Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 152: what you’re looking at

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a ¢ By f. J. SHULSINGER AIN’T had a lot of experience with the so-called fair sex, but I know enough to know what a wicked wallop they can pack, No matter how big, or rough or up- stage a guy may be, there’s always some frail somewhere who can tell him where to get off and how. Take the case of Kid Kerinedy for in- stance—the sweetest boxer and the best meal ticket I ever had. I never had no trouble managin’ the Kid until he fell into a lot of dough; then he put on the high hat and nobody could tell him nothin’ un- til—well, figure it out for yourself. I been managin’ fighters since as fong as I can remember, but I never was lucky enough to land the real thing—a boy who could work his way up to the top and grab off the heavy dough. Every bozo I picked -up proved a flivver after a few fights and left me just where I was before, which was nowhere at all. But Ll always kept my eye peeled for a comin’ champ and when I met the Kid I thought I grabbed one at last. Ill never forget how it was I come to meet up with the Kid and see what a wow of a socker he was. I was managin’ “Battling ” Bennett in those days and we was tourin’ the tanks takin’ on any of the second raters the hick promotors could set up for us. It was in a little burg down in Oklahoma that I met the Kid—one of those oil towns where they have a lot of oil wells on Main Street and every guy has a gusher in his back yard. : Now, we all has our little weaknesses and Bennett’s was women. The poor dumb- bell thought he was a demon with the dames and wherever we went I had my hands full keepin’ him from gettin’ tangled up with the village vamp. His usual stunt -was to stand in front of the hotel and make wise cracks about all the flappers that blew by. 622 —« <COIMIECHOOKS- col