New Britain herald., 1928-07-28
NOAH COUNT HAS BOXING CONTEST At Least It Was Close to a
 Contest, He Says
Dear Andy Dale,
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 II was too bad you had to take
 your Mary Ann to the dentist the other night to have her tooth pulled
 on account of her eating the candy which you had bought at half price from the mail order house, and so missed seeing "Lanky" Long and
 me do our stuff in the amateur
 boxing bouts. Now that my joints have limbered up sos I can move about without feeling like Pm in a
 trance from his body blows, I'll
 tell you about the scrap that kept | the fans on tho edge of their chairs
 in excitement, not to mention the dozen or so that fell out into tho
 aisle.
 Round One We mixes cautious
 ly to find what each other is hiding
 up our sleeves, if any and then "Lanky" flashes over a left to the
 beak. I comes back with a right
 that rolls off His chin like water down a rain spout and follows it
 with another to tho same place. He
 covers up and hands me wicked
 right to the map that does every thing except tickle me. This bimbo
 had no more use for ring science
 than a college professor has for |
 package of chewing tobacco but he carried wallops that would put a whole class room to sleep. A fast right catches me on the point where fella raises chin whiskers and I crashes against the ropes.
 ''If you can't pick Penrod." mutters 'Lanky." pick a place to fall" I'm for telling him to lay off
 the cigar store talk but figures that actions speak louder than words. especially If they's kick to 'em. So l l bounces off the ropes and drives l mean left to his breakfast, fol- } lowing it with one-two that crowds him into a corner He 3 clinches. breaks and rocks me with l a stiff poke to the ivory. shakes
 it off and wades into him like it's = none of anybody's business My right . beats tattoo on his ribs with | . left keeping it company. With mitts t working like pistons on freight en- l, zine and switching from body to g map I tries to batter him down. = Battering this tough bimbo down q wasn't any easier than punching . c hole through brick wall with bare
 knuckles. Somehow l gets his pins
 wabbliEg under him. winds up with
 nnN St AS, fN
 hand 1t to him and curtains, tho s bell clangs. l. Round two. We comes outa the l. corners and I'm all set to begin - working where l left off and setl e the surprise of my life in the shape # of right wallop to the side of tho e jaw that knocks me off balance lik< 'f fish peddler's scale. Instead of be Is ing "all jn' he had the life of 1 'e wild tiger and then some Judginl IS from the kick. his seconds must O al massaged him with mules hocf oi IS or something
 't Tearing into me as though Tn le his only rival for the hand of som' '- other guys jane, he snaps a left t !, ,- the map, right to the body, ant
 then starts all over again. I cover :. up and hands him an uppercut tha ,s makes him grunt like the ancho ,,, man on tug-of-war team. l dodge .s a wicked left and lifts my bean fl n- time to stop heavy right tha a, knocks me dizzier than the blon in next door. As my ivory clears I see f. an opening. draws back my trust r. left. and lets go. In doing so I mad on a bigger mistake than the groor s- who told his new bride he loved he Ill biscuits and hoped to have 'er I'd every day. 'Lanky" blocks the lei of and then turns loose all he hat
 which was plenty.
 'el He walloped. me with everythin e. but last nights bedtime story an n- this mornings breakfast dishe ne What static this lads mitts broat re casted. and how. After his blow ne landed and plays havoc. or whatevs en the word is which the newspaper ne use to describe what the hurricar ne did, I hits the canvas like the far ,Mut M hand hits the hay after day Mes M struggle in the cornfield. l realize ;.., Andy, as l slips into one of tho
 s fogs above the ears which the cu Inc flsppers Is always troubled wit a, that as a leather pusher I'd be ,rd in . harness shop making halter I.. NOAH COUNT