without a keen brain to direct them.
The boy who quits school early Is
a fool, even if he intends making his
Jiving in the boxing game. Get all the
education you can. It trains you to
think quick, tb look down behind
your adversary's eyes and to gauge
his weaknesses. Then you can out
guess him and make your muscles
count for the most
There is one thing the prize ring
proves very quickly rowdyism
means inefficiency. It is a waste of
energy steam blown off uselessly
and often dangerously.
And now a word to fathers:
This wild oats business is all
wrong. The boy who doesn't sow
them has nine out of ten chances to
whip your son, weakened by dissipa
tion, either in business or in the ring
with the gloves.
And to mothers: r
Don't coddle your boys and pam
per their whims. The first good
punch in the solar plexus will put
them out. Coddling gives a yellow
Both the coddled dandy and the un
couth rowdy stand mighty poor
chances of being kingpins. Your boy
may have a chicken-breast, but don't
make him chicken-hearted.
The whole world is still too much
of a prize ring to have much use for
the boy or man who can't stand up
stouthearted against his adversary,
squarely and unflinchingly, when the
gong sounds for the fray.
It gives its prizes and its belts, its
dollars and Its cheers, to those who
can stand the gaff; to those who can
keep on, doggedly While the crowd
jeers; who don't foul when things get
hot, and who don't crawl through the
ropes or throw up the sponge.
The man was once describing a
visit that had been paid to his house
by a burglar. "He was a most amus
ing fellow," he said. "He dropped in
on me quite unexpectedly. He fell
through the skylight!"
HOW I BUILT MYSELF INTO A
By Willie Ritchie.
It is when a fellow is being pun
ished, when the -blows drive in like
the kick of a mule, that the clean
living I have emphasized counts most
That's the crisis that tests a man out.
If he hasn't taken mighty good care
of himself he goes down.
To often I have felt it in the ring.
But my muscles laughed with the
certainty of their power to withstand
as well as deliver. Did you ever feel
your muscles laugh like that, boys?
It's worth a lot of work and grind
and many defeats toreach that point
the knowledge of superiority, the
feeling that you are master.
They say of me that I can stand
lots of punishment. That I can take
the hammering and wait for my
chance when the other fellow's
gloves for just the flash of an eye
leave an opening for my fist to shoot
through to a vital spot. It is a fact.
I even rally under punishment and do
my best fighting then.
But let me tell you right here, boys,
prize fighters are not constituted dif
ferent from the average man who
never enters a ring. Few of them like
a fight for its own sake. The man
who says he likes a fight and likes
the blows is a liar.
Some of the best fighters I have
known even cringe from a goodbeat
ing. It's heir will that takes them
through. That wonderful thing in
a man that makes him a king in his
line if he keeps it from the rust of
vices and dissipations.
I fight for the money there is in it.
I went into the game as a profes
sional for that purpose. It is simply
a case of subjecting my body to an
ordeal, confident that in the end my
muscles and brain and eye are
quicker than my adversary's.
Wonderful muscles are not enough.
In fact, they count for very little
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