New-York tribune., 1921-12-22


pion of the world, and hence king of
Will of Germany, Emperor Carolus
heads of Europe III exile, only King
from under his headpiece instead of
The skids were carefully CREASED yes-t
terday when Tex Rickard secured the
slgnatuGis of Wilson and Harry Greb.
the Pittsburgh middleweight, to a set
of articles calling for iiftean-round
bout to a decision, with the champion
ship at stake, to be fought at Madison
Square Garden on Monday, February
u. The men have agreed to weigh in
at 100 pounds at o'clock on the after
noon of the bout
The articles were signed yesterday
in Richards Offices at the Garden.
Everything went off smoothly, and
Rlckard, Greb and Wilson all heaved
sighs when it was all over. Tex un-
corhed a sigh of relief; Greb let loose
q sigh of pleasureable anticipation, and
Wilson stepped on the gas" and gave
vent to a sigh of anxiety.
With no desire TO festoon Wilson'S
dream with crepe, we cannot help the
feeling that Johnny made faux pas of
the ring when he stuck his fist to the
articles yesterday. In Greb he will
find no difident, shrinking opponent,
who closes his eyes, lets by punch
and then dashes into a loving clinch.
No, Mister Greb, of p sburgh, is about
the busiest piece of middleweight flesh
we have ever seen in action Harry
has two good fists, and his mother
must have told him, while he was still
taking his "shree squares" a day from
bottles, that fists should never be at
rest, because that's the way Harry
lights.
Greb Good at Close Quarters
If Johnny should go into clinch
with Greb he will wish he hadn't, for
the Pittsburgh mauler thrives on that
closeup" stuff, and, on the other
he'll wish he HAD, cause Greb picks
his punches off'n the floor and tosses
them at long range from all known
angles, and some that old man Euclid
never heard tell about.
Anybody who leaves Madison Square
Garden tonight with his appetite for
gore still unsatis6ed, after seeing the
program of bouts put on by Rickard,
main shindy of fifteen rounds, with Pete
Herman, former bantamweight cham
pion of the world, and Midget Smith,
of this city. fighting for q crack at
Champion johnny Buff, is attraction
enough to fill the Garden.
These two lads are right in the front
rank of the bantam division, and
either one seems equal to the JOB of
wearing Johnny's crown and diamond
studded belt. Both are wicked punch
ers, and although Herman is by far the
better boxer, Smith is so strong and
aggressive that he is liable to make all
kinds OF trouble in the fifteen rounds.
Gene Tunney and Eddie O'Hare, the
light heavies; Dave Rosenberg and
Jim Darcy, middleweights, and Jack
Renault and Al Reich, heavies, are all
scheduled for eight-round bouts.
South African Champion Arrives
Just after we had finished our sec
waiting for the head waiter to bite off
the end Of our panetela there was .
loud disturbance outside the door OF
the sporting sanctum, and Julius, the
pugnacious Office boy, skidded in on his
left ear, which had suddenly bloomed
into "caulifower."
After Julius had picked himself up
and busted himself off he gave us the
regular snappy salute and announced
cobus VanDyn, ''middleweight cham
pion Of South Africa and the Trans
vaal" was on the threshold and would
have words with US.
81 asked him for his card, and he
hooked one over on me ear, and then
he Topped Charlie, the watchman, and
fiattened two janitors and the society
editor, who happened to be in the re-
ception room. He says he wants to
fight and | told him I'd take his word
for it. He wants to see you now Shall
show him in ?"
We have a flock of INDECENT aunts
and uncles dependent upon cur labors
at typwriter, and the lnscrance hasn't
been paid UP yet Besides, there is
thin streak of caution running through
our system. But the Sporting Editor
ordered US to tell Mister Van Dyn that
no man from Transvaal could intimi-
date The Tribune. SO, after buckling on
our football uniform and summoning
the Office reserves we marched out
to confront the visitor.
Newcomer Looks Promising
May | not be of assistance to you,
my good man" we asked in our best
reception room manner, as Mister Van
Dyn awaited the onslaught. Jacobus
eyed us for e moment doubtfully, ana
drew bcl1 a gnarled right ist, as
tkoASc ~~ss"' 70 cross one over TO the
chin i'at -1r sense of anticipation is
positively uncanny.
NO" we shouted to one of the re
serves don't shoot him yet! Wait
till we see what he's going to say"
Jacobus Van Dyn is a tactician. He
smiled amiably. extended his right and
shook hands. 81 don't wanna fight
you" he said. II wanna fight for
money; | haven't ct in two DAYS. I'm
champion of South Africa and the
Transvaal, but nobody wants to fight
with me, so / come here"
Jacobus. in truth, is likely looking
middleweight, deep of chest, thick of
neck, with a pair OF knotty fists and
an arm like the limb of tree, but
harder. He arrived in this city three
OF four days ago, looking for ring en-
gaeeulents, but, not knowing any Of
the managers, has not been able to do
business. The visitor brought out
sheaf of newspaper clippings from
South Africa, telling of many of his
battles with good men in his native