Pulp Fiction, 1922 · page 150 of 180
Argosy, Vol. 147, No. 1 — page 150: what you’re looking at
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ITH the understanding that I am in no way connected. with the R management, why, I suppose you hhave by this time no doubt seen a certain “s w entitled “ A Perfect Fool,”’ and which _ for some time has been standing ’em up in front of one of our leading playhouses. Well, it’s a nice show. But what I was going to say is this: just the minute I ear where the producers are going to send some road companies, leave it to me ‘to apply for the name part in the number one company, because it’s a copper-riveted cinch that I’m there with positively all the _ qualifications. _ And if they turn me down—though it don’t seem possible—I’m gonna tip off a nc | of mine, Eddie Bigelow, who admits na: » he is a well-known vaudeville artist; ad believe me, Eddie gets the job. Do ~ that I mean, when my good friend ‘lie, the well-known impresario , a +t 2 ; Fe , tid pas 4 srg! ra ‘ cle UAY - oe ace” alt . ,* 4 Eh se by By SAMUEL G. CAMP 7 a ’ < > aver anal eney—a boxer whose contract T. Wylie turns over to me outa pure friendship and at a terrific sacrifice at a time when I am down and seven-eighths out on account of an overindulgence im the music publishin’ business—when Tasker Wylie gives me his word that this Kid Caveney is nothing less than a second Georges Carpentier, why, Ive got the notion that he must have meant something more than just that the Kid was about Georges’s size, Classing as & light- heavy, and that the way the Kid handles himself in the ring is a dead ringer for the great Frenchman, and that, like Georges, Mr. Caveney packs a right which sure is the old TNT and no mistake and matters of that sort. Not that I want you that T. Wylie was keeping something back from me. No, nothing like that. But be that as it may, you probably remember how when the fascinating Georges comes over here for the purpose of taking that to get me as saying two-hundred-thousand-dollar slap from our : “cece pees soa és a eee comicbooks.c