The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-03-05
CHAPTER XII

The last thing in the world / could
have figured on was using V. Morgan
Brewster as kid Smith," in the place
of Tuffy Doyle. But before long l was
convinced he was an acceptable sub
stitute. and in very fair shape.
Been training2" l remark.
81 have. Some day 1 may meet a
person who calls himself Raspberry :"
grimly responds V. Morgan.
Ever since the game at Oakport,
Brewster had been changed. Lois
Chambers cruel cut had sliced deep.
There also had been a message from
the malicious Raspberry" in regard to
that episode-enough 10 put any
young man in a vindictive mood. I APP
preciated why a fight would appeal to
". Morgan as a form of relief.
Another thing 1 had noted After
the game with the Three Star leagu-
ers, which Brewster won almost sin
gle handed, the pitcher had been more
popular with his teammates. They
were calling him "Val" and he lived
ii. There was real stuff in the son
of the fruit king.
Freddy Hopper said the change in
boxers would be all right as far as the
promoter and Grindstone We're con-
cerned. Neither had ever seen kid
Smith"
"All Sandow is looking for is a set
up" our press agent states.
"Oi yoi!" / exclaim. IT'S all off.
This dame who doped Tuffy knows he
can't go on. She'll blab to Sandow.
and when he sees Brewster walking
in on him he'll know something has
been framed"
You're right, Squawk," says Fred
dy. But leave it to me. I'll tell Grind
stone that Kid Smith is sick, but we
need the dough and well shoot on his
sparring partner and keep it between
that it isn't Kid Smith. The
fans won't be told at all. Those birds
will love a crooked idea like that"
Hopper was right. Grindstone and
Sandow were very willing to accept an
even softer setup in kid Smiths"
sparring partner, so the match went
under the original billing.
Medbank bugs packed the hall. A
couple of prelims were run off, and
then came the main event. I sat back,
numerous rows from the ringside.
Muddy Clay, Robin Wrigley and
Eczema were In Brewster's corner.
second. When he heard his room
mate was going to battle in place of
DOYLE, he insisted on helping. All the
boys knew Robin thought a lot of VAL
entine Morgan.
1t was pretty bout for four rounds.
Sailor Sandow was in better. shape
than / had expected, lucky for him.
Brewster was certainly handing him a
boxing lesson. Honeydove! How that
baby could go with the gloves! His
left was particularly wicked, and he
was always pushing 1t into Shadows
map.
could see Sol Grindstone cussing
In the corner, and it made me grin in
both corners of my front elevation.
Old Sol would pick setups, huh?
In the fifth round, however, had to
take off my rose-colored specs. Brew
ster began to lose speed, and missed
time after time. Next thing knew
right swing had floored him. He
climbed up, dizzy, and again Topped
under one of Shadows punches.
"Yelow!" Kisses some smart aleck
near me, and l almost busted him in
the eye.
At the count of 10 V. Morgan stag
gersd TO his feet, and the bell rang.
Throwing discretion TO the winds, /
showed my way to his corner, and
worked over him desperately.
something is wrong with me-"
Brewster mumbles. II feel all numb.
But I'll lick him! I'll lick him."
He went out blindly in the sixth
-ound and for three minutes endured
/ beating that sickened even me. Tears
were in Muddy Clays eyes, and Robin
wrigley was pale as a ghost. Yet V.
refused to go under for the
final count. He was still sticking at
he gong.
I'm throw in the towel! It's murder, |
Doy!" l groan.
mol" comes through his puffed lips. |
I'm going to lick him. They blinded |
ne, but I'm going to be camel"
Sailor Sandow came in confidently |
'or the seventh. He lodged Brew !
;ter's wildly failing sarms and tried to |
lrive home his deadly right. One of !
his swings hit V. Morgan high on the |
orehead. The latter's head flew back, I
md he seemed on the verge of toppl-
ng.
Then, as Sandow stepped in, Nor |
rams left glove came up in a last dy-
ng effort. Squarely on the button of
he jaw it landed. The sailor, with |,
'i"tor'' :" bis orssn, had lost it He !