass out any time. So get move on. want you to manage him. There's a for tune in it for both of you but want to draw up the contract. Yours truly,
 PAT GLENDON.
 stubener was puzzled It seemed. on the face of it. a joke-the men in the fighting game were notorious jok- erE-and he tried to discern the fine hand of Corbett or the big friendly paw of Fitzsimmons in the screed be- fore him But if it were genuine. be knew 1t was worth looking into.
 Pat Glendon was before his time, though, as a cub. he had once seen Old Pat spar at the benefit for Jack Dempsey Even then he was called -Oid' Pat and had been out of the EinG far years. He had antedated Sul- hvan in the old London prize ring rules. though his last fading battles