Judge, 1932-04-02 · page 6 of 36
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# "Judging the Sports" This page presents a satirical essay on boxing and fight management. The author discusses **Georges Carpentier**, a famous boxer, using him as the central subject of critique. The text mocks the financial and managerial side of professional boxing, mentioning Carpentier's rise from lightweight to heavyweight competition, culminating in a fight against Jack Dempsey. The satire focuses on fight managers—particularly **François Deschamps**—who negotiated contracts and "wangled" money from promoters. The cartoons (showing judges juggling balls and boxing scenes) illustrate the absurdity of boxing's business apparatus and the theatrical posturing involved in the sport. The piece critiques both the outsized financial rewards in boxing and the colorful personalities surrounding it, suggesting the sport is more about spectacle and profit than athletic merit.
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JUDGING THE SPORTS I HAVE a sweet nerve, sitting down like this and adding «a few more words to the countless thousands that have already been spilled out about the most magnetic and perhaps the most overrated figure that ever Hashed teross the ring horizon, But a chance visit to an uptown movie-cum-vaude ville house the other night) set me thinki ries! sbout the past (ah, memo ind here it is. You've Lit already. Ge Carpentier is our clinical study today, Gorgeous Georges. the Orchid Man, the Pit Boy of Lens, ete.. ete. [don't suppose any other figure in’ fistians has ever attracted me more. [ don't suppose any other fighter hay ever had the breaks, the surrounding glamour, JUDGE Fs Uy i Cam the huge financial rewards in proportion to the talent shown, that this sen of Gaul has had. And will all those Dempsey adherents at the back of the room keep still and let rak my piece? restless put in his teens as it or midget-weight, rpenticr kept right x“ from one class to culminating with a grand try at the heavyweight title the day he crawled through the ropes at Boyle's Thirty Acres to face Jack Dempsey. Blessed with one of the trickiest and most voluble managers who ever ¢ “foul” in three he attained th and plumbed the depths. Francois Deschamps de serves a tome to himself some day. His magnetic \% eye, his theatrical pos- tures at the ringside and shrewd bargaining for the ZAK last sou, pound or eagle- tin shricking dollar, always \ 1 for himself and his precious charge the best of any ring contract. ne toughest going in Carpentier’s ring ca- reer were those carly days in Paris before the War. Hardly a middle- ight at the time, he ght Klaus, Papke and Jeanette, among others. All these oppo- nents were first-class men at the time, and it says a lot for his strength and courage that he survived those grueling defeats and came back for more. After t War came the era of the canvas- backed English heavs weights. And did the Orchidaceous One come ve 4 owen Be eats I remember fork ing out five pounds (a lot of bobs in those days) to see Gallant Joe Beckett repeal the Paris Menace. The boys were in the ring shaking hands when [ found my seat. As [ turned to push the seat down I heard a loud roar. Turning, I found dear old Joic nuzzling his nose in the resin and Georges waving kisses to the throng. Bang! The lethal right had clicked a into his own here! with Bombardier Wells, Fr: dard and all the other current (Page 31, please)