More On Art

By Cholo

Aragon's opinion of himself perhaps is best typified by a brief conversation which took place recently when Art, whose picture appears in the Los Angeles sports sections more often then that of any other contemporary athlete, drove his 1956 Cadillac convertible into one of Los Angeles many drive-in restaurants. The car-hop who approached Art's car to hand him a menu thought his face looked familiar, and she asked politely, "Aren't you a fighter?"
Aragon stuck his elbow out the window, leaned closer to the car-hop, gave her a satisfied smile and said with confidence,
"Honey, I'm the fighter."