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4 1 Thursday, August 11,1932 McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, SOUTH CAROLINA PAGE NUMBER THREW Vi! luftcoucrr KAaz.cs> FELIX RIESENBER6 V v V v V FIFTH INSTALLMENT it myself. Judge, you’re a life saver.” The two friends strolled up the ever. The Polack Wonder was picked to win. Cries of “Kill the white-washed kyke! Knock his block off! Bust him up! Mix ’er! way, Kill him!” interspersed with, oaths. SYNOPSIS: Johnny Breen, 16 years old, who had spent all of his . , life aboard a Hudson river tugboat avenue the dusk. plying near New York, is tossed in- For a block or so each x 7 whfch sinks^h* tug^drowns^hS groups of loiterers - and the curious greeted the senses of John, reeling mother and the man’he called fa- talked of the fights. The crowd backward from a hard blow on the ther. Ignorant, unschooled, and gradually thickened before the nbse. The warm salty blood trick- ore* d r a ^ s Ji im ^ elf i r ash " doors of the club. Now and then ling over his lips, sucking into his of a huge covered truck—onl^to^e some notable would appear; the mouth, filled him with an ungov- kicked out at dawn—and into the McManus came; then followed the ernable rage. Dancing before his midst of a tough §ang of boys who district chief of an adjoining prin- narrowed eyes he saw the thing he into sfbasememt doorway*where P he ci P alit y in the close feudal system was after, a cruel fighter who, in hides. The next day he is rescued of Tammany; or some sporting those red moments, epitomized the and taken into the home of a Jew- celebrity would dash up in a cab. enmity of man. secondUhand™ n <^othing ^toref th He It; was more the attra ction of the During the first minute of the works in the sweatshop store—and c ^ ub than any special fame of the round, as the fighters, by their ac- Becka—the. contenders that drew these men. tions revealed a lack of science, to the home of the wealthy S Van Pug Malone » the trainer » generally man y Q f the audience turned their Homs—on 5th Avenue, where lives P u t U P a sb °w. Boys and men look- backs to the ring, preferring to dis- .? ilbert Van ed on ’ with the P er P etual interest cuss ma tters of greater interest chapter . That chapter was an'af- ° f ex P ectatlon - while awaiting the main event of Gilbert Van Horn and Judge the evening, a much touted bout Kelly, wearing silk opera hats, and between third-rate heavies, with rakish cloaks over their ev fair with his mother’s maid, who left the house when he was accused. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Harriet had left with a man, her father or brother. Simmons did not know. They walked dowp toward Park Avenue, and beyond, to the river, and the Cavalier. Tom Breen was glad to get her at any price. As Gilbert left home his father gripped him by the hand. “Well, Gilbert, you are a Van Horn, not a Hallet, thank God. The girl may show up again. I suppose she knows how to take care of herself.” The words, then as now, held a familiar ring. “But, let this be a lesson to you.” At the club, Brevoort, in the utmost confidence, pouring out a liberal highball of Sherwood, tossed It off and told the whole story to Marvin Kelly, a gentleman who mingled politics with law. “I re call the girl, Marvin, a handsome wench, a figure, if you follow me, and a way with her. Think of leaving my boy closeted with that.” “He’s a Van Horn, all right. Well, here’s luck to ’em both.” “How!” and the men tossed off their drink. The affair never got outside ojf the Van Horn home. Servants in those days, were loyal; it was still in a time when servants talked, but not for publication. Gilbert Van Horn, in the fall of 1900, sat in the window of his Fifth Avenue club. Marvin Kelly, Judge of the State Supreme Court, man about town, gray, genial, came in as the long afternoon shaded into night. “Gilbert, old boy,” Marvin Kelly drew off his gloves and tossed his cane and hat on a vacant chair. “I am having a bit of fun tonight, on the Bowery, down at McManus’ place. What are you doing?” • “Having a whiskey sour; what else?” “A1 right. DineVith me at Mar tin’s, and then for the mixed-ale scrappers. Malone has a string of • But, as the Rasper drew blood, and the ening dress, stepped from a red fighting kyke showed spunk, the wheeled hansom. They had dress- fans> alert on the infant, turned ed the part, a bit of convention in back to the ring. The tiered seats the old city, for the Bowery, and and the g a ii e ry bent over, glued to the bums, expected it of the qual- , their chairs and benches. The mep- ity- hitic air, heavy with stale tobacco As they alighted Sol Bernfeld, and foul with the fumes of whiskey mm® fisssa I mm ill :=«*• ..r- i i i They were off, shuffling above the resin canvas. • • . > | • holding John by the arm, passed the door of the club and entered the fighter’s dressing room. It was crowded and a maze of talk and smoke greeted. John had learned that he need only fight one oppon ent at a time, and he knew that breath, vibrated under the impact of tight fighting gloves pummeling human flesh. The Rasper landed ^igain and again, then John, seeing an opening drove his hard right to the chin and laid bare the lower teeth of the leather gloves were far less dam- Polack. Dark blood oozed from the aging than brass knuckles. His cut lip in a sluggish stream. A point of view was typical of his ex perience. Generally he got five dol lars. for a fight, not an inconsider able amount, and here he might earh fifteen. “But you got to win. Remember it, quick left to the jaw, partly blocked by the Rasper, spattered blood over both fighters; the gong sounded the end of the round. Cheers rose from the ringside, cat calls and boos mingled with the din. The stamp- John, you got to win to cop the big ing of feet and the dust and smoke money.” John and Sol were being pushed along a narrow aisle to the terriers, he’s trying out a couple of ringside as Gilbert and the Judge! getting blood and action for their heavies.” 1 took their seats, chatting with the money. that lifted above the crowd at tested their approval. They were '‘All phine. right, Judge Ah, Jose- i McManus. Blue smoke lifted in the I want to tell you about a ir> drifting in flat veils like un- her.” . “Yes.” “Well, you know, I’m rather lucky about that. Getting to feel Stools were shoved into the ring and the Rasper was rushed to his steady saucers of mist. A hum of , corner. A towel tosser, gulping talk rose between the scraps. It large mouthfuls of water from a was a male'audience; it was a time bottle, sprayed the contents over of hard heroic fighting. A hush the face and body of his man, while like a family man, home, you know, fell over the hall as the announcer j two others massaged his arms and laughter, and a bit of responsibility, appeared. John had climbed into i e gs, and advisers from the Green- She’s entered at the Misses Filters, j the ring, and a million fierce little point section whispered breathless Sort of has the crowd guessing, j eyes, terribly close together, in instructions for the continuation of Gad, I met her the other day, out pairs, seemed to be boring at him the battle. Bets were being laid walking with a class. Really, I from all sides of an endless void. on their man, and partisan fans felt as if I was responsible for the Immediately about him, under shouted encouragement. “Ya got whole lot of them. A female gave streaming light, was stark reality, him, Rasp. Kill him in the next! me a cold stare when I bowed to «. The next bout gentlemen, an’ I He ’s white—he is! Plug his wind! my ward. hope it will be a bout,”—there was Look, out for his right! He’s a nut— “Gilbert, all you need is a bin t. a slight pause filled with boos and , crac k him!” and you’ll be a family man yet j eers —^ b e t ween *»— am i the stout j Fighting Lipvitch also had his ad- T’m thinking seriously of setting man unc jer the floodlight in the herents. Men yelled and howled as an automobile. They talked idly. cen t e r of the ring brought a piece he went to his corner where Man- “Looked at a Panhard the other of pa p er c i 0 ser to his eyes—“is be- ager Sol, and a boy, worked over daj^ just bro ^ ° v ^'' , tween Rasper Jorgan,” he waved his bim to clumsy fashion. Sol Bern- makers are y hand toward a corner of the squar- fdd had failed to provide his man ed circle—a dark-skinned muscular with proper handlers. John wiped , i- j ^ ^ youth rose to the introduction, grin- his n ose with a towel and gulped it “Tn<?pnh Mui nmg at the crowd > known as the from a bottle of water. Then he do a on a chUd of seven, was killed on ‘ Pol “ k ' V “ n rf der ’' ^ d "-hls other sat back on his stool, his arms rest- ££ street last Anrll by one of the £ and POmted accusing; y at John ing on the lower ropes of the ring. Breen—“and Fighting Lipvitch!” He was without the artificial aid The fighters had their bandages f°r quick recuperation accorded his examined. The glo\es were ad- opponent. An angry murmur arose justed. The stools were pulled from from the excited crowd, brought to that.” “It’s a dangerous thing.” Judge 51st Street last April by new vehicles. There’ll be dozens killed every year before we know it. Don’t take any chances, Gilbert.” “Depend on me being careful, tbe corners. All but the referee left a close by the ringing of the gong j u( jge—here’s looking at you! For a while they continued to look out on Fifth Avenue. thg ring. The fighters shook hands. * or the second round. The gong sounded. They were off. j The experienced Rasper ducked Shiiffling kbove the resined canvas, and dodged in a waiting game to “Come, Gilbert, let’s walk up to ThU'dold white light pelted down wind and tire his opponent. Hoota Martin’s.” oii them. Their bodies glistened, and howls of rage gretted these un- “I feel like a good scrap tonight.” like animated specimens on some popular maneuvers. “The Polack’s Van Hdm stood and flexed his mbnst^r operating table. The calls stallin’!” some one shouted and an inris ‘“Wouldn’t mind mixing In of the crowd rose more violent than empty flask whirled at him, missed, \nd crashed into the spectators i he opposite ringside seats. A grep ’heer for John swept through th rowd as his right fist again smash ?d against the jaw of the dodgin Rasper with the hard sharp thud c i perfect blow, rocking his ihan, fc an instant, against the rope' John responded to the change o sentiment with a burst of speed anding right and left against fch ->ody in quick succession ant umping clear of a furious countes blow. Purple blotches rose undei he impact of his fists. Then, af ter a running minute, a short hook o the wind ended the round. The Rasper staggered to his corner, a hok of doubt crossing his battered face. John fell onto his stool, his nose again bleeding, a thick trickle of gore smearing down his throat and over his heaving chest. At a whistle from the trainer two boys from the Samson Club elbowed Sol and his assistant out of the corner, stripped off their coats and began rubbing and blowing water under direction of Pug Malone. A third man swung a towel alternately from his shoulders, fanning air into John’s face. They rubbed and kneaded his legs, for fighters tire there first . “Play his wind,” was the advice of Malone “don’t stop— mind your guard,” and the third round was called with the sudden clanging of the gong. “Some is natural fighters,- same as some is swimmers,” Pug Malone was expending his views in the dressing room of the Samson Sport ing Club, after the fight. “They just naturally know how to fight, to put steam into a punch, an’ kick, when it lands. Why dammit, nine ty-nine fighters out of a hundred hit like windmills. Now, that kid —Breen’s his name, not Lipvitch, he’s no kyke—that kid’s a born na tural fighter.” The Jorgan-Lipvitch fight, end ing by a clean knockout in the mid dle of the sixth round, after a mill filled with fight from start to the count of ten, completely overshad owed the main event, in which the mixed-ale pugilists, “Red Herring” Hennessy and Jeff Keegan, flound ered around in clumsy buffeting while the crowd dwindled in dis gust. (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK) tXT Fall Gardening Notes For Present Attention CLEMSON COLLEGE, Aug 6.— For better success with fall gardens A. E. Schilletter has some specific suggestions for present attention. 1. A big mistake is the failure to fertilize the late crops, or the all summer crops late in the summer. One would not expect the hired man and team to do a full day’s work without any dinner. Like animals, plants must be fed con tinuously if good results are to be obtained, and a late crop cannot feed on fertility that has been used up earlier in the season. Well decomposed stable manure applied between the rows in August and September will makeji wonderful difference in the late' growth of plants. Where thi-: is not avail able a sine dressing of some quick ly available form of nitrogen should be used. 2. Fall tomatoes usually bring a good price on the local market. If all the fruit fails to ripen before frost, it can be kept far into the winter wrapped in paper .and laid away in a cool, dark place. Plants set now will mature fruit before frost. Use strong stocky plants and retain all the soil possible on the roots. Set deeply and pour a pint of water around roots and cov er with a thick layer of dry soil. 3. One thing should be attended to promptly in growing rutabagas and that is to thin them to a stand .when the plants are not over two inches high. Give them plenty of distance, leaving them eight to 10 inches apart in the drill, one in a place. This prompt thinning will make plants stocky and the roots well shaped. 4. Remember that consecutive planting every 15 to 21 days keeps a supply of crisp vegetables for the home table and for market where one is available. 5. To control harlequin cabbage bugs and squash bugs, hand piek and destroy adults and spray with one pound of white soap flakes in six gallons of water. For blossom end rot of tomatoes, usually caused by insufficient moisture, water when practical, or maintain a good mulch of leaf mold or straw around the plants. Destroy weeds and crop remnants to aid in controlling in sects and diseases. X A typewriter with an ordinary keyboard and a carriage forty-seven inches long has been produced for work on large-sheet bookkeeping records. A Telephone Can Help You to Get More Out of Life If your house has no tele phone, you make it very dif ficult for people to be friendly to you. And you handicap yourself in being a good friend to others. Time is valuable, of course, but a friendly visit by telephone only takes minutes—and it can mean so much. Of course a telephone has hundreds of purposes, in helping to protect your family, in helping you to make money, etc. But best of all, we like to think of a telephone as something that keeps people happy—keeps them together and malc.es them friends. Order your telephone installed—today. o. L/. COis'jlaNENTAL TELEPHONE CO. The Value of the Tel ephone Is Greater Than the Cost BATTERIES FOR ALL LIGHT CARS $6.65 WHITTLE BATTERY SERVICE 622 BROAD PHONE 1166 AUGUSTA. GA. VtflY MAW MARS11AU. Romantic fashions for 1930 . . . The femininity for 1931 . . . N but the swagger for 1932. That Was the early spring schedule which held through summer and bids to be a fall favorite. Swagger coats especially appeal to younger women who make sport <33 Some New Meat Dishes Are Well Worth Meeting BUSINESS CARD Chiropractic Health Office Dixie Highway Hotel Edgefield DR. A. H. MacALUSE, D. C. Hours: Daily—10 to 12 a. m. and 2 to 4 p. m. Evenings by Appointment Lady in Attendance “The discovery of a nev; dish is more beneficial to humanity than the discov ery of a new star.” —Brillat-SavaiuTi. Practically speaking, perhaps thi ? quotation is true. Then the my riads of homemakers who have used imagination and skill in plan ning new dishes to tempt the ap petite have done a work of which they have a right to be proud. Home economists, too, have kep: abreast with the times and have constantly watched for new idea.? in preparing foods and in combin ing different ones. They have nht been content with finding theso new ways, but have endeavored to place them in the hands of others who are able to use them, and so the march of progress in making different dishes has gone on un interrupted. Inez S. Willson, home economist, gives some of her latest finds. Baked Tomato Pork Chops 6 thick shoulder pork/Chops* 1 onion. 1 green pepper. 1 can tomato juice. Few lemon slices (if desired) Salt, pepper and flour. Dredge the pork chops with flour and season with salt and pepper. • Sear both sides’and place in a bak ing dish. Slice onion, green pep per and lemon over chops, then pour the tomato juice over all. Bake in a moderate oven (350 de grees Fahrenheit) until the chops are done. This will take about I hour. Serve hot with baked po-r tatoes. *• .. ' Blanquette of Lamb With Green Peas * 2 pounds lamb shoulder cut In to 2-inch pieces. 2 cups fresh peas. 1 tablespoon • butter. 1 small onion. • 1 tablespoon parsley, minced. Whole cloves. - ' Flour. Milk. Salt and pepper j • ' Cook the 2-inch squares of lamb shoulder in water, at a simmering temperature until tshder. Drain but reserve the broth. Dredge the pieces with flour. Fry a light brown in fat, replace in the kettle with the broth. Add 1 tablespoon minced parsley, 1 small onion in which a few whole cloves have been stuck, and 2 cups peas. Cook slowly un til the peas are done. Blend 'I tablespoon butter * with 2 table spoons flour, add enough milk to make smooth, add to the liquid and cook for ten minutes. Pile the meat in the center of the dish, and cov er it with the peas and sauce. Stuffed Green Peppers 6 good sized green peppers. 1 cup pork sausage. \ 4 tablespoons chopped mush rooms. 1 cup cooked rice. Salt. Pepper. Cut a slice from the stem end of each pepper, remove seeds, and parboil peppers 5 minutes. Sprinkle with salt and fill with mixture of pork sausage, chopped mushrooms and rice, which has been seasoned with salt and pepper. Cover with bread crumbs and bake IP to 15 minutes in a moderately hot oven (400 degrees Fahrenheit). £jterve on platter decorated with parsley. txt Gasoline Kills Lawn Pests wear the keynote of their ward robes . . . The tweed swagger coats were and are in demand—and now the swagger coat of light weight wool. Plantain, troublesome lawn weed, may now be “painted” out of a lawn with gasoline, the United States Department of Agriculture says. Weed-eradication specialists of the department suggest daubing plantain, either the broadleaf or buckhorn, with gasoline to kill it. A paintbrush and a small can of gasoline are all the equipment needed. The gasoline is daubed on the leaves at the center of thfe plant. The crown of the plan tain is somewhat cup-shaped and holds the gasoline until it soaks on dowfi to the roots and kills the plant. The best time to daub the plants is when the ground is dry. Tying the brush to a-long stick takes some of the ache out of the job. Plantain are commonly killed bv digging them out arid cutting the roots about an inch below the sur face of the soil. The gasoline method lessens the work. If the. weed?. The illustration shows a swagger coat model which has proved ex- ’ lawn is overrun with these ceedingly popular and will be seen however, it should be dug up and in number for early fall wear. . remade.