The New York herald., 1922-07-28
Hundreds of Girls attend
Half Million Dollar Bout
Old, Young and Middle Aged Femininity in Huge
Throng Surrounding Rng-Baseba Racing
and Stage Well Represented.
BY EDWIN c. HILL.


| trate 10 him from the outside. where
millionaires seek consultation. Kicks anc
| complaints assault him. He remains i'm
perturbable. Curious man.
| In the rows of seats that may b'
swept by a ringside eye are scores ant
hundreds whose names are familiar In
| sport-racing men from the Empire City
track. the baseball men, Rocky Kansas
and Charley White, lightweight fighters
who well know the paralyzing quality
OF Leonard's punch; Willie Collier. d.
Wolf Hopper and Sam Bernard among
the actors--a typical fight crowd.
Everybody Is talking--a rolling bar
rage or conversation coming In curious
waves. Snatches of it reach the writer's
ear. mostly about Leonard's likelihood of
victory. The lightweight champion is
distinctly the public choice at / to 3.
and IL he goes down under the rib
smashes of the cool. white bodied Tend
Ter there will be citizens in this as
semblage who will have to take nour-
ishment at the one arm refectories for
days to come or rob the baby's bank.
Betting is not lively. however. all
small stuff, not worthy OF the attention
of the betting sharps.
Two Dollar Boy; Roll In.
1t is ten minutes past o'clock. At
this moment there is a vast explosion
of humanity around the rim of the great
saucer. Hundreds, thousands maybe.
sitting far out in the 81 seats, arise
with glad shouts and dash forward to
more expensive reservations. 1t ap-
pears that Rickard. not selling many Of
the So seats. Is throwing them open to
the So boys They roll forward In
waves. like the breakers of the Atlantic,
and settle with cheers. Happy day.
This is over in few minutes, and then,
all at once, in stabbing brilliances the
battery of lights over the ring blazes
out and the right itself is outlined In
cold, white perfection. 1t reminds one
oddly Of a display in a Fifth avenue
window. The horriferous tones of Mr..
Humphreys rise to the clouds, over
whelming all lesser clamors, as he an
nounces the coming Of Mr.. Red Monroe
and Yonkers and Mr.. Johnny Cooney
of New York. The game Is on.
1t Is hard to say how many people are
now seated in Richards playground. The
policemen around me say $4,000 to
$4,000. estimating the number in their
sad way. To a reporters eye there are
more. say $4,000 to $1,000, this being
whale Of big place and seating 91,e16.
Anyway there are enough to pay Mr..
Leonard $s75.0O0 or so and Mr.. Tender
$4,000 or $4,000 and still have nice
profit. Well. one wishes Rickard luck
in these matters. 1t takes a gambler to
plunge his way. the weather being what
1t is and Jersey full Of reforners.
Beats Billy Sundays Crowds.
Whatever the number of patrons.
there are probably as many as saw and
heard Warren G. Harding inaugurated
as President of the United States. An
other outdoor event well advertised II
one recalls, for weeks in advance. There
are more people here than ever crowded
together in the Colosseum to test the
durability Of the early Christians, a rare
sporting entertainment in those days.
Not even Billy Sunday mixing aero
battles with religion could draw such a
crowd with a free gate
AS Mr.. Cooney seems to be about ia
hit the felt carpet with the back of his
head. the attractiveness Of this spec
tacle as a whole distinctly improves.
Lights glowing cheerfully rounda bout
concentrate Sur gaze upon nearby OBJ
tects. One sees less Of Jersey. Around
the rim of the saucer. dotted between
the clear white electrics are lights as
red as a mad dogs eye or the ruby of
Buddha. There are emeralds. too. At
$50 the daylight fingers stubbornly
paling the effukgence of Mr.. Edison s
trick lamps and a little later the pic
ture will be prettier.
There is enough daylight out beyond
the white glare of the ring lights to
perceive the red caps. the ushers, to
note the colors of women's hats and
to catch, here and there. pleasantly
relieving the inevitable drabness Of an
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gentlemen who fear not Scarr, the
weather ogre.
One of Joe B'Gee Humphreys as
sistants. holding up a placard to record
the passing of the rounds, turns its
reverse side and exhibits the fearful
announcement. Canada dry" Means
greet this dismal intelligence. I'm
doubtedly a canard. according to very
recent bulletins from Montreal. A po-
liceman. with no respect for civilian
authority. says to Tex Rickard, "Sit
down, you." and Mr.. Rickerd sits.
Events crowd upon US. almost too rap
idly to record even by a faithful report
er. Mr.. Cooneys tights split There is
liz the hinderpart of these garments what
engineers call solution Of continuity.
Much more of Mr.. Cooney Is visible than
when he entered the ring The boxing
commissioner. a forceful person OF the
name of Lyons, arises to interrupt the
sport, saying: Haley" (to the referee)
stop that bout till he fixes his pants"
Mr.. Haley obliges and the tights are
repaired. A friendly policeman. losing
some of his sadness, explains to the
writer: you see, there are ladies pres
ent." This is historic, nothing less. II
reveals the gentle influence OF lovely
woman upon the once rude manners or
the prize ring.
MIR Humphreys, galumphing again into
view. roars to the thousands that the
Leonard-Tendler encounter has been ad-
vanced Grain ominously impending), and
that the headliners would go on imme-
diately after two second raters briefly
entertain. The air Is close and heavy
Rain drops are beginning to patter down
listlessly. The patrons do not like this
and glance aggrievedly at the sky, as
IL blaming Providence for playing a
mean trick on them.
Middleweights, especially a person in
black trunks from Minneapolis. with a
bad left hand--bad in the sense of
swift and powerful-dance and jab and
collide. Rounds pass. The bell rings.
Blood drops to the floor of the ring and
spatters upon the referees pretty white
shirt. Then that Is done with to the
crowds vast relief. Then there is
stiffening OF attention. a rising chorus,
then tremendous shouts. Leonard and
Tender are appearing from the mys-
terious regions under the arena. The
very floor shakes TO the acclaim that
rises for the champion.
Tender has not so many friends. He
Is cold. competent. cruel looking. Leon
ards manner is care free and gay, the
1potheosis of confidence. His black
hair is slicked straight back in the