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SHOWMAN
which had started as a car-barn and then was rebuilt into the old Madison Square Garden, where the big sporting events took place, and the club. My East Side pals hot-footed it to me with frequent summaries of what was going on, and I sent hourly bulletins to the papers, at thirty cents per. If there was something big doing, like the famous International Six-Day goas-you-please between Dan O'Leary, the pride of Ireland, and Charlie Rowell, the English bull-dog, that meant a couple of hundred dollars for me. Eventually I was averaging a hundred a week, rain or shine. Horatio's boy was making good a lot faster than Dan O'Leary ever heel-and-toed it round a ring. But, just when things were going great, my friend Doyle caught me late several mornings and got me fired. I still love that fellow like a brother.
I went West. Young fellows did those times, just as Horace Greeley advised them to. That's an opportunity the modern generation is missing plenty. There's nowhere to go to grow up with the country. Besides, I was born there— I felt the West owned me and I was scheduled to own it and my stay in New York was just a preliminary bout. There was a fellow named Jerome taking over a newspaper in Omaha who promised to get me a job out there. The Press Club wangled me a railroad pass, but Jerome cabbaged that and sent me via a second-class railroad to save money.
The job turned out to be ' 'peanut-butcher" on an emigrant train out of Omaha. Emigrant trains didn't
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