The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-06-29
Greater Falls In Prospect, As Montana Pro- motors Seek
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By wESTBROOK PEGLER Leased Wire to The Age-Herald)

GREAT FALLS, Mont. June 2S.- The people of Great Falls never real ized the classic irony of their fair citys name until they undertook to kick up row between q Utah coal baron and prosperous landlord from St. Paul.
 Greater falls are impending-and some of the local fnanciers who are about to plunge into the sly eastern business of prize fight promotion may never get up again. Accustomed as they are to contact with celebrated fist fighters and managers, most often described as 'dapper," the people of Great Falls, Shelby and other towns in northern Montana believe the fair name of their state would need years of laundering if they should fail In generosity to Jack Dempsey.
 The magnificent manner and out ward grandeur of Jack kearns has something to do with this for he has never let the people of Montana lose sight of the fact that Dempsey is do- l ing them a favor in consenting to have fight with Tom Gibbons so far from the subway. Such reasoning applied to simple plainemen already in state of dreamy anaesthesia from the fumes of kearne's pocket hand kerchief is not to be desisted on first acquaintance.
 Next time, perhaps. Montana will
  porous and well-respected states have never intertained heavyweight championship fight.
 Aenrns Full Of sympathy.
 Balancing with elfin grace on the curbstone outside the hotel, kearns may permit himself a tear of sym pathy for some acutely distressed Montanan; and next Monday he may have to tear himself away from it all. away from the great open spaces and the sorrows which are wringing his heart, to forget and begin life anew on the s210000 already contributed.
 Don't be too hard on them Jack old pard,' MT. one-eyed Connolly inn plored "They meant well, Jack, old pard, when they said there was oil in them hills."
 A tear squirted from MT. Kearn's eye and hit the gritty old gate the Kearns handk erchief and the air became faintly redolent of some fair fragrance. wrung perhaps from the bruised hearts of little violets or from mystic Oriental blooms.
 Too Much For Connolly.
 With low cry, Mir Connelly swooned in the gutter and plucked at the coverlet. Some said 1t was the perfume. Some said it was the shock of moisture applied externally. MT. Kearns moved off down the street sobbing: My heart bleeds for Montana"
 At the second lamp post. Mayor Jim Johnson of Shelby. already in escrow for S150,000, staunched the gush of tears and plucked at the managers sleeve.
 Suppose I give you all my cows and about 15.000 sheep" Mayor Jim suggested; would you take that in- stead of s1oo,ooo?"
 "Jim. old boy" said MT. Kearns. I'd like to. but what the hell? I'm no great hand for pets and anyway they won't leave me bring my dawg into the hotel, leave alone lot of cows and sheep"
 MT. Kearns whisked out the hand kerchief and old Jim reeled off un steadily.
 Among many errors the promoters made was that of trying to play Santa Claus to the unemployed toil- CTS in the cauliflower gardens of New York. There is one young man, indigenous to Hester street. who has weeks and performing no discerni- ble services. There are three others at $500 week.
 Meanwhile, Dempsey devotes him self to the affairs of his Utah mines except little morning road work and some boxing in public in the afternoon. Several carloads of shoe backing passed through here Thurs day consigned to the mine. indicat- ing that Harry Pollock. the New York fight promoter in charge of the Utah works, is sending out sam pie nuggets of coal with each stock prospectus,