The news scimitar. (Memphis, Tenn.) 1907-1926, 1920-03-30
TAD'STID-BLTS
THE GREATEST FIGHTER.
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Apropos of your greatest fighter
ever saw discussion, allow me, as
reader OF your column, TO stick my beak
into the proceedings about a bird whom
l consider the greatest thing that ever
listened to the mathematical eloquence
Of any third guy in the ring; ,
1t was at one of the clubs around
East New York, where ! live, that My
Champ was discovered. He was ham
and a beaner. if one ever lived, and one
night was put on in one OF the preilms
of the clubs weekly show. 1t was GUS
tomary to hold dances at this club on
other nights, and as some sort of
marked racket had been held few
nights previous, someone discovered
weird looking false face in the dress
ing room. Intent on giving the boys
out front laugh, the guy who matched
the prelim boys suggested r. my cha1n
that it would be. a good idea to wear
fans a laugh, and thereby become pop
ular. My champ, in whose head-brain
was a foreign substance, consented. He
was so dumb he probably would have
consented TO his own eectrocution had
that been suggested.
Well on went the false mush and to
the slaughter he was led. The referee,
quick to grasp the situation, announced
my champ as "False Face Dovle.
When the alarm" sounded off went
my champs false mush and lnto me
war he sailed,
I'll shrek to the multitude that my
champ was dude. He was tougher
than a boarding house steak, and could
sock like an epidemic, The other baby
was liberal donator of healthy smacks,
too. but my champ could take more
punishment than Ford. He didn't
know any more about boxing than an
elephant knows about appendicitis, but
he had the happy faculty of taking it"
and shoVing his mug out for another
porticn--which was seldom dsnied hinA.
Wei. those two birds battled like a
married couple for three rounds, when
my champ contributed hefty right
| handler to his opponents banquet hall
The other guy was seized with an at
| tack of acute indigestion or yellow
| jaundice, or something, and spread his
anatomy over the ring la Reich. My
| champ was a riot with the two-bit GUS
| toners, ad so it was later announced
! in the ring that False Face" Doyle
meets a good boy here next week.
The following week the mob was on
! hand to see this mysterious bird in ac-
| ton, Presently he entered the ring
| waSed his mitt in response to the
! greeting from the gallery committee,
! and sat down in his corner, wearing the
same false mug he had on the pre-
| Viuus week.
tinally the gong sounded ard the
boys We're urgently requested to com
| NIT homicide or something, My
| champs seconds neglected to remove
| the false front piece, so the poor zap
walked to the center OF the ring at the
! same time trying desperately to remove
| The pseudo map with his gloved hand.
His opponent, tough citizen, who
| guided the destinies Of a pick and
shovel in the daytime, did not walt
| for instructions, and before the referee
could prevent it, started one from the
exit gate that landed clean on my
| champs kisser.
My champ went out-colder than a
| landlords heart.
Thus departed from pugiistic exist /
ence False Face" Doyle the greatest
fighter | ever saw. Yours truly.
JACK BLANl[E.