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2< The Corbetts were a wild and spectacular family. Pat (Alan Hale), his father, and Ma (Dorothy Vaughan); Mary (Marilyn Phillips) and Harry (Pat Flaherty); George (James Flavin) and Jim. They lived in a whirl of talk and action. Together they knew no peace; apart they never forgot one another. And for every argument, Pat had one solution: "Let's go to the stable," he'd shout. And there in the sawdust, with the horses looking on somewhat bewildered, the point at issue would be settled peacefully in the Corbett manner . . . with fists.
3i Banking wasn't long for Corbett. In San Francisco's Olympic Club, sporting center for the Comstock Lode millionaires, Corbett began his long climb. There for the first time he met wilful, impulsive Vicki Ware (Alexis Smith), beautiful daughter of Buck Ware (Minor Watson). "So you say you can fight?" she said to him . . . "Yes" . . . "We'll see," Vicki said coolly. In the Olympic Club, too, Corbett met Carleton DeWitt (John Loder), Vicki's fiance. "So you're going to marry him?" Jim said . . . "Yes" . . . "We'll see," Jim said coolly.
5i He was angry and bitter after the fight. He wasn't a fool; he knew they'd hoped he'd be beaten. What did they expect him to do — these Olympic Club swells? Did they want him to go bowing and scraping before them? At the dance after the bout that night he drank heavily and talked big. Walter Lowrie (Jack Carson), his only friend there, tried to stop him. But he went on drinking. And talking. Until they threw them out, threw out Corbett and Lowrie, with Vicki Ware looking on, her eyes cool but something like a frown around her mouth.
8. "What do we do now?" Lowrie said . . . "Let's get drunk," Jim said. They woke up in Salt Lake City with a worry-faced, anxious little man (Wm. Frawley) hovering over them. "Who the devil are you?" Corbett said . . . "Your manager. Name's Delaney" . . . "Manager?" . . . "Sure, I got you a fight here. Remember?" . . . "No." . . . "Well, we got it anyway." So Jim Corbett, ex-bank teller of San Francisco, became a professional fighter, trading on his fists and his fighting heart He came to San Francisco to meet Joe Choynski in his first big fight.
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