The Washington herald., 1921-07-04
WOMEN AT FIGHT
MAKE BELIEVE THEY
HByEAeOOD time
Try to Be Good Pals,
But Fail to Feel Lure
Of Jungle Trail
nv wINFRED VAN pULER.

By ~INIFRED VAN DtbEn-
Jersey CITY, n. J. July 2.-The
tiger stood in the bit of jungle clear
ing here they call the ring. tawney.
smiling, splendid. beast victorious
At his feet the panther, head in
rosin dust
Five thousand women's voices
shriIled the victory cry
Jagged edge on a rolling surface;
craekIe against roar of the primi-
tive.
Women. Gowns Give Color.
For the greatest battle" waged
and won in this shallow saucer OF
golden pine was no woman's affair.
More feminine fans today saw Demp-
sey vanquish Georges Carpentie
than have seen the past three cham
piersn4p bouts. all put together. But
they were scattering: nearly sub
merged in the enormity and action
of It all Under the rim of the
saucer they made a little tracing Of
color against interminable black
banded straw sailors.
Down in the shadow of the ring
they gathered. spattering broad
bands of color. Broadway came to
q new show.
Back where the saucer rim began
to. roll were the boxes Mrs. Mich
olas Longworth. Mrs Kermit Roose-
welt, Mrs Laimbeer and their fami-
lies; such as these
Want to Be -Good Pals.-
A. famous psychologist told me
that women would go to Jersey City
not for enjoyment but to be good
pals. They would go because their
men went
In the seat ahead of me was a
gentle 'little wife with frightened
eyes ~
Across the aisle a white haired
woman gazed ringward with fearful
fascination One of the Broadway
be aus:es squirmed out and left, her
feet Beating time to the tatto Of
glove on flesh. Even smiles in the
honesNSeemed somewhat set.
The band played the 'Marsen-
iaise." A tall boy tinted like olj
ivory,-xrapped in an old silk robe
sprang slightly over the ropes. Tn,
jungE r3oved swept by noise like
the datter of wind in leaves.
The champion of France whir!et
with the grace Of cat-a small
cat-and smiled
Tiger and Panther.
A-shining. brown body leaped I.
the canvas. Somebody whispere'
-Dfmpsey'' The name echoed
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other. The little woman IN the row
her husbands arm
I heard the first thud Of leathe
on that old ivory body. Saw n
panther muzzle flowing red Some
thing seemed to wind itself roun
my throat. The French boy looke
so. high-hearted when he went int
the ring
The world knows by now tn
story of those four rounds. To m
they are confused as rSc rushini
light and shadow of that sam
jungle
Hears wOmap's Sobs.
The panther kept throwing hi
beautiful body against the tiger
leaping half way across the ring
B9t tndt td"ney SlFchsln was III
deed the jungle kings: there neve
was a question of winner.
Down toward the ring a wOma
sobbed. Nearby a man kept NUT
tering God" He had no interes
In, fight or fighters. Midway of tn
| center section was the conventiO
OF cauliflower ears. No TRACED
herc. This crowd yelled Alta boy.
chherfnR impartially
Even the scared-eyed little wifi
managed to finish with a smil
when her husband was looking.
FIVE thousand women put fort
gallant efforts to convince $500
men they were having a good tim,
The jungle trail-p9th Of tn
primitive. high call OF the wild
Is for neither the feet nor ears {
todsy's women. prideful of progress
Not Progression but retrogressio
are those, and we women Of AmeriC
and also of France-have gon
too far to feel their lure.