The Dayton forum. [volume] (Dayton, Ohio) 1913-1949, 1930-04-11

ppaflneT OIL his TO work with you so
you can catch onto his style OF
scrapping. This Latzo bird hits like
dynamite, but I've noticed that YOU
can take en- He glanced at his
Walcl, But now we got To hurry.
didn't tell you yet, but we are on
our way now TO sign up tor the fight.
Lets go!''
They had but few blocks to go.
and they went on foot AS they
pushed their way through tile down
town streets, many persons hailed
King. and looked ait Rod curiously.
AS they were passing drug store
King suddenly ciapped his hand To
his head and halted
"Golly. come near forgetting
somethingi" he exclaimed. Come
on inside this drug store, Cowboy.
We're going TO call up coupla news
papers SO some reporters can be Oh
hand while we sign up
BIG PUBLICITY
The call did not take long Rod,
standing nearby, heard King dis
guise his voice a trifie while he in-
formed somebody that If they wanted
to be III on something good To hustle
tlfslAh away O4GA W apkAG OlilIGsf NJ biiE
Chicago Arena where King was go
ing 10 sign up his new fighter, who
had never had fight, with Mickey
Lat2o, chief challenger OF the middle
weight champion. He listened mo-
fne1lt, Well everybody knows King
amt crazy, SO maybe you'd better
hustle reporter over To see what
It's all about"
Killing was smiling humnrouslv
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 King hating To peer into va
| rious store windows
See. Kid. he cried. al one OF the
places. There is bathrobe of
bright red. I'm going to get that for
you, and have the picture Of horse
llo, a steer-ro lets see-welI,
we'll figure out something To put on
the back Of 1t to carry out the idea
that you really are q cowboy"
Rod laughed 7 never had a silk
dressing gown in my life, Mr. King"
/ le confessed.
yes. but when you go to the ring
before fight everything like that
4 a1Saf'1t AAt1A1ts iiAiOill@Id l4illi 1tf1Ci
Flowers, the ex-middleWeight cham
pion, had tiger on the back OF his
robe"
BY now the. had reached the en-
trance Of the Chicago Arena Build
ing. King led Rod up the stairs
4 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 a big flat-topped desk sat man
with heavy features and iron grey
hair. He was the matchmaker for
the Arena. On the other side aat
q thin, dapper man with highly pol
iShed hair. fox-like eyes, and a suave
smiling manner On the hand which
lie extended with an appearance of
cordiality TO Killing, there sparkled q
large diamond. This was Karnes,
Mickey Iatzo's manager
why. If 1t 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 fstic combat with
my Mickey?" Karnes exclaimed with
4 feiened incredulity, as he stared at
Rod Why. this frail child appears
to be nothing but boy
] Rod flushed angrilv
Never you mind. Mister Karnes," :"
Killing broke In quickly. "He is just
a 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."
aOh. .izzat, sop a new voice de-
manded
Killing looked up to face thickset
Youth whose broken nose, SCARED
face, and badly curled ears bespoke
the veteran pri2efighter.
seOh. hello, Mickey" king greeted
him. Then unabashed. he went on,
1T was just telling your manager
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