What a Built!

In 35 years of hobnobbing with fight managers and lesser figures of the pugilistic trade, Sports Editor Dan Parker of the N.Y. Daily Mirror has developed a fine ear for Manhattan's ringside speech and idiom. This week, in his column, Parker gave a health report on Armand Weill, manager of Heavyweight Champion Rocky Marciano, as told by "Al" Weill himself.

"My blood pressure is poifick. It was 150 vitriolic and 98 diabolic . . . The doctor . . . said I had a coupla minor ailments and I says, 'That's funny. I never woiked in the mines ... So he told me I had fallen archeries . . . Since I went on that diet I ain't got no ulsters or no abominable trouble ... I had to practickly fast for a coupla days--jest a large cup of demitasse in the mornin' . . . He said I didn't have no sign of kodiak trouble around the heart or no coroner's trombone disease where the blood gets shut off in the artillery ... I think they call it the I Oughta . . . Everythin' was okey dokel . . . wit' my gold bladder . . .

"I got a bit boint when he said, 'Al, I think you've got a touch of myopia' . . .

so I get a little steamed and demonstrated with him. So he says, T didn't call you a mope. I mean your pupils ain't woikin' right!' So I says, 'Oh, yeah? What's wrong wit' the way Rocky Marciano is woikin'?' " How was the respiration? "I didn't have none. I kept . . . cool." Was Al's tension all right? "You bet your life it was. As long as I was payin' so much for the checkup, I listened to every woid he said . . . The most disappointin' part . . . was when he finished and said: 'Come on, kid, you've had that checkup.

Now get that check up . . .' " Concluded Columnist Parker: "As I looked back at the healthy specimen I saw waving a fond adieu, I impulsively exclaimed: 'What a built!'"

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