The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1933-10-23

morrow.
and the customers will get break.
Luttinger will referee. Well pack
EN- in, boy. I can get Nancy Car
roll to referee. ANY one OF dozen
celebs. You used to box and I'll Try
to make some sort of showing. Il
ought to go big"
The poet stroked his chin and ran
his hand through the romantic Shock
of hair. obviously he smiled.
I tried to press my point. Say
yes, Michael. With the proper ptsb-
licity the thing will raise hundreds
of dollars. The New York Dasszift
is tagging behind it's quota anvway.
What do you sayf
He shook the shock. ~
I stormed and urged and pleaded /
I recalled the old days ON the Ne,h
Masses and sunsets we witnessed
together In Pennsyivss,ta. The
shock shook. Nothing dong. He
wouldn't fight and he wouldnf
wrestle. I got abiect. I got sccfn-
full. I burned up.
Gimme time" the novelist said
finally. "A couple Of dasz tn bet
you know"
Tired and happy, I dropped the
matter. My fancy roannsd. What
plans.
The wretch returned 10 Staten Is
land, which he ir1habits. Two days
passed, week Money rolled in on
him and the Doctor. Look at the
bottom OF their columns, you'll see
the tables. Think I cared? I had
a big thing up my sleeve that woulA
WOW them all. 4
The Daily in the meantime was
gasping for breath. vow coad hear
the wolf trying the keys at the
door. In a little while additional
wolves showed and coyote which
had pups on the door msf.
"A Yellow Belly"
PROVOCATIVE letters arrived at
l the office. Readers from Detroit
and Los Angeles wrote to ask why
L hadn't entered the contest. Was
I scared of Comrade Colds reputa-
ton or Luttinger's authority? One
of them called me yellow belly.
A yellow belly!
L could contain myself no longer.
Last Friday the challenger showed
his face at the Office. Squarely
and with a tone of finality I put
the question, will you box or wrestle
or neither?"
He nemmed and hawed. Oh, how
he hemmed. Still, I refused to be-
lieve the evidence of my senses.
He said he was no longer young,
only a hollow shell of his former self.
Il don't mind taking few on the
chin, Eddie, it's the old wind that
would never hold up. There's diff
ference between 81 and 80 odd" For
eight years, the Hollow Shell OF
Staten Island has been 80 odd.
I offered to go easy. I said we
could practice up like the profess
SIGNALS and go through the routine.
Duped.
LIE refused flatly. Then I read
III lied 1 had been duped. This
man whom had been befriending
and encouraging in his literary
groupings had betrayed, deceived, in
a word, put one over on me. o
tempora, o mores. The guy stalled
until he knew i could never catch
up with him. Alright. Let HIN
write his own novels from now i.
The last time we spared, y
asserts, something happened to mis-
leg and he developed water on the
knee. True. 1t was an accident
and could have happened to any,
body. The man is a fraud. He
writes of having been an athletA
Of swinging 200 pound packing
cases at Adams Express and he
Outweighs me by a matter Of IS
pounds. I'm a welter and he'd
have difficulty making the light
heavy limit. wash my hands Of
him and his methods.
And you readers, both Of you'll
Yours is the final judgment. This
drive isn't over. We can no longer
catch up with him but you still have
chance to show what you think Of
perfidy and sloth. Raise your voices
and open your pockets. Spread the
word and send the dough. Address
them envelopes to Daily Worker.
35 e. 18th ST., and mark "Sports
Column" in the corner.
MY hat is in the ring. Don't step
on it, comrades, it's the only one
got.
Post Script.
I'm afraid Mike was right abosk
one thing. The money Is despee-
ateIy nAo1al