There was Robert Maher, one of my first copy boys, who became night sports editor of the _Evening Sun_; Eddie Galiani, my New York _Telegram_ office and copy boy, who later became assistant racing editor of that paper; Donald Pratt, another from the _Morning Sun_, whom I took under my wing as a sports writer, is the Editor-in-Chief of the Fairchild Newspapers, the largest chain of commercial journals in the country. There were many others of whom I am proud to say got their start and guidance in sports writing from me. * * * * * In 1911, the year previous to the Culebra Cut Slide, I spent two months in Panama City and on one occasion, with one of the wealthy Duke boys to guide the party, we went many miles up the Chagres River which enters into the Canal. There on the banks of a settlement, I photographed Indians standing on the beach and others in shell-like canoes. I was amazed by their physical appearance! They had light hair, pinkish eyes and white-spotted bodies. About fifteen years later, New York newspapers carried big headlines of a tribe of Albinos discovered along the Chagres River in Panama and several were brought to New York to be exhibited at the Grand Central Palace. I was confident that I had seen such creatures many years before in my travels, but was joshed considerably until I decided to hunt through some of my old pictures and located a photograph of three such Indians posing for me. Perhaps those I had snapped were not from the same tribe as those discovered by the New York Historical Society’s representatives, but their features were identical. They were Albinos who lived about 50 miles up the Chagres River. Thus I lay claim to a “discovery,” though I wasn’t aware of it until I read the story of the “find” by the Historical Society. * * * * * It was in 1911 that I put on the first professional fight ever held in Panama. I also staged one for a benefit conducted by the Panama _Herald_ in which I was the referee, and the boxers, with the exception of one giant Negro, were all from American Army camps. I saw my first cock-fight in Panama that year, and enjoyed the sport very much—primarily because I had a good run of beginner’s luck and cleaned up on the fights. I left the arena, a dilapidated shack, more than $200 the richer and carried away with me a set of old time Spanish spurs which I bought as a souvenir and still have on exhibition in my _Ring_ office. I also had the chance there to spin the wheel for the first Panama lottery, the winner of which was an undernourished, little old woman upon whom Dame Fortune smiled that day to the extent of $20,000. A part ticket I held, won third prize, and I collected $60. * * * * *