The Omaha guide., 1938-12-10
By Louis o. Hudson


training camp, was worse than a
bunch of Kids invited to a free
lemonade party. Friends neigh5ors
ant well wishers were there in
droves to see the Kid go thru his
last rites in the camp for his bat
tie with the Horizontal Thunder
belt. Nobody was disappointed for
the Kid did his number. For the
last days grind the Kid started
out in exceptional good form. He
assinated a whole pa nof Mothers
biscuits, countless numbers of
country sausages with pitchers of
Georgia cane and slabs of butter;
brought in on the finger becom-
ing schedule by Grandma Hard
rock Grandpa Anvil and papa jun
To-. managers of the Kid were
holding their own near his side so
TIE whole board of strgedy was in
perfect trim. Resting from his arm
table exercise he read pages of
Popeye the Sailor Man to help him
digest his fodder. Our hero after
his bath, rundown and dinner will
be ready to show himself to the
;ubber-necking camp multitude.
The Horizontal T~hunderbolt fin
ished his training the day before
and pronounced fit by the home
folks Doe. Visitors said they had
never seed him in such perfect fet-
tie. Thunderbolt was a consistent
and busy fighter getting up and
off the floor wiping the canvas
dust off his ring panties. In his
whole ring career he always fl
nished in a horizonal position on
the ring canvass; so you see folks
his name was rigntfui awarded
next victim of defensive manly
art took the bicycle very early,
when the Kid caught him it was
q sweet dream in the land of nod.
With a yelling crowd that stamped
its APPROVAL for the Kids work,
Grandpa and Pop pronounced him
fit as the German Peace Pact, for
his coming battle with the Thun-
derbolt.
Both men were in the ring strip
ped for action slwaiting the sound
Of the bell before a packed house in
the sardine like arena of the town
ship Hall. The smiling Thunderbolt
was telling his best gal friend.
how they would celebrate at the
local Shinding after the bout while
Papa junior was whispering last
minute details to the Kid, as the
gong sounded. Silence fell over the
place, like a hat dropping on a
carpeted floor fer Thunderbolt
was really doing his number in
the Kids face with a wicked left
jab. Still crossing him with a one,
two punch to The ribs and face the
clever one was having things his
own way. The Kid was swinging,
him. He was one of those loyable
kind of fancy fighters that the
populace liked. His one major was
forgetting to duck with his chin
in the way. Say what you may, he
was a real trial horse and one ca
pable of giving the Kid a real
struggle long as it lasted. This
time with a less experienced foe
man to meet, the betting was that
he would remain upright for the
entire 10 rounds.
The Kid trotted out in his gym
finery, lifted huge rocks tossing
them to one side especially con-
struted camp, juggled potato sacks
loaded with sand from a protrud-
ing left arm which brought cheers
from the home town gang. He
jumped rope in the ring listen
ing attentively to Grandp&Iy An
vii Junior. His first sparring mate
lasted the whole 3 rounds sampl-
ing the Kids wares by constantly
inhaling the ammania bottle. His
but the experienced Thunderbolt
was side skipping and under 'em.
Again the Kids head was bobb-
ing from the wicke eft. The Kid
finally they one but Horizontal was
under it. once more the clever rock
ed the Kid like a mother with her
babe two more stiff jabs butts the
Kid was in tip-top shape for the
fray. Desperately the Kid threw
one that found its mark, the old