The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-04-07

l and finally went to one of the pro motors and got little bit heavy with him.
 Your face is stale around here. You'd better go some place where they don't know you" he said.
 1 suggested battle and he ordered me out of the place.
 'We want hitters; we don't want you lady tappers," he said.
 Right about that time l received a letter from a friend, Billy Newman. who was down In New Orleans. He suggested that I come down south, as there were lot of openings for lightweights. I finally did go south, and I worked around there for three years.
 Most of my work was no-decision fighting with town prides," and they were so easy that l could fight two or | three times week and didn't have to do much training. I had several hard bouts, however and many interesting experiences.
 A promoter in Savannah wired me an offer of S36O for a 15-round bout with Jack Mcclure. I had never heard of McGuire and l got suspicious over the offer, because it was the biggest purse that I had ever been tempted with. l made some inquiries about Mcclure, and the best I could learn was that he was a savannah product and was not a ringer, so I &C., cepted.
 Getting Even 4itE the H Cops.
 When l arrived in Savannah found that he was a middleweight police man. and sure enough middle weight. The town was greatly ex- cited. and he sent the chief of police around with message:
 Tell that bum I'll knock him dead in a round.'
 There was no chance to run out on 1t. and the purse was such a tempta- tion that l decided to take a good beating for it if necessary. McGuire. however. proved to be mostly bluff. He was strong, swinging fellow. and I jabbed him silly l believe 1 could have knocked him out in another round.
 Some time later I drifted into small town the name of which I hesi- tate to mention, because the con- stables may still be around. I was offered $40o for the bout, and when went to cash the check the next morning I was told that the promo ters had only $3o deposited. I took the thirty and started out looking for the law. l was referred to the town justice of the peace, and he said: "Young feller. I'll fix 'em. The law Is on 'em.'
 He suggested that I stick around a few days. as Yankee Swartz ar/l Joe Mandot were scheduled to fight at the same club and that the t/asury might be raided legally.
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 The Bankrupt Club.
 On the night of the fight he sum moned two constables, who met me fully armed, and we journeyed to the club. We stayed outside until I fig ured that they had taken in s400, then we descended on the box office. The constables pulled their guns. flashed big tin badges and seized the money drawer. They came out with a roll of bills and counted out s400 for me. They then whacked up S1O0 between them, and we beat it.
 Swartz and Mandot had been guar anteed $250, and they didn't get a cent, as the show blew up and the promoters left town with the strand ed club behind them.
 The south was getting pretty well fed up on Britton by that time, and Britton was getting itchy feet again, so I hit out to California.
 Meets Mrs. Britton.
 One of the big events in my life happened on that trip to the coast. I went into one of the hotels to send telegram to New York. and l caught sight of very attractive girl at the stenographer's desk. On inquiry I learned she was Miss Rena Norton. She later became Mrs. Brit ton and the mother of my four lit- tie Brittons.
 My difficulty in collecting that s400 purse and the way I had it put over. on me by Ritchie convinced me that needed manager. In the next