The Cordova daily times., 1919-07-26
SATURDAY, JULY 26, 1919
AMERICANS FIsTlC, NOT PACIFIsT

However much the pacifistic may denounce the fistic it seems that pu- gilism is destined to preserve a pre- carious existence among us. However much the puritanical may mourn and sound the gloomy tOm-tOms of rebuke and admonition, the average American will continue to be barbaric in his own way Back from Cantigny, Belleau Wood, the Marne and the ArgOnne he will rush to the fistic arena, seek ing sinful excitement, disdaining the proffered hand of grace which tries to thrust into his init the tennis racket or the golf stick.
 Just when we thought that our boys would come back to us paragons of the new order, smirking pleasantly at the prospect of ping pong and cro- Quet, emitting piOus aphOrism about universal peace, they have given us a regular William Harrison Dempsey wallop. They participated in that fistic fiasco at Toledo. It appears that someone named Major Anthony Drexel Riddle, or something of the sort, was there with a delegation of doughboys to honor the occasion and cheer for the champ.
 Of course it was all lOw-brOW stuff
 base, vulgar and plebeian. It was worthy only of those fit for treasOns, stratagems and spells; but instead of villains there were our heroes.
 It is in the blood of all the English speaking races, just as bull-fghting is in the Iberian blood Of late the Frenchmen have shown a real interest in the sport-due, no doubt, to an in fusion of Celtic corpuscles. But the Hun, the savage, atrocious Hun, doesn't know prizefght from Lon don bridge is falling down, my fair lady"
 Far be it from us to sing the de- fense of Jack Dempsey beating Jess Willard on the "beezer," whatever that may be. Far be it from us to throw up our hats-cOunt 'em-because the Utah product punched two hundred and forty pounds of loWbrow humanity until it threw up the sponge and the worlds championship at a single toss. Far be it from us to cheer raucOusly or sterterOusIy or otherwise into the face of confirmed pacifists and an- nounce that Jack is some fighter, eh?"
 Being puritanical ourselves and in clined to near beer, having betimes played ping pong, croquet and tennis, having, indeed, cosmic urge toward universal peace, we beg to condemn all such degrading spectacles as that at Toledo, when Jack swung lefts and rights to jaw that never had known defeat and tumbled on the mat a car cass that never before had bowed the knee to a waIlop. We denOunce all such exhibitions at Toledo and beg to assure our readers that we would attend one like it in Salt Lake only as matter of patriotic duty, to lend eclat lest reproach be cast upon our fair city.
 Indeed, we deplore all amusement and excitement for the young and old 11S in eli knees crossed and wooing Nirvana while our fingernails grow as long as those of Tibetan priest.
 Who is this Jack Dempsey, anyway, that the mayor of an Atlantic resort town should get up big celebration and welcome him back as a citizen? One would think it was President Woodrow Wilson coming back from the peace conference with the cov- enant of the League of Nations tucked in the inside pocket of his doublet where no pickpOcket of senator might find it. One would think he was national head of the Anti-Light- Wine-and-Beer Association or the Anti-Cigarette League, instead of a low-browed miner from Provo with a piledriver concealed in each init.
 We can only hold up our hands in horror at the base tendencies of our countrymen. After making the world safe for democracy and lasting peace