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which he has the happy faculty of ig- noring or not observy- ing. He's there to spur the boys on and nothing is going to stop. him. — If the coach had his way all the John W. E couragements would be shot, stuffed and used as tackling dum mies. At ATHLETIC: meets £2 we've heard Joie Ray, the great miler, “Get a coupla hits.” showered with earnest assurances of confi dence in his ability to “win in a canter,” as the boys put it, if he will only (1) Set the pace. (2) Let the other guy set the pace. Save his sprint for the last hund yards, (4) Start sprinting start of the last quarter. me of the sage counselors must go nnoyed; for Joie can’t take every- He just wins races and Iv—say, at the And so on. hor body's advice. let's it go at that. Perhaps the place where John W. is more in evidence than anywhere else is the prize ring. He—and all his re! are on hand whenever “two fast be or two slow ones, as the case may be “swap wallops in the roped aret The air rings with his cries of “Don’t mind that! Right back at him! A left to the jaw'll fix him! You can do it, kid!”’ Sometimes it is diffi cult for a boxer, how- ever obliging, to carry out the wishes of the J. W. Encourage- ments. For frequently injunction to “sock him on the eye, ol” ho is coincident with instructions to “stay away from him and let him wear him- self out. That's the way we'll beat him, feller!’ Anyone knows that it’s hard to sock a man on the eye and stay away from him both.* To carry out both orders the fighter thus beseeched would have to hit his rival and then run. Not that this is bad ring gen- cralship. For “he who hits and— runs away lives to fight another day.” Ji Wintarp, in his reeent fight with joyd Johnson, received enough advice and encouragement to last him the rest of his life. He was even urged, by a wild- eyed bug who assured him he could do it, to end the fight with a left. The fact. that Willard’s left isn’t strong enough to k a Christmas tree ornament didn’t deter this enthusiast. “Now with your left, Jess!—and it’s all over,” he yelled. This particular John W. Encouragement must have been disappointed when Wil- lard ended the fight with a right uppercut to Johnson's jaw. Perhaps, annoyed that his advice was ignored, he asked for his money back. But the toughest assignment that ad vVice-receiving athletes ever had on their hands was the one that the clan of en- couragers wished on Mickey Collins, a Jersey City heavy weight, and Wolf Lar- sen, a ish ten-ton truck, when they met not long ago under the auspices of Jimmy inston. — Cries “Clout him, Red!” “We're all root- ing for you!” “You can lick that big bum, Red!” “Jab his head off, Red!" ete., filled the air. Collins and Larsen must have been puzzled; for neither fighter had any way of telling for which one c simple imperative sentences were in- Both Collins and Larsen have em those tended. re! hair. “Show ‘em your heels, ol’ boy!” Oh, My Love! by Edmund J. Kiefer O MY LOVE has eyes like the starry skies Of a mystic night in June, O my love has lips like the reddest rose That flames on a summer's noon, O my love has hair like a shower of gold A'skin like the bloom of a peach, But my love at table has also this: A rather immoderate reach. O my love can sing like a nightingale Or a lark in the flush of dawn, O my love can blush like the reddest wine And move as light as a fawn, O my love can charm like the magie moon And weave me a web of dreams But my love can’t tell for the life of her How to handle a fork, it scems, O Tl build my love.a castle high In the heart of the whispering wood, O Tl fashion my love a sweet retreat To keep her unspoiled and good. O Tl serve my love with all my heart And love her with all my soul, But I won't » her out to dine, no, sir, Until she has better control. tots {uthor—Is the editor in? land me a rejection slip.”