The New York herald., 1922-03-05
r OOKIT the arms on him!"
"And the chest!s

sticks out. Some fghtin' face. III say"
"An' pipe them legs. JUS like Demp-
sey's."
"A fine built felier, all right. Looks like
a conner"
Mickey Collins, scheduled to swap wal
lops with Wolf Larsen, Danish fighter,
had just stepped into his corner at the
Pioneer Club the other night The COM
ments Of the fans were justified; we don't
know when we have observed finer look
ing specimen of humanity than Mickey
Collins. 1t was big night for Mickey
and for Jersey City, his home town.
Mickey. in case you don't know It. had
eliminated all the heavyweights in Jimmy
Johnston's far famed battalion Of beefy
Differs and was the man Jimmy consid.
cred the logical opponent for Dempsey.
The battle with Wolf Larsen was calcu-
lated to round out Mickey's experience.
What harm would 1t do to punch Larsen
around the ring for a few rounds and then
polish him off with a right to the jaw?
-
is the only way to keep in trim.
Mickey Collins is graduate OF the Jer
sey City Fire Department. 1t was highly
fitting that the man who used to dampen
fires should dedicate himself to the task
of dampening the enthusiasm of the heavy
weight crop. The Jersey City Fire Depart
ment was well represented at the ringside.
Rumor has 1t that they brought landing
net to catch poor Larsen when Mickey
should send him flying through the ropes.
AS the men put on their gloves jovial
Irishman-an enthusiastic Collinsite-was
heard to remark. Il dinnaw wan iver
seen the loikes iv Mickey. Shure, ray
mimber a thousand hivvyweights. havin'
wint to foights since I was the soize iv
puppy, but do be thinkin' me country
man Mickey is the proize iv the lot. Look
at the lad. me frinds. See what a foine
big broth iv bye he is. Annywan can
see he's foightin' man. At the rate he's
travellin' he'll be the king iv 'em all in
year. On'y few months ago. mind we. he
was a onheerd of amachoor an to-day he's
come an knockin' 'em out so reggylar they
do be sayin, the lyin' scoundrels, he car
ries a blackjack in his glove
May be sintinced to dhrink wather
the rist iv me loife II Micky doant sind
this Lar-r-r-sin through the ropes befure
the sicond' round is over. Marruk me
wurrud, gintlemin."
The gong sounded. The men took the
center of the ring.
Put him to slape. Mickey" cried the
gentleman who had just delivered the
lengthy discourse.
Fire away" cried wag among the
fire laddies.
Mickey. obedient to the command.
started a left jab that landed flush on
Wolf Larsens chin and shook him up. The
Dane, like his countryman Hamlet, started
to brood.
"Attaboy. Mickey" cried the Jersey City
fire laddies.
"Whanderful." exclaimed our jovial
Irish neighbor, Il ixpict a knockout amy
sicond. Mickey's too sthrong for him.
Now with yer roight, Mickey, me bye!"
Mickey was delighted with these in.
dorsements of his efforts. He smiled hap
PLY and gazed fondly at his friends. That.
we insist, is what caused all the trouble:
at any rate, Mickey took his mind OF his
work. In less time than IL takes to draw
your breath Wolf Larsen's capable right
connected with Mickey's jaw. Another
right from the Wolf and 10! and behold!
Mickey Collins. the pride of the Jersey City
irehouse, was sitting on the floor.
"Shure, the lad slipped" cried our neigh
for. Hip him to his fate. somewan" -
"One two. three, four, five, six
"The divvle an ALL" shrieked our neigh.
Dor again. "Ye amt surrinderin'. be We.
Mickey b'ye?"
Seven, eight. nine
Mickey scrambled to his feet.
"Shure, that's a relate" sighed a IA.
miliar voice. Then In a louder tone,
after him. Mickey"
Mickey complied. He went after the
Wolf but on the way he ran into some
thing-another right. Down he went like
sack of cornmeal
bliss me soul. he's on the flure agin!"
moaned our neighbor. "Afther him.
Mickey. Yer takin' 1t too aisy. Doun't be
so confident. 1tll be the destruction OF We
yit. Afther him. me bye, An watch yer.
stiff"
obedient Mickey again tore in. But he
didn't watch himself, we're afraid. He
struck a snag. poor fellow, or a snag struck
him. Down he went again for the count
OF nine. AS he staggered TO his feet we
heard plaintive, "Afther the inimy, bye!
I rayfuse to behave ye can't do Il. Come
now, lad. Pull yersilf thegither."
Mickpv pullad hfrnoaff togathar ~. a ~