Judge — February 1934 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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SPORTS (Continued from page 1) Don't think for a moment the other riders peddle on mechanically and let the one team steal a lap by themselves. They are all drawn into the Vortex and the fun starts in earnest. A rushing mad whirl of bicycles and multi-hued riders. How on earth they determine who has stolen a lap on who, has ever been beyond me In fact, and whisper this low, they say the judges themselves don’t know. Anyhow, after the smoke clears away and things seem a little quiet the lap stealers’ names are announced; gener- ally to the chorus of a loud series of razzberries from the gallery boys who never seem satisfied. This lap stealing is tantamount to the introduce on of the lively ball in base ball. Home runs were what the bleach- . In the six day race the customers want a crites wanted so y got m, wild orgy of lap stealing and crashes, so Mr. John Chapman, who is the mogul of these things, inaugurated this system of mad jamming or “Wireless pick-ups,” as the cynical often phrase it. D now for a word about the rid- ers themselves. If the average spectator could take a peep at the contestants during the wee sma’ hours he would see the riders slowly circling the track with arms around each others’ shoulders, chatting while they ride. Each ian takes a spell of riding for an hour or so while his partner sleeps in the bunk or is down below getting a massage. In this way, by a series of catnaps, they manage to conserve their strer I have been told by the riders themselves that it takes a weck or more for them to get back into the habit of sleeping naturally after the race is over Zating plays an important part in the schedule. Below the track is a chef and an army of assi The amount of beef and red wine and macaroni consumed by the riders would make Primo Carnera goggle-eyed with ants, ch team carries a staff of trainers, rubbers and bicycle repairers. The se of a Franco-Belgian team, let us erament will cause a se- rious rift in the riding harmony of the duo before the week is out. This is where a trainer must prove his worth. The boys must be cooled off and the efficiency of their teamwork left unim- paired. The earning powers of rider can only be guessed at. first class The stars are guaranteed a fixed sum to ride for the week with bonuses according to the order in which they finish. Many of them round out the year with outdoor racing. Georgetti, one of the most das! figures of the pack, sp in sprints and motor-paced ridi I should say that twenty thousand a | year is an aver. sum for most of th top-notchers to make. The lesser fry have a harder row to hoe. Many oi them are eliminated from the grind by end of the third or fourth day hey get so far behind the field that | clutter up the track, so ou} . th nothing but an empty bot tle of arnica and a few hundred dol to show for their pains OME of the crack-ups are ghastly in their suddenness. A warning scream, a crash and a tangle of wheels, legs and ns. A bell rings out which auto- matically slows the field down, The | partner of the injured man has to keep | on riding. In case his pa mtinue he is er can't limit to © maybe. ven a time m up with another man, who has already been el ed for be- ing too far back of the field. No mention of the six day race would be complete without a tribute to Reggie McNamara. Reggie, the Iron Man, the Grand Old Man of bike rac rred and grim-visa rom “Down Under” has been | winning six day in York ce 1918! Every bone in his body has beer broken not once but two or three times And still he comes back for more. Iron- jawed, with coal black eyes gleaming. the old gent rides around the sauce contemptuous glance for some young foreign upstart, but he doesn’t let the d Tous ones get too far ahead. when the jam gets tough you'll MeNamara in the thick of i Teamed up with the brilliant sprinting Georgetti or the reckless DeBaets, he is well nigh invincible. They say he has slowed up. Well, they said that about Adolfo Luque. Shucks, those old guys never slow up—at least, not be- tween the ears where it counts! | —Rex Deane. | MOVIES tinned from page 14) Powell and Frank McHugh. | ally the biting satire latent in the idea showed dimly through the | studio haze, but the scenario writers concentrated for the most part on gi and let the situation go. Adolph Menjou and Mary Astor were very good, and gave the picture some dignity; on sec ond thought, dignity is hardly the word. | They gave it enough acting to allow you to see in retrospect the appalling connotation of the original scenario. 1 hope the boys make the story i some time, and forget about the Diggers of 19 Gold when they do it. 23 Au outdoors may be frowning, the thermometer close to zero, street travel an exhausting task. Yet to your telephone it is as clear and fair as a day in June. Through all the days of the year, the telephone is your con- tact with the world beyond your door. Through storm and flood, an army of trained em- ployees works ceaselessly along the highways of speech. This very day, as you talk from the warmth and comfort of your home or office, a line- man may be scaling a pole far out on a frozen mountainside. 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