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A year ago, so the story goes, Jess
Willard had to scrape to get enough
money to pay interest on a mortgage
on his home. "
The other day he paid $33,000 for
the share of two men in his contract,
leaving the split of his earnings be
tween himself, Jack Ourley and Tom
Jones, his managers.
Curley says Willard will have $50,
000 in bank in a short time and all
he makes from now on will be split
three ways instead of five.
Miss Loretta Hoag of New York is
not the only girl fight manaer. Miss
Elizabeth Tucker, an Indian girl of
Oklahoma, is managing her brother,
Lonnie, who she touts as a coming
Miss Tucker 'traveled to Sit Paul,
Milwaukee and Chicago, looldng for
matches. Besides handling the busi
ness end of bouts, s"he supervises her
BOOKER T. WASHINGTON, WELL
KNOWN NEGRO, DEAD
Tuskegee, Ala., Nov. 15. Booker
T. Washington, leader of the negro
people and principal of the Tuskegee
Institute for Negroes, died yesterday
as a result of a nervous breakdown.
He was believed to be 56 or 57 years
old, but no one knew the date of his
birth. His funeral will be held at the
Tuskegee Institute Wednesday morn
ing. Booker T. Washington was born
on a plantation near Hale's Ford, a
slave. His father is believed to have
been a slave from a neighboring plan
tation. As the boy had no last name
he adopted the name "Washington"
when he first went to school.
When the slaves were freed in 1865
he went to work in a coal mine to
support his mother and himself.
Hearing of the Hampton Institute,
Virginia, he walked 500 miles, was
admitted to the classes and did
chores and janitor work for his liv
ing. While in Hampton he conceived
the idea, which he worked out in
Tuskegee, of an industrial school for
An automobile was going up the
mountain. A man, driving a team
ofxnules, was coming down.
There was not room enough, to
pass, and, of course, the motorist
felt that it was up to him to back
down and give the mules right of
way. But there was an obstacle. In
the back seat of the automobile sat
a woman, the wife of the driver,.
"You'll not back down," she said.
"But my dear, the man can't back
his mules up the mountain."
"I don't care. We'll not back
There was a pause, then the man
with the mules sighed, shook hands
with the motorist and, looking to
ward the woman, said:
"That's all right, old man. I'll back
the mules up the mountain. I've got
one just like that at home."