The Milky Way Page #6

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Hey! No, wait! Uhh!

And don't forget, folks, this

fight program comes to you...

through the courtesy of

Weinbaum's Wonder Wafers...

those delicious

chocolate-coated...

Groceries.

Oh, it's you.

Yes, sir!

And are we gonna celebrate.

Your brother

knocked out the Tornado...

in the first round. Heh.

Well, it isn't over.

You said it...

What isn't over?

- The fight.

- What do you mean?

Well, it hasn't started.

Well, it's supposed to be over.

There's the Tiger. There,

he's coming down the aisle now.

A tremendous ovation, folks!

And no wonder.

This is the lad who knocked

the middleweight champ...

off the front page

of every newspaper.

They were going to introduce

Mr. McFarland tonight...

Why aren't you there?

Oh, I'd much rather

be here with you.

To put it mildly...

maybe the thought of

meeting Mr. Sullivan again...

made him a little bashful.

The dope.

There they go, folks.

The Tornado comes out

like a wild bull.

He swings, the Tiger ducks.

He swings again,

the Tiger ducks.

The Tiger ducks again!

Folks, what a...

Oh...

Sullivan sends in

a jab to the face.

He sends in another!

Tornado's down, folks!

He's down!

Five...

He's winning!

Seven...

Oh, Burleigh. Burleigh!

He won!

The Tiger wins!

Sullivan won! Ha ha!

And he knocked him out.

And in the first round, too.

Sullivan won!

In the first round!

But why didn't he get up?

Because of that good right hand,

that's why.

The old one-two.

I don't have to fight anymore?

- Nah. It's all over.

- All over?!

Maybe I can get

the Fighting Milkman...

to say a few words.

And here he is now!

Tell them about it, Burleigh.

Hello, folks.

You know, I'm just as

surprised as you are...

because I could swear

that I missed him.

- Ohh!

- Ohh!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

What a wit, what a clown.

What a fighter!

This is honest Gabby Sloan...

his manager...

talking, folks.

And I want to say

right here and now...

that of all the boys

I've ever handled...

I've never had a boy

that had the zip, the snap...

and the up-and-at-'em

that Tiger Sullivan's got.

Ha ha ha! And with it all,

what color!

Oh! Heh!

Yeah!

Ha ha! And what

an entertainer, folks!

He's got the crowd hysterical!

For years and years,

we looked for a fighter that...

One, two, boom. One, two, boom.

One, two, boom.

One, two, boom. One, two, boom.

One, two, boom.

Mr. Sloan?

Mr. Sloan?

Mmm. What... what is it?

Mr. Sloan, what is "color"?

What's what?

Color. That stuff

you was talking about...

on the radio...

that I got.

That's what gets a guy's name

in the newspapers.

Hmm. Uh, like what,

for instance?

Like what what?

I mean, like who, for instance?

It's what makes a man

stand out from the crowd...

makes him talked about.

Dizzy Dean's got it,

Bobby Jones has got it...

Amelia Earhart's got it.

- And Mae West?

- She's got it in a big way.

Yeah.

Suppose that I had

what all four of them's got.

I'd pack 'em in, huh?

I hope to tell you.

That's what I thought.

One, two, boom. One, two, boom.

One, two, boom.

One, two, boom. One, two, boom.

One, two, boom.

Hey! Let's have

a little service here!

How about it? Any mail for me?

Yes, Mr. Sullivan.

Here. Read 'em, Spider.

Come on out, boys.

He won't hurt you.

He's gentle as a kitten.

There's the bell!

Some of the local newspapers...

think this fight

will go ten rounds.

Others think about eight.

Your announcer thinks...

your announcer knows...

it's over! It's Sullivan!

Sullivan in the first!

Boys... l've got the biggest idea

I've ever thought of in my life.

Tonight,

I'm leaving for Chicago.

Tomorrow, I'm buying

the Fighting Milkman's contract.

Now, what do you think of that

as an advertising argument...

for Sunflower Milk, eh?

- Swell!

- Yeah!

Hey!

Gee, I'm glad

to see you, Gabby. Ha!

You should be. Been reading

about us in the paper?

Yeah. Say,

what happened to the milkman?

Color, honey.

That's what's done it... color.

One night on the train,

I got to thinking.

I got an idea that

the milkman needed color.

That's what you've been

reading about.

He fell for it in a big way,

and so did the public.

Then, out of the clear sky,

along comes a guy...

- This guy?

- Yes!

Mr. Austin, Austin, Austin,

Miss Westley.

He bought the milkman's contract

from me for $50,000.

- Oh! I'm delighted.

- Sunflower Dairy.

I'll see you

at my house tonight.

I've invited some friends.

You see...

I thought we'd make

the signing of the articles...

a big thing, eh?

Ha ha ha ha!

Hello, sis!

Oh! Bless your heart!

- How are you?

- Well, Bur...

Oh, you're looking fine.

Folks, this is my little sister.

Ohh!

Hello, Speed.

- How about a picture of you two?

- Sure, you betcha.

Get ready, will you, boys?

That's fine.

- Ha. Anything for you.

- Here's what I had in mind.

The paper wanted a full page,

you see?

With you and the champ

standing together.

But I said to them,

"It might be better...

"if the two of you

were standing..."

Yes, sir.

The idea is to get a picture of

you with the champ lying down.

Come on, make it snappy,

make it snappy.

This is all you're gonna get.

Oh! You shouldn't!

Oh, you shouldn't.

Now, wait a minute!

You can't do this to me!

Come on, come on.

I know 50,000

will buy a lot of chickens.

Chickens?

Honey, it'll buy ostriches.

You haven't heard anything yet.

You're right.

I'm still trying to find out...

where the money is.

All right, here it comes.

Mr. Sunflower Dairy

has insisted...

that I bet the 50,000

back on the champ...

and I had to take it.

You mean that if Speed loses,

we have nothing?

Yeah. But how can he lose?

I don't know.

But it'll be in the papers.

Sorry, folks, sorry.

Burleigh,

I can't wait to tell you.

It's awfully important.

You see, Speed and I

are going to be...

Oh! There's Polly! Polly!

Uh, pardon me. Pardon me.

Polly!

You know what?

We'll get married anyway.

Polly!

Polly, hello!

Have I got a lot to tell

you.

I have a lot to tell you,

too, Burleigh.

Burleigh, how about a picture

of you and the love interest?

- Sure.

- All right, fine.

Come on, boys,

get your cameras all set.

Wait a minute, wait a minute,

wait a minute, wait a minute.

Come on, now.

Might as well. They all do it.

Heh. And I'll do it, too.

Come on, Burleigh!

We've got to get

to the Paramount Theater.

Oh, yeah. Come on.

Ahh!

Well, honey,

what do you think of me now?

I think you sold

the wrong fighter.

Oh, you don't get me.

Listen,

you're talking to a guy...

that kidded

an out-and-out dub...

into thinking

he was a great fighter.

Now, all Speed has got to do

is to give him one good punch...

and we collect a cool fortune...

minus a few dollars

for the Tiger's hospital bills.

We ought to pay that.

What do you think?

I think you talk too much.

Listen, honey,

I can explain everything.

Wait a minute, honey.

- You great big phony baloney.

- You don't get it.

All this time, you've been

making a play for me...

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