Life — May 18, 1922 — page 33: what you’re looking at

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Just a Big, Simple Boy «fO and see the champion,” the managing editor commanded. “Get an interview from him about his methods of fighting, the way he trains, how he feels when he lands a knock- out blow—all that kind of stuff. Get the inside dope on 1"s success in the prize ring.” I went It took three days, a letter from the Mayor, en interviews with a private secretary and a few verbal bouts with sundry attachés of the staff to arrange an appointment with the champion’s manager. The Great Man himself was not to be seen by any hirelings of the pres The manager was wearing his Tues- day, between three and four, lounge robe—the pink one with the blue roses —when | was ushered into the living room of his suite. He extended his hand, on which half-a-dozen diamond rings of various sizes gleamed brilli- antly. “About the champion,” I began, hes- itatingly, “I wanted to find out—” “Oh! Yeh!” the manager chimed in at once. “He’s awful good to his mother. Thinks th’ world uv her, an’ all. He bought her a beautiful home, an’ he takes her to the opera any night there ain't a good movie on.” “But | understood that his mother ” T objected. so! I forgot that,” the man- id. “Well, he’s awful good to his sister. Only sister. Thinks the world uy her, an’ all. He bought her—” “A beautiful home,” I interrupted. “Yeh!” the manager agreed. he asked, suspiciously, “how did you “IT heard about it,” I explained. “Well,” the manager continued, Quality The Exclusive Garter because it has exclusive features. For ex- ample—it is the only adjustable Wideweb Garter without the Hook and Eye Cast-off on the face of the Pad. Also has the famous Oblong All-Rubber Button, GEORGE FROST CO., BOSTON, Makers of Velvet Grip Hose Supporters for All the Family “Say,” | LOVELY complexions! Lovely women ! Pears’ Soap! are synonymous. “Good morning! Have you used Pears Soap ?” somewhat assuaged, “the champ is the original home-loving kid. Hits the hay at nine o’clock every night, unlest he goes to a movie, or th’ opera. “He loves children, too. Right now he’s supporting eight orphants in diffrent parts uv th’ country because he took a likin’ to them—” “What methods does he use?” I started to inquire, but the manager paid no heed. “An’ he’s just a big, simple boy. Wouldn’t hurt a soul in th’ world fer nawthin’. You'd be surprised to see how big-hearted he is. An’ he’s a bug on music. Nuts over all good stuff, classical stuff like Irving Berlin an’ them guys writes. Just eats it up. He has a phonograph with him every- wheres he goes an’ he gets the latest records the day they’re out.” “Does he like fighting?” I asked. The manager ignored me. “He never misses church on Sun- day,” he informed me, graciously. “Say, didn’t you know his mother was dead?- Yeh? Well, he promised her that he would attend to his religious duties an’ he keeps that promise. Makes me go with him all the time, too.” “Quite a disciplinarian,” I mur- mured. “No! sured me. That was enough. I left without the material for my interview, but that could not be helped. How could anyone expect to find out anything about fighting from someone who was only Little Lord Fauntleroy grown up? Baptist!” the manager as- The Motorist: Hair cut! —Kasper (Stockholm). comicbooks.com