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aire, who offers to bet $2,500 on
his protege. So anxious is An
derson to stack Elder against a
real fighter that he has a standing
guarantee of $3,000 to either Al.
Palzer of Jim Flynn, win, loose or
draw, in addition to two round
trip tickets from New York to
Los Angeles, if either will mix
with Elder. At present Elder is
a member of a moving' picture
He is 22 years old and weighs
190 pounds. He has a chest expan
sion of 5 3-4 inches and an 18 1-2
inch neck. He greatly resembles
Bob Fitzsimmons and is partly
bald, due to alkili water.
He was born fat Caneyville,
Ky., and when 15 forged his own
papers and enlisted in Troop F,
Third Cavalry, at. Columbus. He
Served nearly three years, part of
that time in the. Philippines.
Upon his return his mother
took him out of the army. He re
enlisted at Fort Baker, Cal., serv
ing another three years. In 1909,
at the Olympic Club, San Fran
cisco, he first donned a pair of
boxing gloves. He has had 57
fights andrvvon them all, over 40
His first 20 battles were all
knockouts. In a fight two years
ago with Heflen, a soldier, at the
Presido, Elder hit him over the
heart, knocking him out. He died
in three days. ,
In December, 1910, he beat
Lang of 'Frisco, Rufe Cameron
of Los Angeles and Walter Mon
ohan, Johnson's sparing partner.
He beat them all in three weeks
and .none lasted, three rounds.
GOOD THINGS COMING
Don't miss The Day Book
next week. It will have
some mighty good features
that will interest YOU.
And you wont find them in
any Chicago newspaper.
You ask me, friend, whX I'm not
Now the storys rather long,.
And besides there's lots of folks
That I was in the wrong.
You see, my friend, 'twas just like
Or thereabouts some way:
My sweetheart Lucy and myself
Were off to see a play.
We went right in the theater,
'The girl removed her coat,
I saw a lot of people stare
And look up at her throat.
Then I looked too, and quickly
From that which met my eyes,,
For the gown my sweetheart
wore that night
Was suerly off for size.
It sagged in front and gapped
And was an awful sight,
And where it should have been
'Twas very, very tight.
And that's the reason, friend of
That I've not wed thus far ;
For I couldn't bear the thoughts
Of the trip home in the car.
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