Life — August 16, 1928 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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Anne: You know, I think Sally has finally married Jack after all! JANET: Why? Anne: Well, she is running around with Bob all the time now. other without going to the trouble of re- calling their ambassadors and declaring war. It works like this: the National Broadcasting Company sent the sordid doings by special wavelength to Station 2LO of London, the big papa of the British Broadcasting Company, and thus a private tragedy became an international disaster. But we have forgotten about our game of being sheep herders or farmers. We are sitting in our cottages waiting for the epochal event. The children have been allowed to remain up late so that they may sce just what sort of entertainment their American cousins think is worth forty dollars a throw. After switching and strange noises and “please stand bys,” like a telephone cen- tral getting a very long distance number, Graham McNamee begins to speak. There is no enthusiasm in McNamee’s introduc- tion. He reflects Broadway's attitude that the fight is a flop; he shares Mr. Tex Rickard’s wish that Mr. Heeney were the more profitable Mr. Dempsey. Now all this is all right for a purely Tocal broad- cast; but to send such crabbing around the world is like having a friend tele- phone you from San Francisco to tell you that his old rheumatism is back again and that business is rotten. As sheep herders and farmers, we never have seen a prizefight; in fact, we never have seen more than a couple of hundred people gathered together in one place. And yet Mr. McNamee, quite contrary to his usual style, doesn’t describe the crowd, the place or the weather. He wastes a lot of time announcing that Jack Martin, when we distant listeners are burning to know whether the Yankee Stadium is an Indian reservation or a big speakeasy. Between rounds, Phillips Carlin takes the microphone. Carlin seems terribly im- pressed by the fact that David Belasco and Florenz Ziegfeld are present. Who is Mr. Belasco? Who is Mr. Ziegfeld? What about the other 49,998? Are there any women present? What do the fighters themselves look like? McNamee’s account of the fight itself was good enough. A black eye is a black eye all over the world. And he was gallant enough to Heeney when poor Tom was just able to be propped up in his corner. But it would have been more courteous to the foreign listeners if he had said a few words for Heeney while he was still a menace to Mr. Tunney. Agnes Smith. THE OPEN SEASON Wixuts: I wonder what the well-dressed candidate will wear this year? Gituts: Mudguards, Tue traffic cop's version: “Stop Dempsey is accompanied by Mr. Quinn |lively!”” (LUeKN Prouiric Mystery-Story Writer: Tell me, Gertrude, am I working on this story or the next two ones? a comicbooks.com