Pulp Fiction, 1922 · page 151 of 180
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ere ee VAMP TILL READY. the dames simply fall for him as you might say. And recollect how the sob- dust off the good old Jack, why, in mass formation, likewise you no doubt sisterhood wipes the Greek-god stuff and gives it another run for the money; and how—but no doubt you get the idea. Georges certainly goaled ‘em, and that’s a historical fact. Well, it is likewise a matter of history that the great French athlete had nothing on Kid Caveney in the respects to which I have just alluded. For as regards the ef- feminate sex, what a knockout he was! Why, for a fact, Kid Caveney had these beautiful cake eaters featured in the collar ads lookin’ like the leadin’ male characters in the comic strips; and so you can figure for yourself exactly how many chances the slightly fairer sex had with the Kid. The answer is not a chance. And another thing. As you no doubt know, M. Carpentier is popularly supposed ta have a type of mind, so to say, which ain’t to be mentioned in the same breath with the sort of so-called brain which is usually to be found growin’ wild among the average run of box-fighters. That’s to say, if we are to believe the advertisements, why, Georges is quite an accomplished actor, and reads only the best of literature—maybe writes a mean poem, for all IL know—and allowin’ for the differ- ence in climate between here and Paris, why, his manners are simply flawless and all this and that. Well, believe it or not, in these respects also the Kid yields not an inch to the beau- tiful and likewise accomplished Georges. Why, it’s a fact that the Kid has got these terrible roughnecks with which he is forced * to associate in the glove-pushin’ trade look- ing like nothing so much as so many sub- normal morons, and no one is freer to admit it than Mr. Caveney himself. And as an actor—well, take it from the Kid, all he needs is a chance and right away he’ll have Doug, Wallie and the rest of ’em looking like a bunch of rank outsiders. So, what with one thing and another, you can believe me when I say that piloting Mr. Caveney was one sweet job. And just to prove it, and at the same time make a tall story short, I’m going to give you a chance to listen in on ¢ bag-punching bee which took place D me and Eddie Bigelow some : months after Kid Caveney came UNGSS &® skillful management. You probably member I already mentioned Eddie, an as I said then, there is no doubt in t world that Eddie is one of our le adi vaudevillains, because he himself admits" Anyway, one day as I’m leaving the build ing in which my well-appointed generé headquarters are located, why, there, par just outside the door and w tchin’ the worl go by, is Eddie Bigelow. = I’m busier than a flea at a dog sh but not having seen him in quite some of course I have to stop and find out things are going with Eddie. And right away Eddie remarks that I’m looking kind of worried. - ae “ Worried?” I says. “ Where do you get that idea? Why, as a matter of fact, | no more to worry about than a bas umpire in a pop-bottle factory.” “What seems to be the trouble?” Eddie. . “ Kid Caveney hitting the spots or something?” Ae “Vou guessed it,” I says. “Or ¥ to that effect. Listen. If you’ve ever him, you don’t need to be told thi t Kie Caveney has got Who’s This Adonis lookin “J always said,” says Eddie, “that if that bird ever went into the pictures he’ be a bigger riot than anything that was es pulled in Dublin.” . ae “ By an odd coincidence,” I says, “ ‘that’ practically what the Kid has always said himself. And it seems now ther | third person that has the same idea, and, what’s more, she ain’t h -. to tell him so. And seein’ she’s in business herself, why, this time it mea something. I'll say it does.” aM a aC eh ie. ame “Who do you mean?” he asks, ‘Muriel Morton,” Isays. 7 “You don’t mean Muriel Morton says. its “You heard me,” I says. “But, Muriel Morton,” he says, “ she’s a regular headliner!” what of that? Believe 1 th ~ comicbooks.com Sts . se ies 4 tk rae Net wy we en .