Showman (1937)

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SHOWMAN that point I went out and took a turn round the block to think it over. The second time round my mind was made up. I marched in and up to Steve Brodie of Brooklyn Bridge fame, who was strutting round waving a sheaf of bills and shouting for Sullivan. I stuck my own roll under his nose and shouted back: "Three thousand on Corbett!,, 'Tour to one?" he asked, gaping at me. "Done," I said, and walked away. It hadn't been enough to gamble my whole future on Corbett's winning—I'd had to go and put my last cent on him as well. I felt a little sick, but there was nothing to do about it. Sullivan had two more psychological punches coming, and both landed right on the button. One was Corbett's behavior in the ring before hostilities began. Sullivan was sitting scowling in his corner, arms folded, jaw thrust out, a cross between a cigar-store Indian and a lion waiting to spring. Corbett skipped in between the ropes, looked at Sullivan and smiled sweetly, went dancing round in a brisk minute or two of shadow boxing, and then caught the attention of the whole crowd by a stunt they'd never seen before— backing into the ropes and bouncing off them with a punch exploiting the momentum of the bounce. Sullivan was staring, too, in spite of himself. When the referee called them together in the center, Corbett, smiling and carefree, walked up to John L. and held out his hand as if he were approach 103