Judge — January 23, 1932 — page 33: what you’re looking at

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Judging the Sports (Continued from page 8) is astounding. It may be my naiveté, but it seems to me that even a wrestler landing on his head on the conerete floor ought to at least experience a mild sort of shock. They The wrestlers do not seem to what you call them as lor never do. wee you eal them When the hassenpfeifer and the noodles are on the table. For the most part the newspapers accept them as harmless hippodromers committing no great crime against the and presenting, at the same time. a boisterous form of moderate-priced verities, amusement, A year or so ago a Boston news- paper raised its editorial voice high in denunciation of wrestling’s scarlet sins. Mr. Gus Sonnenberg, — the former Dartmouth football player, had just won a championship of some sort from a gent tenderly known as Strangler I Mr. ‘Sonnenberg was by way of being a Boston fixture at the time, having adopted the city as his professional home. The newspaper ed that Mr. Sonnenberg had gone and wrestled the op- ponent in five cities under as many different ali Material of a convincing nature wis, investigation —re- ver on tour same Ises. evidence offered to confirm the heinous imposture. Mr. Sonnenberg was presented to the pub- lie as a very evil person and his com- plete soci urged. The exposé created such a terrific moral impression that the Boston pro- moters promptly matched Mr. Son- was ostracism was fervently the public, still reeking tion at the disclosures, stormed the arena gates in such numbers that all attendance records for wrestling in w England were broken. Since then the promoters and the wrestlers have been going around try- ing to persuade other high-minded editors to expose them. I suppose the moral of this, if any, is that life is just a bowl of raz he gentleman largely responsible for the renaissance of metropolitan wrestling is Mr. Jack Curley who. an and be berries. y scout. has bee ing large hunks of specialized beef for more then he admit. Even Mr. Curley refuses to accept the present patter J true years chooses to as wrestling int conceding that there is any sense to any phase of it. “Still it is an improvement over the old formula” adds Mr. Curley. ‘Particu- larly at the box office One of somebody will wri Mr. Curley reading. these days, incidentally, the life story of and it will make exciting He has promoted every- thing from a flea circus to a Broad funeral, adhering rigidly to. the union scale with respect to fees and splits. Mr. Curley. is person. with face and hair and he speaks with a mixed nt, referring to mother as “mud- nd Bill Tilden (whom he man s) as “Bill Tilton.” To look at him you would never suspect that he introduced the one-piece bathing suit in America, even by proxy—which he did. I speak from hearsay evidence, but information is that Mr. Curley brought Annette Kellermann over here from Australia, put her in a one-piece t suit, not pleasant task, one imagines, her a large, plumpish moon my an altogether un- nd took the standing, sitting dive, the jack- knife and similar aquatic mysteries that stood out boldly in’ the lady's seanty habiliments. Not that it comes properly under the head of sports, but Mr. Curley once entertained the Prince of Wales at his home t Neck. Of course the circumstances were extraordinary, and if the Prince hadn't been batting around until very late in the morn- with in Greg orges Carpenticr, buster, who was at the time a house guest of the Curleys, the British heir might well elsewhere to sleep. But nevertheless and notwithstand- ing, the fact is that on the following morning Mr. Curley awakened to find that the Prince was upstairs in the master’s chamber wearing borrowed pajamas and pleading desperately for chilled tomate juice aspirin wafer. All that Mr. Curley will ever say in connection with the incident is that while the young visitor had undeniable charm he never would have mad good wrestler—not a v have Londos, Next week: “The Prattle of the Century.”"—By G. B.S. import- | sround the country ballyhooing | gone | HAVING A BABY IN NEW YORK? Then consider The Croydon, the ideal opartment hotel for expec- tont mothers, becouse : — hove complete kitchens. 2. 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