OBEDIENCE

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 80, 25 June 1927, Page 11

OBEDIENCE

“Gunboat” Smith and I were seconding Owen Moran against Joe Azanedo, at the Oakland Wheelmen’s Club. Azanedo was a rough, tough, young fellow, while Moran was one of the world’s best lightweights, and a veteran. But on this occasion Owen was in bad form. He seemed to have thrown his skill into the discard, and began toe-to-toe slogging with the fighting Azanedo. “Gunboat” couldn’t understand it. Whatever was Moran thinking of? “Box him! Box him! Think a little bit! Use your head, Owen! Use your head!” he cried. Whereupon Moran butted Azanedo’a front teeth out. “He’d make a wonderful soldier—the way he obeys orders,” observed Gunboat, sarcastically, as Moran was disqualified. BREVITY Yank sports writers are not considerate of pugs’ feelings. Long Jim Tracey arrived in Los Angeles and called on one of them. He must have been disappointed with the result. Here is the comment he received: “An elongated individual arrived yesterday, to state that he is heavyweight champion of Australasia. He neglected to state that it was a fine day*, thus following one interesting remark with another.” There came another, but the jokes apparently were all done with, for the newcomer was introduced. “Just a minute, Jack! I want you to meet Tommy Burns.” “Don’t try to work that on me!” said the third tout. “He’s not Tommy Burns.” “Bet you a fiver!” “Certainly—and ten more.” The tout winked at Burns. “Fifty if you like!” sa:.d Tommy. “Too right! I’m betting you your name’s not Tommy Burns —and fifty more.”