Judge — July 23, 1927 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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One more lusty Spartan has yielded to the gilded sparkle of “theater.” Your humble servant, Jack, is not a sport analyst but a blunder- ing artist making polite observa- tions. Yet the habit of wearing one’s self for the curiosity of the mob remains a vice. But it’s human, Jack. Soothing the old ego is common pastime. I'd have carrying the en- chantment of laurels on my worthless head. Of course, you are not responsible for the desi of movie producers. ‘They taken the shaggy eyebrows of a fighter and bequeathed you the penciled daintiness of a matinée idol Movie directors have a peculiar faculty for making a monkey out of anyone from Queen Marie to President Coolidge for the sake of the camera lens. Still you are intelligent gentleman. You have followed the dictates of contracts like a boy who knows the color of his simo- real estate gods destroy actors, eyes. have a glorious time own have an leons, and how much they will buy. I muse. Hundreds of thousands of dollars pour into the hands of prize fighters. I'd feel at home with a Mexican saber, but in the ring I can be smoothly sent to visit St. Peter. However, my fistie friends, if you'll allow where’s gallantry in this gam As a child I saw a daring matador risk his diaphragm for a rose and a smile from his lady love. And there’s as much gore in the horns of an angry bull as there is on the padded “mits” of an adversary. And there were no movie contracts waiting for the toreador who left his entrails in the arena with a smile, “Yeah, good old days!” “CLANG!” bo! Them were the Rounp Turee “CLANG!” Jack Dempsey, ex-heavyweight champion of the world, swings at a fresh sparring partner. The smouldering wrath of a king who has lost his crown has torn loose. Rumbling echoes of carnage. s is 19 A de- throned monarch wants his giant fists to beat at the golden portals of supremacy. And he wants to crash the gate. So he'll crash Sharkey first, he says. Sparring with half-closed eyes, like slits, he seems determined and_ sincere about it. Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars notwithstanding. “Como le va?” draws Dempsey from a limited Spanish vocabu- lary. “Muy bien!” I We shake hands. Shaking hands with Dempsey always gives me an inferiority complex. He could hold half a dozen of mine in his and break just about even. While lunching with Dempsey at his isolated cottage I) make mental notes for this caricature. Ico P. Flynn froths with con- fidence about his fighter’s ability. Jack eats. Now he poses. I cheekbones—lik bulge of a neck. I exaggerate with more temerity than is my wont. It's ungrateful to draw thus when one has just enjoyed breaded veal a Dempsey’s own table. “CLANG!” answer. draw an Indian’s- and a high the brow massive Rovunp Four In the wake of Jack, you'll be fight- harkey. The result? Who knows? Irre- of the there's for eulogy. You tolerance for the pesterings of our clan and a supreme ability to laugh at your own. caricature. You even sanction it with an autograph. In advance of the battle you have scored a knockout on me—and with the pen! All kidding aside, Jack, I know I'm all set with you. The ferocity of th aricature may ruffle Sefior Sharkey’s sensibilities. That’s all very good and gallant of me, but I hope particular doesn’t see it. For in the back of my head lingers the fear that Estelle Taylor packs a dainty but disastrous wallop! “CLANG!” Ses He (mushily) — Thinking of me, darling? She—Oh, was I laughing? I’m so sorry.—Passine Siow lines with Quién sabe? these ing spective outcome, reason have someone in comicbooks.com