The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-02-01
TODANS SPORT PARA.p..E,a bAM$ha@
BY HENRY McLEAfORE


 Limited Press Staff Correspondent
 Miami Beach; Florida, February (UP) = Sitting behind the wheel of his new robins egg blue roadster, and wearing a cream colored suit which he said "cost 8 hunnerd bucks at a frien's joint" a message Ho American youth.
 He didn't use exactly those words. but that's what he meant. We were rolling down Ocean Drive, the King and I, when he said:
 Listen, kid, I'm the King Hotcha, hotcha, hotcha. And got a story for you. Ain't nobdy had it before. It's all yours. It'll get you a raise in pay. Know what 1t it?"
 I said didn't have the slightest idea, but that I did know he was driving an elegant car.
 "It's hot thing, ain 1t? wish that Baer could see me in it. Look at the people looking at US. Hot cha, I'm the King"
 You couldn't blame those peo- pie for looking at the Kings car. Long as box-car, it is a mass Of blue, and decorated with enough silver to pave half the streets of heaven or Hoboken maybe. And 1t is 50 Uttered with extras" that looking at it, you get the impress sion the King must have covered it with fnucilage and driven slap bang through an accessories shop.
 There's a silver spotlight on the running board that would blind a possum at two miles, and series of monstrous horns whose tones range from dogs bark to the chimes of Normandy. On either door, done in block letters like those on varsity football sweaters, is 'King Levinsky." And from my seat inside, I could see the Kings name an even 12 times. He had his name on both foot pedals, the speedometer, the gas gauge, the oil gauge. inside both doors, and on top the gear shift knob.
 '.It's a classy job, ain't it?" he asked. 'And boy, how the gals want to climb in. But I don't need a car to get the gals. like to use my personality. Hotcha. I'm the King"
 But to get back to Kings mes- sage to American youth, and the exclusive story he had for me. They were both the same - and this is it don't marry fan dancer.
 "You tell in your story" the King said as we whistled past red light, not to marry fan dancer. I married one, and they ain't no good =, ain't no good for noth- ing" ,,, I asked. Did you become en- tranced by her. dance and the way she moved her fans?"
 "Hell, no, never saw the dance before or after I married her. Lena (Leaping Lena. his sister manager) promoted it. Just like she does my fights. And that's what it turned out to be, a ten rounder. You see, she came in my hamburg joint and Lena got sorry for her. Said she was too pretty and nice to be eating hamburgers. So she asked me if I'd marry her. She figured it would settle me down.. I wasn't thinking, so l sald yes. Four days later we were hooked up. I'm telling you some thing uODOuy elSo hHVWS' swell. story, ain't it?
 I said it was lovely = that 1t read just like one of Elizabeth Browning's sonnets, and would he please go on?
 well, we been married about two weeks and she told me 1T l loved her I ought to put all my money and my hamburger joint m her name. Said all husbands d1d that. I said ixnay. She got sore and I said amscray. So, here am, and she's in Milwaukee the last time I heard. Fan-dancing around"
 King then switched the conver- sation to his fight with Baer = the one in which Max knocked him cold: -
 "That kayo was the best thing that ever happened to me-" ne said. "You gotta get knocked stiff before you are chaHploii. Dempsey was knocked out, wasnt he? That kayo made me serious; I ain't clowning no more. ,a wouldn't have been knocked out II I hadn't stepped on my foot when I turned around to look at a guy knew in the press box"
 Did the lick Baer popped nm
 Nav. I felt just like do now. You see, 1t knocked me all unoon- @capyright. 1895, by United Press)