weight champion, who was
bumped into dreamless, star-filled
slumber by Eddie McGoorty be
fore he got Under way, is still, in
this land of trusts) hoping to re
deem himself ancLprove he is rtot
a boxing boob.
It is probable that much of the
excitement, especially in the edstr
will be created by the midgets
and not by the"big fellows. With
four classy bantanls like Goulon,
Morgan, Ledouxand ''Kid' Wil
liams, the sensational cook Ori
ole, anxious to straighten orit the
tangle, and prdmoters willing to
match them, the winter is full of
promise as Wall street is of Iamb
a la mode.
This Morgan boy Is some knock
out scrapper. He is a native of
"Merthyr, Wales, and began 'box
ing while still in short breeches,
winning the midget five-stone
competition Since then he has
participated in more th&n a hun
dred matches. t
His specialty seems to be pUts
ing'over the sleeper m from one
to six rounds. He nearly turned
the trfck with O'Keefe in &ew
York; in the second round, and
only the Quaker's ability to dhich
and stall saved him. Morgan shot
one punch, a right hook to the
jaw, and O'Keefe's knees sagged,
ut he fell into a clinch and hung
on until his brain cleared. Mor
gan packs a punch that brings
home the money. It will be in
teresting to see him matched with
Coulon at 115 or 116 pounds.
Morgan won the championship
of Wales in 14 rounds, knocking
out Jimmy Southway, anU before
leaving England tried for she
months to secure a match with
Digger Stanley, but the latter
persistently refused to trade
punches with him and lost hi's
title to a Frenchman.
WHAT HE WANTED $
The barber had been so very
Dersisteht that the bald-headed
little m&n upon whom he -was
operating Jiad, in sheer liesperaj
tiori, purchased 25-cpnt bottle of
his hair instanter" of "pro
ducer." Two nays later the little
tOxta. rushed into the shop- with a
Lglaje in his eye which made the
proprietor rush behmd the -counter.
"That hair producer' com
nieftced the little man in a tone
that made the razors shiver.
"But, sir, you mUsb have pa
tience," interrupted thejbarber.
"WBy, it was only two days
"Patience!" broke in, the irate
ohe. "Great SfeoU there ain't
enough patience in the World to
fit iny easel That muara1e-head-edl
girl of ours has mistaken the
hair-producer for furniture pol-,
"Oh, I see," smiled the barber.
"And you want another bottle?"
"No, I don't," snapped the bald
headed man. "I want to know
hbw much you'll charge to shave
oUr new dining-room suite."
When the Bulgarians cheer
they yell "Oorrahl" The Turks
have corrnpted this to "Ouch!"
but they cah hear it ten mile"
further, as they're proved.
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