San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1924-03-16

how he gets away with it. He looks
like a million dollars, but he hasn't
got anything on me with my three
meals a day.
ANY of the other boys around
here" / asked.
Sure" said Sharkey. '"rhey all get
here off ana on. Except Tommy Ryan.
Tommy has an oil station and is get
ting rich building bungalow courts in
Los Angeles. He's smart and he could
fight. If it wasn't for Ryan would
have been champion of the world. He
showed Jeffries that crouch when /
expected Jim to stand up straight the
way he did in the first fight. i
couldn't hit him and he broke three
ribs over my heart in the ninth round.
But chased after him for % rounds.
I'd have beat him but for Ryan. I'm
not knocking Jim. He's a prince. His
word is his bond. No better man ever
lived. He's the best friend l ever
had. But l think i could have beat
him il he hadn't used the crouch"
Here Mccoy discovered Sharkey and
came over to shake hands. They battled
once in New York. Mccoy knocked
Sharkey flat on his shoulder blades
twice, and Sharkey bounced up and
"broke Mccoy in two" with a left
swing on the belly.
Say, Tom," said Mccoy, you were
born too early. You ought to be COM
ing along now to fight this Firpo.
How about it,"
I'D fight him tomorrow before
breakfast" chuckled Sharkey. But l
don't need the money. I'm happier
without it."
Owns All the Winners.
Look" said Sharkey. "See that big
fellow running back to the box? That's
c. b. Irwin Of Wyoming. the biggest
winner at the track. He has about 60
good horses in his string-Helen Cook,
Aberdeen, Harry d. and that bunch.
He's a fine fellow and a good sport"
''I'm going over and say hello TO
him." said Mccoy suddenly. 81 haven't
seen him since he bailed me out"
"Bailed out" sounded interesting,
but the Kid vanished without explain
ing.
ANYBODY else you know, in sight?'
I asked Sharkey.
"Well." said Tom. there's Judge
Rose, and Nelson. and young Cassidy
that's the son of Mars Cassidy-and
there's George Shilling, and Dan De-
laney over there, and Mccarthy with
this book right foreninst us, and me
cousin Squire Sharkey from Ireland
over there-the big fellow-we're all
big in our family. An there's Tod
Sloan, the old jockey. An you see
that guy standing up there by the
steps, kind of gloomy looking"
"Sure." ! said. That's Alec Greg
gains, who once fought so rounds with
Buffalo Costello for the world middle
weight title"
Greggains came over. He admitted
that the world went well, but he just
happened to be thinking about Floyd
johnson and how Floyd had thrown
away a chance to get up amidst the
million-dollar purses.
Why Floyd johnson Lost.
81 took him back to New York"
said Greggains. He had the stuff in
him. But he didn't remember what
told him. There are only three things
to boxing. The oldtimers know how
to fight and lead without being hit.
I showed johnson but he forgot all
about it and went on and let Willard
punch his head off when Willard
shouldn't have laid glove on him.
See here-it's easy"
Greggains fell into boxing position,
turned, went through the
motions of hitting.
"Y' ought to shown him the crouch"
said Sharkey suddenly. IF Ryan
hadn't taught Jeffries that I'd have
been champion. Not but what Jeff is
a fine fellow. He's the best ever lived.
1t don't make any difference now.
anyhow. I'm happy with me good
health and three meals a day."
Half a dozen horses races had been
run-very fine races, bravely contest
ed-and the crowds were lining up
for another crack at the bookies when