Judge — June 23, 1923 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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WE had taken Laura to a ball the week before, it wasn’t surprising that she should refer to the referee at the Jess Willard-Floy Johnson fight as the umpire. We didn’t mind this a bit; it was so easy to correct. “The arbiter at a ball game is known as the umpire,” we pointed out, “in the prize ring he is known as the “Yes; but of course, is un- It is all right for a girl to ask for information but she has no business asking for reasons. This sort of thing leads to all kinds of complications. For instance you don’t mind telling the de that a fight takes place in a ring but if she’s going to ask why a squared space is called a_ ring you're out of luck. There is no reason. The least a woman can do when you take her to a sporting contest is to ask answerable questions. In our own case we are filled with a pleasurable satisfaction with ourself when we are asked things that give us an opportunity to display knowledge. A woman has answerable. no MILADY AT THE RINGSIDE by Edward Anthony Sketches by Weed “Why do they say, ‘Put him to sleep’? Is he tired?” business evoking an “I know” from an escort who is dying to tell what he him up and r of t It amounts to showing tls a lack of appreciation he has gone to the trouble does know. he fact tha of securing an extra press ticket for her. \ the ad that I pages. ura doesn’t read Ve are i tis obviated the Milady and the rooter. necessity of explaining why Floyd John- son, who was called an Iowan by one newspaper and a Nebraskan by another, was introduced by Announcer Joe Hum- phreys as “the young California Her- cules.” Another puzzler like that and Laura would have gone home alone. There’s a limit to our patience. Luis Firpo is a ble fighter but we wish he'd dress more conservatively for the ring. If a pugilist wants to wear a flashy yellow and black bathrobe with bright purple collar and cuffs and a pair of brilliant purple trunks, that’s his business and we can’t do anything about it, of course. But he ought to think of the fans. It’s disconcerting to be re- minded by your girl, at the height of a stirring exchange of wallops, that purple trunks are pretty. These days so many women attend boxing matches that the total of adoring exclamations evoked by attractive ring garb is st ing. Some- thing should be done. Either women should not be permitted to attend fights or boxers should be required to. dress plainly. It is our hope that the next edition of “What the Well Dressed Boxer Will We will do something about this. Black trunks, like those Benny Leonard wears, should be made the regulation ring attire. ‘The fighters wore the conventional black” would then become standard and there would be little opportunity for milady to inter- fere with a fellow’s full enjoyment of beautiful uppercuts and jabs by going into ecstasies over beautiful green pants the ones, let us say, worn by Jack McAuliffe. Wie calls to mind that the band should have been decorated for resisting the temptation to play “The ing of the Green” w Jack entered the ring for his bout with Firpo. As long as the oldest inhabitant remember it has been custoni at big fights where music is of the proceedings, to greet a pugilist attired in emerald trunks with the strains of this ancient bromide. But perhaps the band leader's substitution of “Three O'clock in the Morning” was merely a prophetic gesture; for at approximately three o'clock (though not in the morning) Firpo knocked McAuliffe out. Still the shelving of that musical platitude is a good sign; and perhaps the fight fan may now hope for the camphoring and storing away of such familiar bromide he manly art of self-defense,” “fistic encounter,” ete., and perhaps Bob Edgren will even stop re-writing (his eighty-third version is due this week) the Mitchell-Sullivan fight, “that epic struggle between the