Showman (1937)

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SHOWMAN I'll be right home," over the ringside microphone. But there was no fictional ballyhoo about the way Gentleman Jim and Ruby Robert felt about each other. Half in dread, half in contempt, Corbett was ragingly eager to show this antipodean what-is-it that he had bitten off more than he could chew. And, as a result of years of this business, I think Fitz was even worse. When the two men accidentally met on the road while training for the fight in Carson, it was Corbett who offered to shake hands and Fitz who refused: "111 shake hands with you in the ring, but nowhere else," he said. It was the public that had forced us into this fight. It seemed as if the whole world were insisting that Corbett stop play-acting and give Fitz a chance at the title. But, when we did sign articles, it looked as if there wasn't a state in the union that would let us stage the fight. We weren't going to try Florida again in our right minds. Louisiana had recently repealed the law, permitting boxing, which had been passed specially for the Sullivan fight. And nasty business involving fake matches and men killed in the ring had soured all the other likely spots. For a while the only offer we got was a bid from the Klondike— Dawson City. They guaranteed $100,000, but after all there were limits to where we would go. The jam broke only when Dan Stuart of Texas, a side-partner of Colonel Bradley of Palm Beach and Kentucky Derby fame, persuaded us that he could fix it so we could hold the fight in Texas. That sounded 164