Judge, 1932-04-16 · page 10 of 36
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# Judging the Sports This article reviews the Golden Gloves Amateur Boxing Tournament finals at Madison Square Garden—the sixth annual revival. The author humorously analyzes amateur boxers by their day jobs, attempting to correlate their occupations with fighting ability. The accompanying cartoons illustrate two categories of fighters: "Professionals" (depicted as refined gentlemen) and "Amateurs" (shown as rough street fighters in active combat). The text describes specific matches, including one between a real estate salesman and a longshoreman, and another involving a subway switchman versus a farm boy. The satire's point: the author observes that working-class urban occupations—longshoremen, switchmen, concrete workers—produce tougher fighters than middle-class "professionals." City life apparently breeds superior combat capability. The piece mixes genuine sports reporting with tongue-in-cheek social commentary on class and urban toughness.
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JUDGING me SPORTS Toe ‘E thousand exhausted emotionally spent, arse-voiced boxing fans tottered out from the Madison Square Garden the other dawning after witnessing twenty of the most exciting, cleanly contested, and savage scraps one can possibly imayine. The occasion for all this free-running . modified mayhem and larynx busting: was the finals of the sixth annual revival of the Golden Gloves Amateur — boxing tournament. Round after round the kids went ach other hammer and tongs and wasn’t a squawk, foul, clinch or an Al Singer fadeout in a carload This y for the first time occupations of the various amateur contes ints were brought to my notice and it pleases the p-ychologist in me to pass on some of the information to you, together with a few amazing (or erwise) deductions | made about the w affair whilst eating my way through two bays of those delicious tree ripened Madison Square Garden peanuts These fellows who fought in the finals were the survivors of an JUDGE PROFEDICVALS sented almost . Office boys, truck drivers, col- represented there with the possible exception of crooners and bill collec- nd there may have been a few However, speaking as a man who has had a more or less ex- ensive hissing acquaintance wit! this last type of gentry, [am bour to say I did not recognize any old familiar faces in the melee. So, when Young Tom lontecorr who is a high school boy with concrete mixer secreted in’ either fist, sent the customers out wild eyed with his second knock out of the evening, | fell to wondering just at profe n seems to breed th best fighters, and whether one could vet a line on a fellow’s fist Capabilities through his being eteria busboy or a structural stec worker. The best battle of the night wa Island res a longshor one between estate salesman man. The ste » the fats y of knocking the big subdivi sion man down a couple of times it the first st a hough any sel respecting real estate man would be discouraged by a smack in > jaw Needless to say, he came back strony and sold his proposition with the ai of some hefty digs to the body and the side of the head. The doc walloper was game, but the goin; was too rough. Later on in the evening a switchman, who doubtless trains by handling that rush hour crowd an ts his read work rushing up an down dank tunnels, got into the rin with a well set up, ‘rosy che farm boy. Here again, the surroundings of the noisome city a serted themselves. What have (Page ubwa se comicbooks.com