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he boosted the limit to 15S, where
it has remained.
Ketchell always respected Bill Pap
ke, who had beaten him, and natur
ally, when Ketchell was killed, Papke
succeeded him aschampion.
Then Papke was beaten in Aus
tralia by Johnny Thompson and later
by others. It became evident Papke
couldn't make 158 ringside, xso sev
eral laid claim to the title, among
them being Eddie McGoorty, Jack
Dillon, Leo Houck, Harry Lewis,
Mike Gibbons, Jim Clabby, George
Carpentier, tave Smith, Frank Man
tell, Jeff Smith, George Chip and Gus
This squad has now been thinned
out Carpentier outgrew the class.
It is doubtful if Dillon or Klaus can
make 158 ringside.
Of the real ones who can make the
weight there are Clabby, Gibbons,
Smith, Houck, McGoorty and Chip.
McGoorty and Clabby are the class of
the squad, with Chip and Jeff Smith
We need a series of bouts between
real middleweights, men able to
make the weight, and let the four
flushers get into the class where they
belong. There would be few middle
weights if they had to make the
It is a shame the way the class has
been permitted to flounder about. If
the fighters cannot recognize one of
their number as champion, the big
promoters ought to pick out the best
pair and let them fight it out, the
winner to be recognized as champion.
Take Clabby, McGoorty, Dillon,
Klaus and Chip, select the men who
can make the weight to create a
champion. It's dollars to peanuts all
five can not make 158 ringside.
A CHRISTMAS SUGGESTION
A yard of shadow lace one-eighth
of a yard wide will make a pretty
r-oudoir cap. Sew together and al
low the lace edge to form the outer
edge of the cap. If lace with eyelets
is purchased, all one has to do is to
run the elastic through these eyelets.
If not sew on beading an inch from
the lace edge on the under side. Run
elastic in and sew to fit the head.
At the center of cap run four or five
neat shirrings, draw up neatly and
A dainty bow and the cap is complete.
THE CRIMINAL'S APOLOGY
By Barton Braley. v
Oh, yes, I'm guilty, right enough;
It ain't no use to throw a bluff,
An' yet, I guess, Society
Kin share the guilt along o' me!
I ain't the kind to weep an' whine,
But, say wot chance, wot chance
Born in a dirty, reeking slum
Where decent sunlight never cOme;
An' starved for food an' starved for
Through all my years of boyhood
While evil things an' low an' mean
Was nearly all the life I seen,
Of course, I.growed to be a tough,
A hoodlum and a bad young rough!
But even then I might uv been
Reformed to be some use to men
If every time I left the trail
They didn't slam me Into jail
Where thieves an' all that rotten
Would teach me worse than all I
Oh, yes, I'm guilty; that is clear,
But every guy who's listenin' here
An' all you swells an' goodly folks
Who sniffs at me an' such-like blokes
Is guilty, too along o' me,
An' will be tin the world is free
Of stinkin' slums an' rotten holes
That poison people's hearts an' souls
An' cheats 'em from their very birth
From any decent chance on earth.
I ain't the kind to weep r n' whine,
But, say, wot chance wot chance
Five seats in parliament ire held
by the Labor party in South Africa.