Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-07-19
He Paints Himself


their non-Irish nationality.
us foreigners" and Sharkey ac-
centuated the word, get the dirty
end of it"
1--WE do" agreed Delaney.
you two boys have sure got the
dirty end of it. both of YOU" said an
Irish voice. Like Id like to get 1t
myself"
A pause, and then some one de-
scribed how in Boston ring Sharkey
lowered his hands to allow an OPP
ponent to hit him twice in the stom-
ach. This because of calls from the
crowd demanding that he be hit in
that place. Sharkey objected. II didn't
drop my hands," he said, II held them
so-and let him sock. but l was ready
ir he changed and tried for the but.
ton"
He was willing to receive credit for
an iron stomach, but not for the men,
tai shortcoming Of giving his antago-
mist an opening for a knockout. No,
Sharkey does not like to be belittled.
Three more fights he said. and
heaved a huge sigh, land then. oh
boy
'"Three?" demanded Delaney.
Sure, Dempsey and Tunney."
Yeah"
And then the big shot"
Sure" said a satellite, hes got to
figger on the big shot
"Oh, after he's got the champion
ship" said Delaney.
Sure, and then all the WhanS-
banged blankety-blanks know what
they can do. I'll be sitting where l
want to be then. Like the rest Of
them have" replied Sharkey.
You never have any trouble till
you get money" said Delaney.
"Uh-huh. SiXty-nine letters and 80
of 'em from investment houses" This
from Sharkey.
Anyhow" said Delaney. some
times the hlankety- blanks stick in
two-cent stamp and you can put that
away and mark yourself up two cents
ahead"
Critical of Dempsey.
."They talk about him knocking out
two-three a day. Sharkey was scorn-
full of Dempsey's prowess. And TAX
ing it. too. Huh. They all hit going
away. Afraid of him. How you going
to hit man solid going away?">
what 1 hear, he can't move off his
I.
but he can't carry it anywheres."
Sharkey snorted. Apparently it was
a matter of Indifference to him what
sock Dempsey possessed or how agile
he was in carrying it about.
'Twenty.nine days on the road,
that's what ] did before Wills.
Leave yourself on the road and
bring nothing into the ring" said
Delaney.
Sharkey smiled craftily and would
not have it thought he did more road
work than az intelligent man should.
Just two miles and a half. That's
what / did a day."
Hes got two children" said a
satellite, DESTROYS of adding help
full feature to the interview. 1.-TWO.
Only heavyweight got any. Heavy.
weights don't have 'em any more"
Girls" said Sharkey, 1.-TWO and
half and four"
But he intended to make no pub
lcity use of them whatever, though
not averse to making merry with
literary person. You got two boys
'eh. Always you skinny little shrimps
have boys. Here YOU" he called to a
and out. Tell this guy what makes
me run"
When "the Wife" Was Ill.
1t was not disagreeably said, but
rather defensively. BoX-fighting was
his business, not self-revelation. and
it made him uneasy to face it. | told
him had no probe and that it was
a liberal education to listen to his
casual conversation. SO 1T was. The |
casual conversation turned TO Mrs. |
Sharkey's illness. 1t was not men, |
TONED for publicity purposes, because |
It was brought up by Delaney.
''And / ran up when I could and sat |
there biting my thumbs, and didn't
know what to say"
One got rather a picture thereof
his big, clumsy-minded, rather decent |
ooy-sitting in that hospital room be- |
side his wife and the mother of his
two daughters, seeking for something
to say, and finding no words.
Adequate he might be with fists up
in ring, capable of rough-and-ready
and roughtneck wise-crack-
ing in the showers, but no champion.
not even a preliminary fighter, in a
sick room.
What is his life outside his chosen
business? Does he read like Tunney?
One hesitated to ask at close range,
but elected only a snort. Sharkey
thinks poorly of literature and under
weight literary men. But he has a
hobby, such a hobby as one might
expect. Shooting and fishing are his
absence from auto
graph hunters.
Nor is he given much to thinking
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