Showman (1937)

Record Details:

Title:
Showman
Date:
1937
Publisher:
New York : E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc.
Volume:
Showman
Leaf #:
000119
Language:
English
Subjects:
Motion Pictures, Motion pictures--Biography
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
August 15, 2024
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SHOWMAN blowing it in, easy come, easy go. The first thing he did after collecting the fight-purse was to sink seven thousand in a piece of Bronx real estate, which eventually brought him in $85,000. People sensed good taste about him. When he'd come into Delmonico's late in the afternoon, the time when everybody came to Delmonico's, and sit down at a big table alone, it wouldn't be ten minutes before it was standing room only at that table— great actors, judges, lawyers, financiers would be crowding round, with Corbett's ready wit and instinctive courtesy as an attraction that would have worked whether he was champion or not. We didn't snub the barrooms either, of course. Part of our act on striking a new town with "Gentleman Jack" was to pay a visit to the local hangout of the sporting element, show ourselves, buy drinks for the boys, and talk shop. But Delmonico's was where we belonged. There was only one bad omen. And we didn't know yet that it was a bad omen. No sooner had Corbett got back to his dressing-room after the Sullivan fight than a pair of grotesquely broad shoulders and a flaming red head appeared in the transom over a door, and a harsh voice called in: "Hey, Jim! I can lick you and I want first chance!" Corbett looked up and scowled. "Beat it, you freak!" he yelled back. He had no use for this spindle-shanked, freckle-faced Bob Fitzsimmons. 109