New-York tribune., 1921-06-29

get my place we can't have the world
full of surprises and alarms. A thing
like that victory of the Yale crew, for
instance, sets back the regular sched-
ule of the advance of mankind by at
least century
Romance is merely frill. The
happiness of mankind lies in the
things which are expected to happen
coming off as anticipated and on time.
dope and sticking to it. 1t is thing
much too sacred to be upset just for
the sake of satisfactory fiction. Mere
story telling ought not to get in the
way of life.
But we are swayed for Dempsey by
more things than the fact that he is
the man whose victory would uphold
the logic and reasonableness of form.
A victory by Carpenter would be the
greatest blow to scientific thought which
has occurred since the Boston Braves
took four straight from the Athletics
The astronomer, sitting in his lonely
observatory, upon hearing the news of
a victory for the Frenchman, might
just as we'll chuck all his instruments
out the window.
Whats the good of figuring on
eclipses and the coming of comets and
all that?" we can fancy him saying
Figures can't be trusted, Carpenter
has made a laughing stock of all the
experts. Hereafter I'm going to quit
calculations and play lunches"
But, as we started to say before in
terrupting ourself our regard for the
validity of scientific observation and
prediction is not the only thing which
moves US to hope and pray for Jack
Dempsey. AS a matter of fact, the
man who has been so often pictured as
glowering, sullen, snarling brute
isn't anything of the kind.
Fighting Not Only Hobby
This is all part of the traditional
Misrepresentation which is always used
to build up the triumph of the hero
against the giant and the dragon. If
the truth were known we haven't a
doubt that Goliath was pretty good
company for anybody who got the
chance TO sit down and talk with him a
little. He cared for lots of things be-
sides fighting.
Jack Dempsey is like that. 1t is very
difficult to draw him out about boxing.
The first time we saw him he talked
about the books he was reading and
said that a novel called The Cars
Spy was the best novel he had ever
read Unlike the Western novels in
the big bookcase at Airport it wasn't
full of hoakum.
The next time we saw him he didn't
have much chance to talk owing to
the presence of two newspaper report
ers called Runyon and Swope, but he
listened we'll. When he got q chance
he did his talking to little boy, six
years old, named Tommy O'Farrell, who
was visiting at the camp Tommy liked
Dempsey and sat in his lap. 1t wasn't
stage play. The child was entirely at
ease with Dempsey and the fighter was
at ease with him.
Has But Little TO Say
With grown-up people, even report
ers, Dempsey is rather shy and en-
barrassed. 1t must be remembered
that he has not been champion half
as long as he was hobo and coal miner
and copper miner. Like most men who
come up from under the ground he
seems still to be blinking little. Down
in the mines he kept his mouth closed
on account of the gas, and he isn't
very ready to open it yet. When he
does he is rather apt to say Eyes, sir"
and "No, sir"
He doesn't fancy his opinions about
anything very much. as it a good
book?" he asked eagerly and humbly
that afternoon he was confessing his
passion for The Cars Spy. Knowing
what he liked didn't give him any con-
fdence. Probably he likes to have
Tommy O'Farrell around the camp be-
cause he is one of the few persons
toward whom he can adopt an air of
autbnrity