New-York tribune., 1920-11-22
Armory Filled
As Speedste
Get Under Way
Injury Causes Logomadino
to Withdraw From Race;
Partner and Piercey Pair
BY Fred Hawthorne

morning JANh 0CiuOScI, CuA Ii1UlOn
heavyweight fighter of the well-known
sngnr on the trigger of a rented re-
voIyer and started the twenty-ninth
annual six-day bicycle race at the 22d
Regiment Armory, Broadway and 1SSth
Street.
The teams began the race with the
following riders on the track: Magin,
Gouljet, Eaton. Willie Hanley. Lang,
Drobach, Kopsky, Cory, McBeath,
Dupuy, Giradengo, Madonna, Piercey,
ssrts. Verraes. Goullet went into the
lsa. i.om q flying start for the first
+uo laps and thereafter the riders took
,nrns at setting the pace, hitting up
= clip Of about twenty-five miles.
Sight thousand incurables were sit
TING in half an hour before midnight.
There were several more hundred
standing out on the street, hoping to
cot chance of squeezing a passage
through the entrance, but their pros
meets were not exactly rosy.
The same old scenese were enacted
nnon Washington Heights as have been
Witnessed at the twenty-eight previous
annual races at Madison Square Gar
den. The man in the infeid with the
fendish whistle, the boosting
nOu0CS Will tIlC io"S q kAiOilC oiiN tiS
frankfurter statesmen.
half hour before the race started
some of the riders came out on the
rack for a last practice spin. Tom
Relic. Ray Eaton and Harry Kaiser,
Alex McBeath and Cecil Walker, Joe
Kopsky, Arthur Spencer and Frank
Cory were among those to circle the
track.
At 1880 It was officially announced
that Dario Logomadino, Of Italy, one
Of the newcomers in the race, would
no. ride. Dario injured himself Sc
yerely in the afternoon while practic-
ing on the track. His partner, Vim
cent Madonna, was then teamed up
With Charley Piercey, of Australia, one
of the veterans of these grinds.
To Write Confessions
Some day we are going to write the
Confessions of Six-Day Hound, based
cn observations and deductions gath
cred during twenty-four years of at
tendance st these wheeling soirees,
and it will contain some startling
truths, believe we.
We shall probably divide the work
into three parts, beginning with a
Mooreish Confessions Of a Young
Man" in which will be detailed our
first FIVE years at the grinds, when We
used to spend more or less Of the whole
week at the old Garden, yelling our
treble pipes hoarse for Teddy Hale,
Bobby Walthour and Archie Mcbach-
ern.
The next division will be entitled
memoirs Of Ny Dead Life and will
embrace those years from 1910 to 1919
when we didn't appreciate the true and
inward beauties of the six-day bike
,ace and simply sat through the week
Of smoke, noise and smells because we
Rad been assigned to the job and needed
the "honoralium," as they say on the
other side of the puddle.
The closing chapters Of this lnvalu-
able work will be captioned "Confes-
sions Of an Old Man." and will contain
cur final and mature observations from
this wear of grace until we have finally
dropped out of the six-day life. Here
we shall detail all the nicetes OF the
came. all the subtle shadings and
Kaleidoscope changes that mark the
watching of the wheels going around.
Achieved Supreme Rest
And in the epilogue we shall, in an
intimate confession to the reader, tell
Of how we achieved peace everlasting
supreme rest, oneness with the uni
verse, by attending these six-day at
fairs.
It was only last night that the great
truth came to us-namely, that the
only peace in the world is to be found
at the six-day bicycle race. For five
eruelling nights and days in the oftlce
We had been wheedled and bullied by
countless persons who approached oul
desk boldly slyly, frankly, deceitfully
frontwards, backwards, s deways, witt
bold step and with a shutting gait
And all were animated by one purpose
one desire-to get tickets for the SIX
day race.
Long experience in these bitter situa
tions has taught us to detect the vari
GUS nuances that lead up to the rina
plea for tickets. There is, first ant
most frequently, the six-day scoffer
who starts with some airy pers flag
sbout the "dumbells who like to at
tend such things. No brains!" an
winds up by saying that some delude
friend of a friend of his would ilk
falf dozen tickets to give to one
his Office boys.
This horror gets what he's afte
and then come, in unending succession
the man who likes to study types i
the crowd; the fellow who just want
to sit in because it will be the frs
time ever" etc; the guy who bet O
Jimmie Cox for President and henc
has to pay off his bet by attending tn
race. and the Office boys, who have sue
denly discovered that we are grea
guy and are filled with the desire t.
run errands for US, and could va sill
US q coupla ducats for to-morrer night