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canvas. I stepped . back. The referee too!" I think it was the first time in
said: "He ain't on the floor!" I his -life Tom Sharkey had ever met a
couldn't hit old Peter Jackson then- man as strong as he was. He quit lJon't let
he was helpless-and the ref wouldn't roughing me for a little while.
count. I went to the ropes, grabbed In the ten th, another bleacher sec-
the old boy off them and laid him out. tion went down. I heard the crash. I
That's the way the great Peter Jackson heard the yells and groans, and I knew _///aziizg-Suns
took his last knockout in the ring. the mob was rioting again. But I was
Small credit to me. down in the ring slugging the Sailor-
Mexican Pete Everett comes next- and being slugged-and I didn't find
and the biggest laugh of my ring out what had happened until the fight deaden !fOUr HAIR !
career. If I was to name the toughest- was over. Tom didn't give me time to
looking mug I ever went up against, find out.
I'd give you Mexican Pete, straight, Greggains held up my hand at the ~
place and show. If you asked me which end of Round 20. I think it was right-
was the most harmless, I'd also give I think I won it. Tom thought a draw
you Mexican Pete. was the worst he could have got, but
They didn't let Pete even see me he didn't yell. All he asked for was an-
until just before time to ring the other chance. He told the world he'd
gong-Frank Carr, Pete's manager, wreck me next time he got me in the
was afraid he'd run out. My brother ring.
Jack signed the articles in my place, We battled our way out through the
and on fight night he went in the ring mob.
and sat in my corner until just before People say Tom hated my guts after
the gong. Then I jumped in. The min- that fight, but that wasn't true. He
ute the fight started, Mexican Pete thought he could lick me; he wanted a
Everett began running. He made no chance to fight me again. He wanted
bones about it-he just turned and ran another chance to paste hell out of me,
around the ring as fast as he could. I but he didn't hate me. Tom Sharkey
got plenty of exercise, and the mob got was a fighting man.
a three-round laugh. I knocked Pete
out in the third with a right swing to Coming to Grief in the East
the middle of his back.
Two weeks later, on the night of Twenty-five years later I talked to
May 6, 1898, they handed me quite Sharkey about that fight. "Tom," I
a different proposition, and we packed asked him, '' did you see the balcony
the old Mechanics Pavilion with the crash that night? "
biggest mob that had ever attended a "I was too busy," he said. Then he
bout in the U. S. A. And it was a gave me that stubborn Irish grin of his.
mob too. "Did you?" he asked.
Tom Sharkey -- '' I wouldn't have had time to see the
Listen, that first night I fought whole building fall down," I told him.
Sailor Tom Sharkey was a brawl from After that Sharkey fight, Billy De-
start to finish. Tom and I had to fight laney started out to get Bob Fitz-
our way into the ring, we battled simmons for me. He figured I was Give your hair the _ it needs
twenty rounds inside the old ropes, and ready. So did I. But it was a year and
we had to fight our way out again. one month before we finally got the ... Vit.alis and the o;rk~out
shot. There was not as much stalling
Toe to Toe With Tom Sharkey about a championship promotion then
as there is now, but there was plenty.
Jim Coffroth promoted more busi- Delaney and I went East, the sum- -you,know, yourself, that sum-
ness on that fight than the Pavilion mer of 1898, aiming to line up the fight mer's hard on hair ... Daily
was built to handle, and he'd rigged up for ourselves. All we got out of it was burnings and hleachings by the
a lot of temporary bleachers and seats. a busted hand for me and a lot of has a chance. sun ... DaHy dips or showers
One section crashed while Tom and I grief for Delaney.
were waiting in the dressing rooms. My first fight in the East was sup- th.at · flood _ away the natural,
Just by a miracle, nobody was killed, posed to be a double-header-I was necessary +~ils.
but the mob stampeded out of the going to fight Bob Armstrong, the big 10 SECONDS TO That's why now_:..today-yo11;r
comb and brush -
wreck and down in to the reserved sec- Negro, and Steve O'Donnell on the your hair looks rich, hair demands Vitalis and the 60-
tions. It took 'l'om and me fifteen min- same night, at Tom O'Rourke's Lenox lustrous, with none of
utes to buck through to the ring. Alex Athletic Club. I'd come East to ask that unnatural "pat• Second Workout. Use it often.
ent-leather" look.
Greggains, the referee, hustled us out for a chance at Fitz, and I had to show , _ Douse it liberally. Ruh it in, and
almost before we got the gloves on; he the wise boys what I could do. I I rub it hard .. • . Tight, dry scalps
jabbered the instructions at us and showed them. I cracked my left hand \. loosen. Burned hair takes on
gave the office for the gong. on Armstrong's hard black skull in l new life. Circulation quickens ...
Outside the ring they quit rioting, Round 2; I licked him, but I didn't
then, because Tom and I put on a knock him out. Furthermore, the hand t The pure vegetable oils of Vitalis
worse riot inside it: Tom Sharkey was was in no shape for another fight the \help' replenish the natural oils ...
on top of me from the second the gong same night, and old Tom O'Rourke "Loose ·dand-ruff is defeated . . .
rang, and he stayed there from then wouldn't let me go on. The next day t Y ou'i:e helping your hair to help
on. We stood head to head, toe to toe, the New York newspapers panned me. ) itself-to save itself;
for twenty rounds and slugged at each The day I got the plaster cast off my
other with everything in the book. I hand, three weeks later, I went to " Now brush your hair. Note
drove him back, time and again, just work again in the old Reliance Club, rhow he~lthy it looks. How well
by the weight of the punches I threw back in Oakland. That afternoon I got .r!ht stays in place. What a natural
to his belly, but I never stopped him, a wire from William A. Brady, offering ,- come-hack it makes. No "patent-
never knocked him down, never seemed me a fight with Fitz. leather" look. Get the 60-Second
to hurt him. You know what Sharkey Brady had been sore at Delaney
was like-there was only one of him - ever since the Carson City training Vitalis Workout habit today.
stocky, with a chest like a beer keg, not camp, and his wire offered me the title Your druggist carries Vitalis.
enough neck to hoist his chin out. He shot if I'd put myself under the man-
was quick as a cat. He was a punishing agement of William A. Brady for the ASK YOUR BARBER-
He's an expert on scalp
puncher. He swarmed in and threw next two years. and hair. When he says
gloves, and the only way you could get "How about it?" I asked Delaney, Vitalis~take his advice.
him off you was to knock him off. when I got the wire.
He was good and rough too. Along in We had to play with Brady, or not
the seventh that night-with the mob play: but Brady's offer meant that
jammed right up against the ring, yell- Billy Delaney would be out. Delaney VITAL I'S
ing its head off-I grabbed Tom by only said: "Well, you want Fitz, don't
both shoulders, shook him up and you?''
threw him into the ropes. The next I took Delaney East with me,
time we got in close, I yelled at hi.m: though; and Mr. Brady and I had a KEEPS HAIR HEALTHY AND HANDSOME
"If you want to play rough, I'll play showdown: Brady was a good scout