The news scimitar. (Memphis, Tenn.) 1907-1926, 1919-05-30

hothlng ike the usual Saturday night
gatherings OF those days. | stood bach
near the door while awaiting NV prom
lsed motor rid to get any Bronx breeze
Una might come sneaking through thai
way, and did not catch the name ot
Andres adversary as it was m1mbled
by the referee.
Leo Flynn, the old carpetbagger of
Eistiana, who has handled many n
lighter OF high and low degree, came
along, and we stood converslng. NV
PACK was to the ring. | was conscious
OF a familiar shutting of feet on the
canvas and Of the occasional clang of
a gong, but I confess was paying
mighty little attention to the HOSTILE
ties. '
Il don't know, Some bum" 7 an.
swered. echoing both Johnston and An
Wen, he may be a bum" comment
ed Leo, but he's giving Mister Andre
a Jolly fine pasting for himself
men l looked around and beheld "A
pig blackish- looking young man, with
beetling brows, wading into the agile,
astounding one and Shaping him ali
around the ring, using both hands 20
that effect.
That fellow can fight" said Leo.
oraCularly. ~
lie spoke a mouthful, but he didn't
realize then that he was talking about
a man who was to one day knock the
apple or his eye right off the perch,
Leo spent a long time coddling big
BlIl brennan, only to see him smacked
mo unconsciousness by Dempsey. 1t
was long after Leo had first seen Jack
but even that long ago Leo's practiced
eye dlscerned something in the crude
youth that caused him TO pronounce
the Judgment he did. And today Leo
says II Willard wins at Toledo on July
. Flynn will be the brokest man in
forty states.
There was a tremendous commotion
arouhd the ring at the Paramount that
nllght whenever. the big fighters were
In the center OF the canvas. We could
see a large, rat man galloping madly
about and lifting a loud voice in earnest
e~Xhortation to one Of the contestants,
THAT was my manager, Jack Price"
says Dempsey, laughing. "He must have
covered a lot Of ground that night,
and all ] could hear was him hoIlering'
Go on, Jack! Well, 1t was good advice
at that, wasn't it? I think | gave An
Ore a licking. but he was certainly a
big. strong bird"
Tom McArdle rather liked Dempsey's
OWL that night, so he gave him
another match for the following Satur-
day. h time they staked Jack to
wild Bert Kenney, loose-swinging
fellow whose general notion of boxing
was to dash In with both hands flying
In as many directions as possible. wild
Bert was dangerous enough If any OF
his punches landed, but there was no
good reason why they should land on
a careful man.
Billy job was the referee" saws
Dempsey. II had Kenney out In the
fourth round and heard job say ten
but then they dragged Kenney back
to his corner and let him revive. / had
him down in every round, so | guess I
won, all right, although Of course IT
was a no-decision bout, like all the
New York bouts in this days. | got
$43 for that fight"
Despite these two victories, there was
still no mad rush for Dempsey's SER
vices on the part OF the New York
but Jack Price went sweat
ing aroun the town. undiscouraged.
You couldn't bea J. Price for perse-
.yerance, or for sweating either, and
perseverance,, at least. IL bound to get
its reward. 1t came to ]. Price In the
form Of a match for Dempsey with one
the few men who have licked the
Manassas Mauler.
Copyright 1918, by Damon Runyon,