Judge — February 6, 1932 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Letters of a Self-Made Athlete By Rex Deane D ran Por: I guess you seen in the papers how I made out against that Polish Terror the other night, eh? Believe me, it was just too bad for that guy! We went on in the semi- windup spot for half an hour of good old-fashioned grunt and tug. As far as I was concerned, I would have let him stay the time limit, as was arranged, but after a minutes, when we was on the floor near the ropes, he starts in giving me the old ha-ha about being a college boy. I says, “Listen, Giuseppe, go and tell your sweet mama to put the kettle on, because you're coming home early for supper!” Then I lets him have it head first and dumps him on his neck. In Milwaukee next night it was just the same thing. And, what is more, the same guy was in the oppo- site corner! Honest, I know every wrinkle on his fat neck by this time! It seems he belongs to the troupe or something, and Mike spots us together in these one-night stands. We were down for the best out of three falls, and I stall around for the first—it takes over an hour to pancake the poor dope. But I had made a date with that sister act I told you about for after the bouts, so I tips him over for the second fall in 2.11. Mike was sore and fined me fifty bucks for dis- obeying orders. You'd think we were on piece work or something! I am having plenty of trouble with LaRue. Her act was booked back East, and she calls up every night to find out if my cars is all right still, That act of hers was a pain. I figured she'd have me training lions or being shot out of non if I stayed around much I hope she don't find out t. The girls and I get along ve well together at that, but I can’t m up my mind which one I like best. We got put out of the Grand Hotel here the other night. I got a little light- hearted on the local Milwaukee brew, and pulled up a radiator by its roots. Still, we had a good time: them Duteh- men sure know their malt and hops. aca longer. about this sister « I Go back to New York next week nd wrassle Cowboy Toots at the Garden. If I make good, a 1 with Londos is right around the cor- ner. I know this Cowboy guy. He used to play tackle for Western Poly a few years back. He don't worry me none. I had his number years ago. I'd rather face a hundred palookas like him than one peeved LaRue. I am making around a grand a week now and I am looking for some good business to invest in. Now don’t start writing me for more dough. I am just telling you, not lending you. Besides, you haven't made any profit out of the beer joint for so long that surely by this time you've learnt how to get by on the overhead. So long, and keep a half-nelson on the cash register. Your son, Bei. 16 comicbooks.com