The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-08-21
Champion Always Willing to- Remember" Old Buddies and to Donate a Bill or Two
By SPARROW M'GANN special Correspondent of The Age Herald (Copyrlght, 1921. by The Age

Copyright 1891. by The Age Heraid0
 New York, August 20.--Jack Demp- sey will soon face the necessity of sig ming up with another $500, 900 battle, If he does not stop giving away money. Jack isn't spending it. The hoboes are getting most of it. He is just giving it to Kansas City Red" Bill, the Sawbuck," and other knights of the brakebeam and the hayrick and the 15-cent lodging house who have come to hail the champion heavyweight battler of the world as brother. Jacks hand is Tn and out of his pocket almost all the time
 He isn't spender. That is to say, he is not a spender of the types of the time champions who would line friends and fiatterers up against a bar and buy real wine until the barkeep's arm got tired ringing the cash register. Jack is a simple liver. and his wants are modest. You couldn't give him a great big dia- mond; that is. if you stipulated that he wear it.
 There Is no flare about him. Unob- trusive clothes. plain fare and g. diff fident manner; that's Jack. In this connection. there is a little story
 
 to an exclusive golf club. He liked the links and played several times, but one day in the clubhouse 1t came to his ears that some supersensitiye m emb Der had objected to his presence on the course. This objecter had not met Jack. The~mere idea of a fight CT playing at his club had excited his puritanical ire. Well. Jack never went there again. He couldn't be dragged there.
 T don't like to go where I'm not wanted" he said quietly. You know there are lots of people who object to fighters"
 But to get back to the hoboes. lack will be walking down the street. A man with all the earmarks of a knight of the road will sidle np. Hello, Jack; remember me? I'm To- ledo Harry. You and I hopped a freight car outside of K. c. Mizzo, back in 191e."
 "eure. sure." Jack grins boyishly. Hello, Terry" fOf course he never saw the man before in his life; at least, if he did. he didn't remem- Der it.
 Just little bit down, Jack. Been carrying the banner around here fer two weeks. If you got a stake--''
 strinsing Guy
 Sure, Terry" Out comes a bill and Jack breezes merrily on his joy ous course. In these days, that course leads to the seashore, where he bat ties with the waves and has the time of his life.
 Coming back to his hotel, it is rare If some disreputable guy doesn't slip alongside with his hand out and chirp; Hello. Jack! How's the old champeen? Remember when you and me"
 Sure; hollow, old mani Without further ado, Jack comes out with a bill. slips it into the grimy paw of the hobo, and beats it up the stairs three at time.
 Poor mutts," Jack will say Things always break against them: against a lot of them, anyway. know how it is. There have been times when I would take stake myself"
 That's the sort Jack Dempsey s.
 For the Smen, or for the sort os men, who knew him in days far less bright than those of the present, ne has nothing but friendship and pleas ant recoliections.
 He Is one of those men who have succeeded. who dont want to murdsr every T knew him when" guy that falls across his path.