The Washington times., 1922-05-23
JACK DEMPSEY
DEC|DESPAR|S
IS TOO F[|RTY
Much Liquor and Much Talk
There-Answers Some
Leading Questions.
By MARGARET REX.

NEW YORK, May %
Excuse my glove" is an
expression in good standing
in some remote sections of
the country; in others it is
quite declasse.
When our local Prince of
Wallops, Jack Dempsey,
caresses a ring opponent
with his leather mittens we
feel, however, it would be
no more than polite for him
to whisper those words in
the other fighters cauli-
flower ear.
Lives Amid Noise.
During his brief siesta at the
Ansonia we paid our professional re-
spects to the champion in several
reels. His two white bulldogs. with
pink noses were out taking the air.
so we had 10 wait till they returned
before jacques would see us. We
ferocious, too. that your amba ssa dor
would be able to pick off the latest
gossip from Europe with which to
regale you.
The champion rooms were on the
ninth floor. just opposite a row Of
elevators. This is a good way to keep
in fighting trim, for we once lived in
a hotel near an elevator and were
constantly ready to scrap on account
OF the loud voices and heavy-footed
customers Of that particular inn.
Guard Put to Rout."
voice. face and neck were barely
visible. The door opened about
TWO inches.
"Are Gamma Walska and Peggy
Joyce going to fight for Max Oser's
hand?"
Gould you come back and ask
might see Mr.. Stokes-who recently
gave this hotel some publicity
sparring with his ring opponent,
me that a little later?" he pleaded.
Sitting in the lobby, we hoped we
Sam Untermyer. After an hour. we
went back A rather smallish man
stepped up as we came out OF the
lift and shook a finger at us.
Don't you dare disturb Mr.. Demp-
sey; he doesn't want TO see anybody"
he twittered
Stand aside, my good man, II you
will be so good" chidingly.
"He doesn't want to see anybody,
he persisted.
do you want to fight?" your
brave spy yelled I'VE pack a pretty
dirty fingernail ourselves"
Unemployment was to be our topic
this round. They say the powerful
scrapper will be out Of work soon be-
cause there will be nobody left to
fight with. We have list of persons
who we believe should be done away
with, which list we meant to present
at the right moment.
Jack opened the door again. This
time he had on a blue and white
striped shirt and midnight blue trou-
sers, though the hour was still a. m.
Also some sort OF negligee shoes. No
collar. Hair rather rough looking.
We couldn't think of anything to
say. What would Peggy Hopkins
Joyce do at a great moment like this?
we pondered. Might be worth find
ing out.
Some Leading Questions.
How does she do it, this Peggy
Joyce?" we demanded. What is so
attractive about her?"
Don't know" said Jack. Don't
know the lady. Never met her. Never
saw her. But everybody over there
drinks a lot, lots OF hooch about and
they talk and flirt a lot"
"Tut.tut"-we faltered. This was
clearly not a "one punch victory"
for the interviewer. by any means.
We must do better, like the stories
we had about other champs, that
horse Horwitz, for instance.
why don't you call up Jack
Kearns?" Dempsey asked. He can
tell you anything you want to know
about me. Or why don't you wait
downstairs till four this afternoon
when am seing everybody down
at nineteen hundred something,
Broadway"
We felt just like Geinesborough's
Black and Blue Boy by now.
"How's oxford Circus and the
dear old King and all that sort OF
rot?" we inquired, remembering
Jacks monocle.
You know was only kidding
about being engaged to Miss Rock.
we'll" our host answered. THAT
was a joke OF the reporters.
WAS III" We demurred. however
MOVING. PACKING A STORAGE