Evening star., 1939-03-05


Vitamin Vitalizers and my ring ad-
vice, he was not only enacting his
natural role Of modest, clean-living,
hard-hitting, ambitious boy - he was
only telling you half the story"
Young Bill Tupper leaned across to
MIR. Case. His hair was ruffled and his
necktie cascaded wildly over the front
of his coat
"Here comes the pay-off, or I'm a
cigar store Indian! he shouted glee-
fully. "Oh, boy, what night?'
i" MIR. Barney Case, fight
promoter and an old friend of mine
met me one day on the street. Mrs.
Tupper was rumbling on. He told
me he had boxer that was unusual.
told him had a product to promote
that would sweep the country. as soon
as its unique and startling benefits
to tagged. nervous world were prop
erly understood "a new combina-
ton of vitannns that would bring
new energy to mankind, and handsome
profits to some astute investor, or
investors who could realize its posi-
bilities. She paused for breath.
The old sales chatter" murmured
Bill delightedly. THE investors are
sure here tonight But can she snag
them? wonder what she has UP her
sleeve to -"
L" Now met this boy. liked
his spirit and his attitude. He wanted
to win out in the battle of life on his
own merits. l wanted my product to
stand on its own feet. So we both
seemed to have the same objectives.
So Battling Bolsky was born, so to
speak. Battling Bolsky isn't really
Battling Bolsky That is a ring name.
We used the custom - but with re-
verse English. Instead of turning a
Mike Crpsyski into Slugger Slattery.
we took David Cabot Rittenhouse
III, whose ancestors signed the Decla-
ration of independence, whose father
was ambassador to Great Britain for
nearly eight years, whose sister is the
Countess of Rhyde, and we turned
him into Battling Bolsky
"A Rittenhouse! Hot damn! will
that bring out the socially conscious
money in this town" Young Bill
rolled his eyes ecstatically. THE Coun-
tess of Rhyde! III bet ten to one Mrs.
Philmore Heversham will have that
husband of hers waiting in the aisle
with his checkbook for Abbie to pass
out" He pounded the jubilant MIR.
Case on the back. Get the subtleness
of the thing, Barney? Isn't Abbie the
tops? She gets twice the punch into
her proposition by pulling her socialite
welter out of the hat at the last min
ute, and also gets all the credit for
being modest. retiring person.
MIR. Case was bent double as the
result of Young Bills enthusiasm. but
he managed to get in a word for the
glory OF the past 1T was good" he
admitted with gasp, "but remind me
to tell you sometime about the one she
pulled in New Orleans 1t was -"
Out in the turmoil, the patrons of
the Baby Fund Carnival we're stand
ing on chairs. pushing, shouting.
Jimmy Hartley took advantage of the
confusion to exchange an eyeful OF re-
signed despair with his brother-in-
law, Allan Pierce. Then he glanced at
his wife and his jaw dropped.
Gloria Hartley was standing erect.
There was something regal about the
way she had drawn her evening wrap
up about her shoulders. She was star
ing out across the turbulent sea of
white shirts and colorful evening
gowns And on her face was smile. A
smile that was at once contented,
amused and slightly tolerant.
The sort of smile, in fact, that
readers of the illustrated sections of
Sunday newspapers would instantly
associate with Gertrude, Countess
of Rhyde.