"You don't seem to know who I am," he said. I confessed my ignorance.
"Well," he said, "I'm Connelly, the prize fighter!"
"Then you're what your profession calls a 'bruiser'."
"Sure!" he replied.
"Probably you are not aware, Mr. Connelly, that the Bible has something to say about bruisers."
He explained that, being a Roman Catholic, his Bible was different from mine, and he did not think there were any bruisers in his Bible.
"Oh, you are mistaken, Mr. Connelly. This is your Bible I have with me"—and I produced a small Douey Bible, and turning over the pages in Genesis I read a passage which I thought might appeal to him:
"'The seed of the woman shall bruise the serpent's head.' I suppose you know who the woman was, Connelly."
"The Holy Virgin?" he inquired.