Judge — September 15, 1923 — page 4: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

F coursE, we don’t insist that O every time two people decide they hate each other and agree to fight it out, a good scrap results. The fact that they're out to draw blood and not a house doesn’t mean that’s going to be a real battle. Grudge fights are sometimes disappointing. But most of those we have scen (in sand lots and in alleys) have been worth watching. ‘They are more interesting at any rate, than most professional bouts. We like the ama- teur spirit in uffs. The professional fights to live; the amateur lives to fight. We know better than to tell you that we've ever seen any real boxing in a street fight; but, then again, we’ve seen very little real boxing in professional bouts. Any two truck drivers, clashing in the gutter after a heated debate as to messi fearit Fat s \ rig and time up to grabl start sailin vou hi It br a wat i I is af be, a vente wann outs in th matil heel | shine ment Meck done he g persis our s the ¢ Excited Manager—For th’ love o’ Mike, Bill, lenge remember this bout’s scheduled for ten rounds! this | Whatever made you lace into him like that? = time, Righteously Indignant Champ—Huh! I guess SS he the ¢ you didn’t see th’ dirty bum tryin’ t’ get me wit’ fe3 and | my back to th’ camera! the hum NO PURSES INVOLVED "On Ou . fights by Edward Anthony be-sp any minute and arrest him. Most street one because it furnished as fine an ex- fights would be better exhibitions if not ample of resourcefulness as we ever for the cop hazard. Naturally, your witnessed. A fat, lumbering boy was efficiency is reduced when you to wiping up the sidewalk with a wistful turn around every few minutes tc tu looking little red-headed kid. Red didn't cop iscoming. ‘That is why it is unfair to have a chance. He was shorter than compare the work of street 'serappers with Fat and had a hard job reaching his jaw that of the knights of “the roped arena.” and when he did connect, his blows didn’t Think how the professional’s work would have enough force to do any damage suffer if, in addition to watching his op- He wasn’t a strong kid and he realized ponent, he 1 to watch out for cops! that if the fight continued much longer “Loafers!” exclaims an indignant up- Fat would hammer him into a pancake holder of the propricties as she passes a He would have liked to kick Fat in the street corner where two young men stomach and end the battle that way engaged in hammering cach other with but there was always the possibility of ungloved fists. Intolerant female! Little missing and falling; or of stubbing his does she know that here is a fine example toe if he landed too squarely a of the manly art for art’s sake. Here Fat’s substantial middle. are two men who are not only fighting And then the angels sent him an idea g for nothing but who are willing to pay ‘The most important part of the. idea a for the privile, for if Patrol- “ who got in whose way, put up as good a battle as the average second-rate pro- fessionals. And they’re all second-raters, with the exception of a few. But what we particularly like about the street fighter is his daring and_ his genuine love of milling. He cheerfully rolls up his sleeves and goes to it even though he knows a cop may come along we of fighting; ever come ut of that ‘Il cost the , api nothing! High-minded young men! Idealists! man O’Hooli Ov oF the best street fights we ever saw was fought by two kids. It a one-sided battle and yet a great Ww 2 was the cap he had worn throughout th encounter. Red didn’t know that that cap—with a little outside assistance was going to save his life. He had worn it just to keep the sun out of his « ... The cap inspired him... . Ash tore into him, Red backed away until he reached the edge of the crowd. Hi backed right into a kid friend of his, the comicbooks.com