Pittsburgh Page #3

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Look at that sign.

"A hundred dollars in gold to any man

who can stay three minutes in the ring...

with the heavyweight champion,

Killer Kane. "

It's an invitation to your own funeral.

I sold the Killer a suit.

He's got a 48-inch chest,

a 23-inch arm...

- and a 19 neck.

- And a six-inch skull.

- You'll do no fightin' in my suit.

- Come on, Cash.

- Suppose he flattens you?

- He won't flatten me.

- Not in my suit!

- Nothin's gonna happen to your suit.

My suit!

Look at my suit!

- For a lead nickel, I'd smash your teeth in!

- Is anything wrong?

Plenty!

I oughta pull-

Oh, you got

your suit muddy.

His suit? My suit! He walks outta my shop

with a brand-new suit.

Then he wants to fight Killer Kane

in my suit. Now look at it!

- He didn't even gimme a deposit!

- Quiet, Shorty.

- It's nothing, Countess, nothing at all.

- I'm so very sorry.

- It's awful, awful!

- It's awful nice.

Good evening. Mr. Brawley's

down front, right aisle.

Thank you.

How about your date with

the long-legged gal with the Model "T"?

I like this chassis better.

Tickets, please.

- Uh, Shorty, you forgot to buy the tickets.

- I forgot to buy the tickets.

Three tickets, and I'm not

gonna like the show.

- Your coat.

- My suit! I'll be right back.

Hey, down in front.

Sit down, will ya?

Find someplace. I wanna see the show.

- Where's your collar?

- I got it right here.

Put your neck

in it. Here.

Hey, down in front.

Will you park your body? The clinch is on.

There ya are. The cost of the tickets

brings it up to $35 even.

- He don't look so tough.

- I'm glad that's not my head he's punching.

Ladies and gentlemen, you've just witnessed

a masterful exhibition of bag punching...

by the undefeated marvel

of the prize ring...

and contender of the world's

heavyweight championship, Killer Kane!

And now, gentlemen, one hundred dollars

for the man who'll remain on his feet...

- after three minutes of boxing

with Killer Kane. - Bring 'im on!

He wants a fight, does he?

I'll fight him for nothing!

- Come on!

- Oh, no, you don't, mister. You're plastered! Sit down.

Who'll be the first to challenge the Killer

to one round of exhibition boxing?

- I'm callin' you, Butch.

- Come on, sucker.

Come on. A fella needs

a second, doesn't he?

- We'll fix his-

- Come on, sit down!

- Please, boys, don't fight in my suit.

- Hello, Countess.

- Who is the challenger?

- Not me!

Coal miners, eh?

What's the matter

with coal miners?

We carried four of 'em out

this afternoon.

Yeah, well, here's one you aren't gonna

carry out. Cash Evans. That right, boys?

You dirty double-crosser!

- What's the matter, you afraid of him?

- Afraid? Why, I'll knock...

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