South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1921-03-10
CHAPTER VII.

Lester Lloyd Simpson-Simp for
short-was better at swinging a bat
than a towel. one round of him i'm
fluffy Doyle's corner made that plain.
He was assisting me in seConding our
Wildcat middleweight i'm his bout
agairs- a Fir Forks champ, but he
was about as much use as a set of
opera glasses to "a blind man. He
upset the water bucket. and tapped
towel as if his arms were broken.
Come ont Come on there.
Simp" 1 exhort. Turn over in
your grave, or III be paging Sir Oil
Yer Lodge to look you up.
was not in blithe and merry
mood. Not only had the vanishing
of V. Morgan Brewster fused me
up, but the Saturday night smoker
was proving the bunk. Muddy Clay
had gone four very ladylike rounds
with a poor local dub. Muddy
didn't have the heart TO cut him TO
/ pieces.
And now fluffy Doyle was ming
ling with another ignorant boy. In
the first minute he busts the kid ON
the chin so hard that he scared him
stiff, and it hurt Tu1y TO go on with
the mill.
It's murder to cut loose on a yoke
( like that" fluffy growls. I'm
afraid To crash him in cold blood"
you knock him cold," 1 whis-
per, as the gong rang for the second
round. mo use monkeying around
with him"
But Doyle wouldn't smear him.
The so was as tame as the bout be-
fore it. and 1 could hear the crowd
razzing us good and plenty.
A regular ringster would have
| pounded either of those tyros with
/ out mercy. and never felt a twinge
of conscience. Ny college gIadiators
couldn't bring themselves TO look at
a mill from the cold-blooded view
point of an old fighter. SO two
/ cheesy contests resulted
/ I hoped the wrestling bout between
Tiny Crumb and Logger Bulge.
which wound UP the show. would
provide a few thrills.
"As boxers. our boys are great ball
players" mUrmurs Freddy Hopper.
our publicity expert, who was with
us IN Fir Forks. and who already
knew every blind pig in the place
Crumbs graphing rival Logger
Bulge. was a powerful monster. re-
markedly muscular.
"That big OK is strong" tell Tiny
He'll give YOU a real workout. bu,
you oughta be able TO fox him."
At the end of an hour. however
when the time limit was up. neither
man had secured "a fall. Tiny had
several chances. but failed TO grab
'em. and once or twice that big bull
had bounced our outdeIder around
lpretty rough
AS the referee called things off
land the crowd started To- pile out of
the hall. I heard lotta erowlinr
and grumbling Suddenly one bird
climbed into the ring.
Boys he cries. II amt gonna
stand for this. We paid our good
money 10 see action. and these bird.
came in and stalled. We saw a
couple boxers refuse 20 get in and
mix, and then comes a cheese wrest-
ling match. They can't get away
with that stuff in Fir Forks They
need a lesson. and they're gonna q
get It. As the marshal of the town
/ place the boxers and the wrestler
under arrest. They'll be held unit
Justice Griggs gets back Monday"
Cheers broke loose. Furious.
pushed my way 20 the marshal.
What's this?" I yodel "Yol
can't pull that smaIl-town STUFF
Hold US till Monday, The boys hav,
10 play ball tomorrow"
you keep your trap closed ol
you'll march in with them" snarl,
the marshal. Ball game or no bal
\ game. they'll stay in until Jusuc,
Griggs set bail for EN-. and he won't
be back until Monday morning"
And. while we Wildcats stared like
dumb bells. Clay. Crumb and Doyle