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Show ; v'SIlCE TO EST training for speed more than anything Tommy Burns Is hard at work at Lonf Beach for his fast arproachins engagement with Jawn O'Eriea Of Philadelphia, says O. E. Van Loan. The sturdy Canuck champion Is. the main attraction at Long Beach these .days.. . He has secured the use of the Long . Beach skating rink In which to train; a ring has been erected at one end of the tig floor and Tommy Is thus assured of a select audience to watch him go through his stunts. - I paid him a visit and found him in the tiny dressing-room - on the second floor, surrounded by the paraphernalia of the ring. . ' "Just going to work," said Tommy with a wry face. '"Stick around, and watch -me warm up for an hour or so." There is no use in trying to get away with the statement that Tommy Burns loves the training grind. He does not. and Thomas was never very successful as a pretender. -He is bluff and straightforward, and when be does not like a thing, he has his own way of showing it. . In a way, Burns is a vest-pocket Jef-, Jef-, fries. He has many of the big fellow's fel-low's traits of character. Jeff is not the easiest man in -the world. to approach ap-proach on a friendly basis. Neither is Burns. Jeff .would rather waste a right swing than a sentence. So wonld Burns, -Jeff does not care to talk for publication. Ditto Burns. Burns cannot can-not hand out the bunk. Imagine a bull elephant trying , to juggle a feather, and you have the spectacle Tommy presents when he tries to get gar. The brass band out in the rink was hammering the life out of & two-step, several eouples were circling about the floor, and the sets near the ring were filled with gum -chewing women and village vil-lage cutups when Thomas .'Burns, accompanied ac-companied by Frank Lewis, the nigh- diving professor, entered the arena. Tommy did not look to the right nor the left, "but hoisted himself into the ring and methodically began to divest himself of his blankets and extra . wraps. lie is the model young man, ior he never onee looked in the diree- y jion of the somewhat excitable little f oman who started the-kind applause. W'ommy' knew that he was there to work. The prospect did not please him. Nevertheless there was just, so (much work to be gone through with, the sooner started the sooner over. . It was all in the game. I know & lot of feather-brained patties pat-ties who envy the fighter and argue that he has a cinch. "Just think of the money he makes, and all he has to froM to go in there and fight for about"sn hour. It's -a shame to take the money," etc., etc. You are all familiar with the lime-1 light end of the game the end that "T . gets into the paper the morning after. IjNow, let's have a peep at the other side the side that lasts weeks where tbe other consumes minutes. TbeflgatfTrisvrouted out of bed at - daylight. A fighter is just as human as you are. He wants to crawl down under the, warm blankets and complete that little beauty sleep, but he is not allowed to get away with it, for a, good trainer hasxno heart and no conscience., , The fighter gets up, or they throw a bucket of. water on him. . He has his breakfast not as much n a hungry man should eat, for they are. watching his diet. He might hanker' han-ker' after, another chop. Will he get itf Not if the trainer knows his business. busi-ness. - Breakfast over, the fighter looks over the morning papers, and wonders how a lot, of guys ever break into the newspaper business. His breakfast digested, di-gested, he puts on a couple of heavy rweaters and a flannel bandage or two to reduce adipose tissue, a stout pair of shoes( and starts on the road. Boad work with -a trainer who knows his business is not a joke. It is. one of . the toughest jobs a fighter has to face. fA roan s wind, ruined by weeks of YT'rooking and lack of exercise, must be yV'rougbi into shape. One of the reme-"dies reme-"dies for short bresth is road work. The' fighter runs until he is . ready to drop, and then he- runs some more. When he can run no longer, he walks . at a good heel and toe clip for about a mile, and then, being rested, he runs some more. A fighter who is used to road work can kill off almost anybody inside of five miles. When he is tired snd wringing wet, the fighter turns around and starts . . back. , The last few miles of the road work are the hardest ones, and every time the fighter trots indoors for his rubdown, he gets on the scales and wonders how much more of that sort of thing a man ought to stand. A little rest, perhaps a bite to eat, a short nap, and it is time for the afternoon af-ternoon grind in the gymnasium. Per-. Per-. liars you think it is tun for a man fo lio on his back, bend forward and touch his toea fifty times without stop- ' ins:. Try it and see. One stunt follows fol-lows another without a bit of rest, for the fighter must be licked into shape, his wind must be perfect, his endurance endur-ance must be tested, and his band and eye "must work together. " Here are a few of tho thinjfs Burns iil 3'esterday: Tommy bean with the toe-touchinff ' stunt aud worked at it unt.il he glistened glist-ened with sweat. Then lie rested nim-sclf nim-sclf by lying on his back and raisins both iees, lowering them slowly. : He kept this up for five minutes, while ' the women chewed cum and wondered what was the matter with him: Thomas next took the skipping rope and worked for teu minutes. He was 'several new stunts in the line of fancy rope skipping, snd he is one of the Wst at this particular kind of work. While he was resting from the rope work, he went at the punching-bag, ii.nnmering it three minutes at a time uud using up the minute's rest in shadow boxing and other things. Af-Ur Af-Ur several rounds with the bag, Tommy went at the pulleys and per-."' per-."' formed . manfully until the sweat dropped off bis chin in great beads. Then some more skipping rope, a little moreyrJ the bag and plenty of shadow box Jand Tommy was .ready for his 1 . rube h. A fighter hai a snap, ehf Try trfis program and tell nie what you think of it.v While Lewis was rubbing him down, Burns cave out -the following statement: state-ment: ' , "I weigh 177 pounds at the present time the weight at' which I met O'Brien the last time. The next time I fight him I will be close to" 170. I was too fat tho last time, and I am |