Life — October 18, 1923 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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LIFE The Sporting Editor Cleans Up HORT-HANDED that day on the Evening Courier? 1 should say. Through a combination of direful circum- stances, we were apparently going to be without our foreign news, theatrical gossip and financial com- ment. But Steve Hedges, our sporting writer, saved the day. Despite the fact that the World Series was just coming along, and that he was up to his neck in work, turning out prophecies that the team which won the series would be known as World's Champions, he volunteered to cover the other matters. “Go to it,” said I. And he did. Here are extracts of what he turned out in that crisis: The statesmen in Europe are now entering upon their final stretch of training for their next diplo- matic conference. In general outlines their pre- liminary work has been the same: all have been ating raw beef and doing a lot of road work to improve their wind. Until recently England, France, and Germany had been considered the chief contenders. Germany is showing consider- able cleverness in sailing close to the wind. The Gallic crew has indefinite endurance but a tendency to rush their slides. The English are holding secret practice and no one seems to know whether they are developing an open game or the old-fashioned line-bucking type. Recently Italy has attracted attention with her double crisscross, her backhand drive, and her attempts to steal bases. Nor is Russia to be completely forgotten; of course, she plays according to her own rules heels her club in the bunkers and seems to prefer the rough to the fairway, but she has a knack of laying other nations a mean stymie just as they are ready to hole out. With that out of the way, Steve tackled the drama, He hadn't attended any first night, so he had to be content with some random comment on the stage: Estelle Sinuous of the “Follies” is proving a hard girl to stop. In six months she has come from the rear ranks to a spotlight position as a middleweight. Not another girl on Broadway has her reach. Where the ordinary jane is content with knocking out the first three rows, Estelle possesses a quick jab to the heart that floors ’em as far back as the seventh row. Montague Bellows, in his Shakespearean revival of “Macbeth,” had been receiving complaints that the casting of his lines wasn’t reaching the gallery. / The Boy: NoBopy’s BEHIND US—OUR DUST’S BEING WASTED. NICKERS LOOK FOOLISH ON BOARD SHIP. “ONE MUST BE PREPARED FOR THE GOLF STREAM.” For instance, he was topping his big speech in Act III so badly that it just rolled feebly along over the orchestra pit. He is now trying a new stance for that speech, with the result that he easily lofts every syllable into the back rows. Steve found it easier going for him when it came to the Wall Street gossip: To keep your nerve on the last long putt, That takes a regular guy, But it takes more yet on a day like this, When the market won't stay high. To hold your ground in the resined ring, With a heavyweight's fist to eat, Is no child's play, but it’s pie compared With to-day’s slump in Mexican Pete. So dig in your spikes from the crack of the gun To the tape—for woe or weal. And Never say Die, for you may be the one To steal home with U. S. Steel “There—that’s that!” said Steve, as he yanked the last sheet out of his typewriter and flung it over on my desk. “Don’t let little things annoy you.” Leonard Hatch. The Ultimate FTER Henry Ford breeds a cow for both milking and slaughter- ing, there will be practically nothing left for him to do but bake a cake that you can eat and have too. comicbooks.com