The Alaska citizen., 1915-12-20

apolis, while in the Chicago derby he finished in sixth place. The race today smashed the Chicago record of 979 miles an hour.
 HIS RED HAIR
 STARTED MORAN
 NEW YORK. Nov. 6.-'Its my red hair that got me into the fighting game" asserted Frank Moran. the Irish husky who yearns to try con clusions with Jess Willard.
 You see. it was this way" sald Moran. when l grew up to the tender age of 10 years my hair Wa, flaming red. That gave the kids a chance to yell: 'Red-head ginger bread at me. All of which peevetl me considerably. There was onl. one way to stop that trick of the other boys-and that was to whala em into silence.
 Well. it took me about two years to finish the :ob-but l did it. There were lot of the boys in my neiga. borhood and I had to beat them up in rotation. Some Of them Wer' bigger than 1 was anu l had TO tackle those fellows three or four times before I could black-n their eyes or bloody their noses. In my kid days, a fight wasn't settled with knockout; it was settled with a black eye or bloody nose. The kid who scored the first black eye or landed the first gore -producins wallop on the beezer of the other kid was the winner.
 "Practce Eakes perfect, and. as said, constant battling to save my red hair from insult won me all my kid fights in time.
 Fought For Scent Purse.
 My first plizefight was for scent purse. It was staged in a caboose, On my way to school l had to cross railroad track in ono on the Pittsburg suburbs. A ca boose always lay at that point and was used as loafing room Ter the trainmen between runs.
 "One day a trainman hailed me, he said he'd heard I was quite scrapper but he said he knew kid who could beat me up. l told the trainman that didn't care what the kid thought-that l only fought fel' lows who called me 'red-head,
 "'Oh then you gotta fight this fellow. said the trainnan, 'bccausv he keeps on saying that you're just a red headed ginger bread false alarm
 Well, right there said I'd fight The trainman said he'd have the other kid in the caboose the neN' day after school and that l shoulh be around.
 "'The winner of the fight, saii the trainman, will get a nlcke1
 T won the fight. I smashed the other kid right on the bridge of the nose with the second punch, ard not only did his eyes get black but his nose started to bleed too
 Feeced of His Roll.
 After that 1 used to scrap any kids that came to the caboose. Pret- ty soon I had eighteen niCkels tha; I had won. 1 was saving them all until I got dollar and then was going to put it in the ban'1 But I never got that dollar together because I was trimmed by sub stitute trainman.
 "One day the sub called me and told me about a kid who wanted ta fight for a side bet of s1. l told the trainman l only had so cents. The sub said: That's all right kid. you give me the 80 cents and I'll put 20 more to it to make the dol lar I'll act as your stakeholder.
 "The scrap was pulled off next day l beat that kid up considerably and after we had been slugging away fer about five minutes he yelled he had enough, jumped from the caboose and ran away.
 T then looked among the train men for the stakeholder but l ccul not see him. Where's Jim" (the stakeholder) I asked. One Of the trainmen said he'd been transferred to another run that morning. never saw him again-and l never got the $2.
 Since I've been in the fighting game I've been fleeced pretty often and for thousands of dollars at a crack, but no loss ever hurt me like that first one did.
 Some folks have the idea that I got a big bunch of money for my fight against Jack Johnson. l ought to have gotten a nice roll, but the truth is didn't get cent In sev- | On. f r,1r- E,i-r fir' r. 1i1-'-