Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1930-04-12

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/ you can catch onto his style Of
dynamite, but I've noticed that you
can take EN-" He glanced at his
watch. But now we got to hurry.
I didn't tell you yet, but we are on
our way now to sign up for the fight.
Let's go!"
They had but few blocks to go,
and they went on foot As they
pushed their way through the down.
town streets, many persons hailed
Killing, and looked at Rod curiousIy.
AS they were passing drug store
Killing suddenly clapped his hand to
his head and halted.
"Golly. I come near forgetting
something!" he exclaimed. Come
! on inside this drug store, Cowboy.
We're going to call up coupla news
papers so some reporters can be on
hand while we sign up"
BIG PUBLICITY
The call did not take long. Rod,
standing nearby, heard Killing dis
guise his voice trifle while he in
formed somebody that il they wanted
to be in on something good to hustle
right away over to the offices of the
Chicago Arena where King was 60
ing to sign up his new fighter, who
had never had fight, with Mickey
Latzo, chief challenger of the middle
weight champion. He listened mo-
ment. well, everybody knows King
amt crazy, so maybe you'd better
hustle a reporter over to see what
it's all about"
Killing was smiling humorously
when they came out. I'll bet there
will be newspaper men already there
when we get there. Let's walk kinda
slow, Cowboy"
Accordingly they drawled along,
with Killing hating to peer into va
rious store windows.
"See, Kid" he cried, at one of the
places. There is bathrobe OF
bright red. I'm going to get that for
you, and have the picture OF horse
no, steer-no-iet'S see-Well,
we'll figure out something to put on
the back of it to carry out the idea
that you really are cowboy"
Rod laughed. az never had a silk
dressing gown in my life, Mr.. King"
he confessed.
"Yes, but when you go to the ring
before a fight. everything like that
helps" Killing informed him. Tiger
Flowers, the ex-middleweight cham
pion. had tiger on the back OF MS
robe"
BY now the, had reached the en-
trance of the Chicago Arena Build
ing Killing led Rod up the stairs
into a palatial suite Of offices. A
smartly dressed girl asked them their
names, and when Killing told her, she
showed them into an inner Office
where several men had already
gathered.
At big fiat-topped desk sat man
with heavy features and iron grey
hair. He was the matchmaker for
the Arena. On the other side sat
thin, dapper man with highly pol
ished hair, fox-like eyes, and a suave
smiling manner. On the hand which
he extended with an appearance OF
cordially TO Killing, there sparkled
large diamond. This was Karnes,
Mickey Latzo's manager.
why, if it isn't my old friend
Kling!" he cried. "Put 'er there"
Killing shook hands gingerly. "How's
the boy bandit?" he asked.
"This can't be the boy you're bring
ing to sign up for flstic combat with
nv Mickey?" Karnes exclaimed with
feigned incredulity, as he stared at
Rod. "Why. this frail child appears
to be nothing but boy"
Rod flushed angrily.
"Never you mind. Mister Karnes,"
king broke in quickly. "He is just
young child. and he's not very
strong" his voice changed, grew
sharper, "but he's got enough stuff
to slap your dear little Mickey
DOWN.
ooh. fzzat' SOP" a new voice de-
manded.
King looked up to face thickset
youth whose broken nose, Scared
face, and badly curled ears bespoke
the veteran prizefighter.
"Oh. hello, Mickey" Killing greeted
him. Then unabashed, he went on,
II was just telling your manager