Nogales international., 1944-04-14
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Marty's S
Letter
BY MARTY
LOUGHMAN

Inc OEQ man Marty SOC QIuulh lll1S
week, so I am resorting to old time
stories. But before that want to
tell you about the bull fights. Do
YOU remember them? Your friend
and my friend, Eddie Holler, is
running them this Sunday.
He has cornered four bulls OF the
most vicious type, so consequently
we have named each bull after q
Tomatero and the Matadors have
been named appropriately after a
buyer in the East, which makes the
whole thing in reverse because gen.
orally the Matador is the fellow who
throws it in to the receiver, which
is the bull, but the bulls have been
giving it to us all year.
The first bull is Phil Strazzulla,
the second Dick Dimare, the third
Gust Relias, and the last bull
Homer Ryan.
Picadors, Matadors and Cuspidors,
Willis Urick, Carlos Bennen, Walter
Holm and the tax collector.
Referring to that picture in the
paper-When I was baby-lt was
taken when you and I were young,
Maggie When Cleveland was
known as President and not as a
lousy ball team. When Charlie
Bauer was romancing-the guys
still romancing (what memory
But getting back to that picture.
I look very worried. You would,
too, if you lived in the same neigh
borhood. Here is the history of it:
There was a theatrical company
in my neighborhood playing the old
show Little Lord Fauntleroy.' 1t
seems my old man had seen the
show and thought would look good
in the little Lords suit. So he
rented the suit, took me down to
the photographer to have my pic
ture taken.
AS you can see, there was Wor-
ried look on my puss. Even fifty
years ago I didn't like to be dressed
up.
Well. as we came out of the
photographer one of the neighbor
kids saw me and yelled, Marty is
a sissy" I hauled off and let go
with my right hand. Right then I
learned about sleight of hand. I
found the hand is quicker than the
eye-especially that kids hand
and there was flat on my back in
the gutter.
Well, that was in the days before
the automobile and it seems Man
o'-War's Uncle had been in the
same gutter and had his lunch one
hour before. Anyhow, my Dad had
to buy that suit (and you see that
cane in the picture?. Brother, I
made a mistake. I didn't throw
that cane away before Dad got me
home.
So-o-o-o- I changed into my
regular clothes. I mean sweater
and pants. We had no shoes or
stockings-we were far ahead of
Roosevelt in my neighborhood.
So back I went, looking for that
kid who knocked me on my can. I
found him and let go again with
my right, but this time didn't land
on my back in the gutter. No sir.
this time I landed flat on my puss.
And right then and there in that
gutter at the age of three, I said,
"Mr. Loughman, unless you intend
to become Americas best acrobat
and learn to take these falls grace
fully, you had better find less
strenuous solution to your differ
ences of opinion. You are smart.
There surely must be an easier way
to settle these differences. "
So 1 guess I must have sold my
self the idea that "deft CAB beats
left jab'' because that's the last
time 1 had fight-well, nearly the
last time.
Of course have lost few argu-
ments and I've lost my temper
few times, but whenever the argu-
ment gets too hot, I always remem-
Der that gutter and 1 compromise.
(Was you ever in the gutterO
Best regards,
MARTY.
EDITORS NOTE-Marty called
up this week, with an alibi about
being too deeply imbued with the
Tomatero Fiesta spirit to write a
brand new column, and apologlzed
for sending over an old one re-
hashed. Maybe re-stewed would be
a better word. After giving the
matter sober deliberation, we have
decided that the real reason Marty
dude Loughman harped upon the
old photograph in his ad is because
he wanted to show fellow Tomateros
that he once had the nerve to sport
cane-when his build was for
speed, not comfort. He still can't
resist those "4-Star final suits. In
fact, civilian defense officials want