Judge — June 25, 1932 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE JUDGING ris SPORTS > you want to yo ¢ in a nice refined way t itting down some- time and just figure out for yourself at it is in sport that attracts the large crowds, Thrills? Skill? Speed? Yes, surely these things must be the main lures. Right you are then, and we are all set to start off our little piece about the Auto Classic held yearly at the Indianapolis Speedway. It soes as follows: “One hundred and_ fifty thousand frenzied fans jammed the ianapolis on to witness Fred Frame roar triumphant over the line in the 500 mile grind for the speed champ- ionship of the track...” Just then old man Memory starts hit- ting on all thr cylinders. So it is Is the folks nt eh? Only the of death and destruction will pack ‘em in at the vate. Howaboutthe recent soccer finals in England when 120,000 enthusiasts sandwiched —them- selves into Wemb- ley Stadium to watch twenty-two guys kick a harm- less pigskin all over the lot? . What about those seventy thousand boxing fans who went to see Larry Gains, a third rate colored roustabout, waltz with Primo Carnera in London the other night? I suppose they went expecting thrills. They did? Come, come, there can’t be that many Envlish- men with weak minds! Up at the Yank Stadium there were some forty thousand sons of the “auld sod” to witness a Gaelic football game the other day. There may be some chills and dynamic action hidden away here somewhere but 1 am not the man to find it for you I yuess maybe it boils down question of racial characteristics and right at this moment I yet out of my depth. The English being a phleg- matic bunch of cody. #0 for soccer in the proverbial big way. The Irish, chuck full of the traditions of the Kings, and Chauncey Olcott mellow- ness, take a thrill in witnessing a yxame which has been handed down through the years, along with the family shillalah and the smell of the peat bogs. But as for the American fan he must have action, speed, the hint of to a possible disaster plus the tests of nerve and daring. Do you think for one minute thosc 150,000 Hoosiers jammed into the Speedway because they were simply ere over motor c¢ Did the prospect of sitting in a blazing sun for five hours, swiveling — their necks while the tiny specks whizzed around the saucer, drag them hundreds of miles from their homes? In your hat, gentle reader, if you think so. They came because the history of the e is one long story of hair raising crashes and ghastly fatalities. In the qualifying heats two men had been killed, and the day of the race, with each man driving his tiny buy to the utmost, promised fresh smash ups. Happily the ghouls pointed in not seeing a up. But young Billy Arnold, darling of stiffesi were di the the tracks, just escaped with his life. He hurtled into the re- taining wall at a hundred miles an hour in the self- same spot where he came to grief last year. His last ac- cident sent him to the hospital for months but nothing daunted we find him out in the van again this year until the Fates leaned over and laid icy hands upon his steering wheel. Wha a career (Page 31, please) comicbooks.com