Showman (1937)

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SHOWMAN who could beat Fitzsimmons for the heavyweight title, there'd be a lot of money in it." My wife said she thought there probably would be. "Well," I said, "I'd like to make some money for a change." She smiled and told me to go ahead, if I thought it was a good thing. So I started the machinery moving. Getting Fitz to fight was going to take some doing, but I thought I saw a chance of sneaking the match up on him. My first move in this game of champion-stalking was miles away from the direct attack. I pulled strings and made propositions and got assurances and laid hold of the Coney Island Athletic Club, a huge barn of a place that would hold ten or twelve thousand people. Among my associates in this enterprise were a couple of fellows who stood in well with Fitzsimmons. That was part of the scheme. There was also a Brooklyn politician named Alexander Brown in the crowd and he turned out useful right away. The fight racket, as well as a good many other even less reputable rackets, was then dominated by the influence of Big Tim and Little Tim Sullivan in New York City. Strictly speaking, Brooklyn, which contained our layout, was outside their bailiwick, but we were treading on their toes even so— and treading on Big Tim was ticklish business. The Coney Island Club was going to be by all odds the biggest thing in the metropolitan area and, since they 197