Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-07-30

the cry. kearns has good one ana
they must get him spanked
Bob McAllister, a clever light heavy
! weight, had licked everybody on the
Pacific Coast about this time and he
had added to his reputation by 1nvad-
ing the East He had just come back
( fresh from a victory over Tom Nc
I Mahon, the fellow who had licked
' Willard before the big fellow had won
the title. McAllister had been anna
teur heavyweight champion of the
Pacific Coast and a great favorite at
the Olympic Club in San Francisco.
where his pals and hackers were bill
ing him as a second Jim Corbett.
The promoters swarmed around me.
McAllister was the fellow to meet
Dempsey and 1t was predicted the
pair would draw thousands of dollars.
No match frightened me. for | wanted
to give Dempsey the old acid test.
/ created the impression, for pub
Lefty purposes, that I really did fear
McAllister. The fellows who didn't
care to boost Dempsey PANIED him
good and hard for being afraid to
meet McAllister, a fellow who can
really fight"
Made Wild Demands.
let Dempsey's hackers and his
knockers wrangle themselves blue in
the face, while I played straight
/ drummed it up good. I made wild
demands, and the wilder they were
the louder came the roars that l was
afraid to turn Dempsey loose with
McAllister.
When the row was at fever neat
and l was the most unpopular man.
ager in the world, 1 took the match
and crossed up the outfit. Then what
happened? The same fellows who
were believing for the match now
rushed around to tell me that l had
overplayed my kid and would sure
Nv get his block knocked off. Too
bad. Kearns," they said in pitiful
tones, Dempsey is a great prospect,
but he's not ready for McAlhster."
They fought, the great Bob Nc
Allister and Dempsey, and Robert
took one of the worst beatings / ever
saw a fighter get The sure thing"
players got their fingers burned plenty
that night. It was me very cocky
and / blasted the bally fur1ously.
Things were breaking for me now and
Dempsey didn't get a chance to think
it over. He was rolling with the tidal
wave.
went to the promoters and in
sisted that Dempsey had proved my
bally was on the dead level.
Claimed willard Was Afraid.
go get the best fighter you can find
In the country" was my def. There's
no use Of my trying to coax Willard
into the ring with this fellow. He's
afraid Of Dempsey even now. Don't
kid yourself that he hasn't heard
about him. Try and get him to sign
with Jack. It's a laugh. But If they
ever meet, put this down on your
silk cuff, Dempsey will knock him off
sure"
Then began the hunt to get some
body to lick Dempsey. They didn't
care who 1t was so long as Dempsey
got bumped. That's a peculiar trait
selves q card and then they try to get
him bumped off. L guess youth have
to let it go as human nature. It
was no different in Dempsey's case.
He was up there and they wouldn't be
happy until they got somebody to
knock him over.
They became convinced that 1t
would take pure and simple hitter
to beat Jack, and I welcomed the
thought inwardly, for l knew that of
all fighters Dempsey could take" a
hitter every time. He could beat a
hitter to the punch. The fellows
that might have ducked were the
clever fellows.
Dig Up Gunboat Smith.
They sprung their man on me.
was expected to faint dead away, but
when they told me that they had
lined up Gunboat Smith, hardest hit
ter of his day, / laughed and said
that would be bully. Again the
calamity criers came to me with
warnings about putting the kid in too
deep.
Hes over his head with the Gun
ner," they told me. The papers took
it UP and said I was an ass. Get the
kid licked by an old socker like the
Gunner and where would he be?
Through. Great / relished the stu
alton. The match was made without
my batting an eye. The Gunner was
the baby who would make or break
Jack, and / was willing to take the
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