The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-03-24
ewChamp Of Bantamls
 Is Fooler
Looks Like He Might Live With Fresh Air And \
 Lot Of Eggs
By wEsTsRook PEeLER

NEW YORK, March 22.-Abey Gold stein Is one of those half-grown young men of a very familiar type in the east side ghetto of New York; with sallow face, more or less scuffed up, which is also rather typical of the east side. His complexion is about the color or the underside of a founder.
 You'd say that with lots of fresh milk and eggs and mountain air he might live six months, provided he re- ceived the breaks of the luck. Abey doesn't look like an athlete, taking the college oarsman or trackman or weight man as an example, with his apple cheeks, his bulging chest and his big way of walking among people. Abey walks with a slight droop to his mar row shoulders as though always ex- pecting a Cossack to ride along the curb and let him have a cut over the back with the knout or the flat of a saber.
 StilI, He's Champion
 Still, he's a champion of the world. having won the bantamweight title from Joe Lynch by out-boxing and out pointing him in a fight that went the full 15 rounds in Madison Square Gar den Friday night. You can't tell much about some of those east side boys by just looking at them, except that a rumpled ear usually warns you that they're nobody to get rough with. The cauliflower ear is something like the rattler's rattle.
 Abey came up to the championship the long, hard way. He was knocked out twice and there were those who sit in judgment at the ringside who said he didn't have the courage to amount to anything in a game where a boy must keep on fighting sometimes when the floor rolls beneath his feet and he thinks he's walking on ball.
 He used to be known as Abe Att tell Goldstein. But the old Abe Attell, who was once the great featherweight champion, became involved in the be- lated exposure of the world series bribery and the name of Attell ceased to be an asset to a young fellow just coming up and having no easy. time at the best. So Abey became just AbeN Goldstein again.
 He was born in Broome street right near the Bowery, in the same general region that sent up the O'Gatty boys, the Beechers, and Thomas and a bat talion of other pr1ze fighters. But when he was two years old his par ents died and Abey went to an orphan asylum. Thus, Abey Goldstein, like sport, Babe Ruth, started life a little way behind scratch, for the Babe came from a parental school in Balti- more. When Abe was Is a married brother took him into his home and the boy got job in Wall street. He then began hanging around a gym nasium and presently he knew some thing about boxing. After winning some amateur fights Abe got on in some professional shows and Willie Lewis saw him.
 Willie is a durable character. He was in the early invasion of Paris when Billy Papke, Joe Jeannette and EAra NfH giving the French their first lessons in the game of fighting with the fists. Willie knows all about fight CTS. When ''in behind" a boxer as second. he is about as emotional as a judge. He spares the water bottle and never rubs his man until the man needs rub to revive his strength.
 That Other Time
 Lewis got Abe a fight with Lynch a couple of years ago. Abe was new and enthusiastic.
 Don't get fresh with this guy" Lewis admonished.
 "He can bat with that right. Cover up and go in to stay"
 While they were sparring Lynch seemed to leave his chinP uncovered. One of Abe's first lessons from Lewis had been never lead with your right Abe forgot the lesson. He started the right. It never arrived. Lynch count cred With qulck slam that knocked him unconscious.
 Abe got no sympathy from Lewis.
 "Thatu learn you something," said Willie.
 However, Willie knew fighter when he saw one.
 'The kid will go," he said stubborn ly. "WaitIl he learns"
 Last winter Lynch was to fight Joe Burman of Chicago. Lynch heard that he had been framed" to lose and ran out of the match, offering the now classic explanation that he had tripped over his dog. Goldstein took his place and whipped Burman. That entitled Abe to the next match with Lynch.
 "Joe will moider this Goldstein," said Johnny Cox, one of Lynch's numer- ous managers. He's cookies for Lynch"
 And when at last Goldstein got in the ring with Lynch the weedy, pasty- faced boy from the ghetto seemed to think the same. He was scared and cautious at the start and began peck ing Lynch on the teeth with his left jab, very lightly, so as to score points but not enrage him. Joes rages were historic. He would get mad, throw down his guard, lower his head and walk in stiff-kneed on the soles of his feet, slamming with both hands, He had knocked out lots of boys who had been so imprudent as to sting him.
 Abey Makes Sure
 In the second round Abe accidental ly slammed Lynch with a right and Joe. amazingly, failed to rile. Abe