Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-08-06

1ou hilo", Jack, murray SAID,
Morris told me about that four
round fight he had with Dempsey on
the Coast. He says he wasn't in
condition and he's going to break this
little fellow in two tonight"
wen stand for all the breaking
that's to be done. We intend to
knock out Morris. You might just
as we'll get the stretcher crew ready,
Tor he's an awful mess to- cart out,
this Norris If there was to be any
bullying about this, l was certain that
Murray wasn't going to hand me
anything.
House Packed BY Fans.
We came to the club that night and
1t was packed. Murray was running
around white-faced. He still couldn't
get Dempsey's size through his sys-
tenn. He couldn't figure how a little
I75-pounder was going to handle big
Carl and his 210 pounds of weight
Everywhere l turned I was met with
the warning that Carl was big and
rough and tough, and my retoinder
was:
We're tough and rough ourselves
though were not big. We whipped
this fellow before, and we'll do it
again"
Jack Curley had been in town sew
eral days with Morris. l was on the
door watching the tickets when he
came along. He greeted me like
long-loSt brother
why, hello, Jack" he began; glad
to see you. I've been at the Statler
Why didn't you call me up?''
They Talk Up Little Bet.
why didn't you call me up in
Frisco before you ducked out?" 1
came back. You left me there hold
ing the sack on the Stranger Lewis
and Zbyszko match. And I'm still
holding it."
"Well, let's forget about that. What
kind of a boy have you got in here
tonight?''
Good enough to knock out that
big egg of yours. We're out to stop
him, you know
Don't be silly. I'll bet that you'll
not knock him out and will be knocked
out yourself"
I'm just lay you 5000 at the odds
that we stop Morris" l says to
Curley.
Tut, tut. Run away. don't want
YOUR money. You're raving. Morris
is in condition this time. Don't for
get that"
bandaged Dempseys hands, and 1
put on plenty. We came to the ring,
and Morris came numbering over to
have a look at Jacks hands. He be-
gan, to squawk like a crow over the
thickness of Jacks bandages I ex-
pected that. That's why they were
thick. Curley came over and took a
peek.
Howl About the Bandages.
"Aw, nothing doing; nothing doing.
Youth have to take off some Of that
Junk. What do we look like, a couple
If Sammy Saps? Get it off; get 1t off, =
bawled Curley.
I'VE won't fight. Morris won't
fight if YOU don't take off some of
that stuff" said Curley.
Morris was bellyaching for fair. He
was threatening to leave the ring, and
the more he roared the less we moved
to take any of the tape off. We had
his goat. I called the referee over
and speaking loud enough for Morris
to hear / said:
"This big stiff is a rough house
sucker. Mr. Nugent. He's a foul fighter
and Dempsey knows 1t. Yet we
don't want to win on a foul. We're
here to knock him out. He's crying
about the bandages. He seems to
think we've got couple of bolts un-
der the tape. We don't need 'ern.
Dempsey'll slap him over with his
bare hands any time. Just don't you
give it to us on a foul when he does
foul. We want a knockout over Carl
Morris in our record"
Carl Was Getting an Earful.
All this time old Carl was getting
an awful earful. He was steaming
mad. He threatened to leave the ring
again and Murray, fearing that he
would do SO, made personal appeal
for US to cut down on the thickness of
the bandages OF course, / had three
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