The Alaska daily empire., 1919-06-20

get into a water tank, and the ball squashed the rest of them. My jiminy, how it hurt! I had to quit work, and the guy in charge of the alleys gave me a quarter"
 Two more days of hard and very cold travelling got the wayfarers 10 Pueblo, Colo, and Fishers home, which is short distance out of town. There they met warm welcome. for Fishers mother was glad to see him again, and glad to have any friend of her sons as a guest.
 Carl Sent It Collect.
 "She is a fine woman" says Demp, sey. She gave me $5 and I got a haircut and few other things. Then went to the express office to get the suitcase I had left with Morris in Kansas City, and found that he'd sent 1t c. O. D. There was S2.60 due on it, so pretty soon was broke again.
 | 'I stayed around Fishers for quite while, and made myself useful on the ranch, too I killed a couple of pigs for them and dressed the meat, and did lot of other work. because know something about farming if don't know anything else l Hid Out in sallda. 1 'I wanted to get back home as soon as I could, so after resting up good I went into town one day and nailed Rio Grande passenger train, westbound. was a real good 'bo by this time, and don't you forget 1t! | "The conductor saw me get on at Pueblo, but he let me ride to the town of Florence. I was riding the blind-the front of the baggage car you know-and he made me unload | Then I swung in under on the rods and rode to Salida. had to stay there all night, but kept hid out. because the last time was in Salida I was pretty prosperous, and I didn't want to let the people I knew see me back there on the hummer.
 Then I caught a train and rode to Grand junction, near the Utah state line. stayed there all day and grabbed another rattler on into Salt Lake was home once more, and glad of it. Yes, sir, I was glad" What He Has Done. Dempsey and "Liz" Fisher arrived in Pueblo New Years Day, 1917.
 Only two years ago, mark you, yet within that time the man from Ma nassa has come from rod-riding hobo without a dime to a $27,500 match! Talk about your romance, what do you make of that? er
 Speaking of romance reminds me that somewhere in among his jaunts eastward and westward Jack Demp sey managed to work some of that sort of thing into his life. He got himself married up-how and where deponeth sayeth not. As I gather. it was a matrimonial tie which did not take" and which has since been dis solved.
 It's Part of Life.
 It is not a matter on which feel disposed to expatiate at length, for I know little or nothing concerning it. ! I mention 1t in passing because as suredly those matters are part of a mans life. Sometimes all of it.
 There now befe)l an incident which I am inclined to think Jack Dempsey has often regretted. It was a match with Jim Flynn, the old Pueblo fire man, one of the greatest characters who ever poked a geezer getween the ropes, and hardy individual in the ring in his day.
 Jim Near His End.
 That day was well past and gone when Flynn met Dempsey. Jim was then just an old toothless tiger. with the spirit of combat still strong within him, but without the means of execution. Had Jim's size been commensurate with his fighting heart he would have been a champion. henever he crawled through the ropes the fstic followers knew there was going to be fight and a good fight while 1t lasted.
 They will always remember around New York how Jim took Carl Nor ris, the touted as a championship possibility, and beat him to a geyser or gore in Madison Square Garden; how he later met Jim Coffey at Brighton Beach at a time when they thought they had the Irish giant popped for a big match with Willard. and how Flynn pasted Coffey until 1t looked as if he would knock him out, only to have his own seconds toss in a towel on the ground that Flynn had broken his hands.
 It Was One on Jim.
 Flynn was pretty much astonished at the moment, but afterwards he merely laughed at the incident. The Flynn victory over Coffey that seemed impending when the towel came in would have been serious blow to promotorial plans. And Flynn was never a spoil-sport. In addi tion to all that. he might have done to his hands if he had kept on hurling them into Coffey.
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