Judge — December 19, 1931 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Letters of a Self-Made Athlete D' arn Pop: showed me a few wrinkles I learned Comment ¢a va? There's a hot how to hide my stuff. They never one for you—it means “how's tricks” caught me at Western St: did they = in frog. As you nesee by the ad- I met a dame up here who sure is dress, Pinup here in Canada, and so aces. I’m nuts about her, only her I thought [ better start learning to old man don’t care for me much. He speak frog. I guess you're wonderin’ is a hockey ref nd I don't sec how it happened, so here goes: how we can overcome it until the sea- i After we closed our gridiron season son iy over. | in Detroit, I met Leon Lalotte on the ] street one day and he gives me an Must quit now and practise up some idea. We played on Alabama Central body checking on a dummy we one year together, remember? He — in the dressing room. ‘The likker up could always skate pretty good, and — here is great, pop. Maybe you'll come now he’s turned hockey pro. He tells up and stay with me if we get in the ot ~ = 4. 3cwed / y f Barurn—Vou're getting a little thin on top, sirt play-offs? Also. Tocan let vou have some real champagne cheap. How much do you think you can get for it? Au revoir, ton garcon votre André (that’s tellin’ 'em—ain't it?) F- P. S.—That dame I told vou about w has blue eves and her name is ¢ Her old man is a rat. d “These d—n politicians always get the low numbers,” —Rex Deane id m ] iil st me. “Come on and take a crack at it.” ne OF course I told him [didn’t know the finer points of t “Ball, © he says. “With your line \ | you'll knock ‘em dead.” e To make a long story short, I got a tryout over in Windsor. After about i . five minutes [ get the hang of it and | au put three guys off the ice. One for- ward got fresh along the boards and I stuck my stick in his face and gave him the old Towa roll. He's’ back nurse-maiding sheep in C: ary now! | Haw-haw ! | Mite coach was tickled pink. He signed me up at five hundred per, | and that night we left for Quebec to | a | start the season. These fans up here are a riot. They'll give you your lumps - with anything —pop bottles. 3 bricks. everything But if you re are . home-town boy, it's O. K. : So they changed my name to “An- - dré Taurcau” of the “French Flash.” I spent mest of my first game in penalty box, but after the coach comicbooks.com