Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-09-13

leSSly stuck on her. W e expected any
day to hear him say that he was going
to get spliced, and then came the
breaking off, as swiftly as had come
his attachment for the dainty crea-
ture He came East and then followed
the highly exciting experience with Bee
Palmer 1t was one of the few affairs
of the heart that attracted public at
tention. 1t would have been like all
the rest, on again, off again Flnne-
gan, had the miX-up not been brought
to court.
/ say he was man of moods so far
as women were concerned. The next
one was the best one, the prett1est
one the one surely he must marry.
It was ever like that. He didn't set
tie his mind on any one of them until
Estelle Taylor came along and OF all.
seemed less likely of capturing him
completely. At least it seemed so
from the surface. He fooled me. he
fooled every close friend he had in
this instance.
They said that l raved like a mad
man when learned that he had mar
ried her and that it was the real cause
of his trying to run out on me.
No Use to Cry.
I've told YOU how. He rang up and
said: "NNell, Doc. I've gone and done
it," And how Estelle got on the phone
and begged me not to get sore at her.
What did / say. Did | rave? Ger
tainly not. What was done was done
and that ended it. Naturally, [ was
disappointed as / wanted him to use
up the remaining years of his reign
as champion attending to business.
But when he got married the only
thing left for me to do was to wish
them luck, and ! did as I've told YOU.
However. EIstelle Taylor doesn't
enter into the picture just yet. The
experience with Bee Palmer threw
more or less of a scare into Jack.
You know when these irate lovers get
to suing you for quarter of a mil
lion bucks you scratch your head a
bit. Jack was no different man than
the rest of the world. Nothing Will
throw a monkey wrench into a des-
perate love affair as effectively as a
suit for alienation of affections. The
man up in the money Is always a
mark for such suits. 1t sometimes
is the goal of some would.be lovers.
Dempsey was a restless lover. l
suppose that if his love affairs had
brought about the sacrifice of both
of his arms. he would have gone on
loving 'em just the same. l suppose
we men are all like that. We wouldn't
be males If we didn't go on loving.
That old RED Mill hit. plant Me
Among the Girls" might we'll have
been written around Jack Dempsey.
Couldn't Escape Them.
He was up there on the spot and
he couldn't escape them. 1t might
have been the halo of fame which gilt
tered around his black head or the ir-
resistable charm of his smile, the
clever, sympathetic chatter or what
not but in any case he hoped from
one boiling-over love to another
Restlessness was his dominating
characteristic. In love, in likes and
dislikes. he was the last word in
restlessness. For instance. We'd go
cabareting. Evening clothes and the
finest clubs in New York. Los An
geles, Chicago or San Francisco.
The town didn't matter. Say that
there were four couples. Dempsey
and some beautiful girl among them.
He'd sit and listen to the music. have
dances or two and then asy. Lets
60" Well we didn't make practice
of humoring him. He didn't always
find us trailing him out. He'd excuse
himself and move on to the next
cabaret alone. He'd sit 10 or Is min
utes in each, and after about an hour
or two he'd return to where we still
sat enjoying Il show and dance. say
hello and sit down again until he got
the wanderlust again
FL never knew any one like him in
that respect, unless it was ketchel.
He, too, was restless soul, but l
can't say anything like Dempsey I've
yet to see Jack sit out a musical