San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-01-18
COAST MOURNS
LOSS Of PRO
GRID CAME
Promoter, Just Made Rich,
Found Weeping Over
Defeat.
BY DAMON RUNYON
Universal Service Staff Correspondent.
Copyright, 1925, BY Universal Service.

Universal Service Staff Correspondent.
Copyright, 1926, BY Universal Service.
LOS ANGELES, Jan. 1.-THE
shades of night had fallen over the
prodigious pavilion they call the Los
Angeles Coliseum, and the $4,000 Gus
toners who witnessed the professional
footballing between Mr.. Red Harold
Oranges Chicago Bears. and Mr..
George Wilson's Los Angeles Tigers,
had dispersed.
1t was while cropping my way to an
exit that / came upon Mr.. "Puss"
Halbriter, well-known voter of Los
Angeles, who was one of the promot-
ers of the city's first big professional
football game. I could discern Mr..
"Puss" Halbriter's features in the pale
light of the stars, and noted that two
large luminous tears were coursing
down his rugged checks.
TEARS OF JOY?
With the vast asscmblage of paid
clients still in mind, l naturally as
sumed that they were tears of promo
torial Joy. / have seen Mr.. George
Tex Richard, Mr.. Will Wellman, ana
Mr.. John Chapman, and other pro-
moters Of one kind and another, leak
ing such tears in an excess of glad
ness over large gatherings Of custom
ers.
ut was q magnificent crowd" ]
said. in congratulatory tones. "A won
derful crowd, indeed. Your receipts
must have been OK"
"If our team had had n single
game under its belt, we'd have wal
loped the daylights out of that mob,
sobbed Mr.. "Puss" Halbriter, bitter
ly.
"You must have made nice profit,
/ remarked. consolingly. The crowd
was excellent"
"Or even if we'd made that first
touchdown it would have been diff
fcrent story" Mr.. "Puss" Halbriter
gulped.
SEES MIR. PICKENS.
Someone nudged me. and turned to
sec. vaguely outlined in the dim light,
the portly figure Of Mr.. Will Pickens.
OF promotorial fame in many different
fields OF endeavor, from bicycling back
in the prehistoric ages, to aviation.
believe that Mr.. Pickens now has the
rights TO certain territory on Mr.. Red
Harold Grange.
He pointed at Mr.. "Puss" Hal
briter, and tapped his skull meaning
ly.
THE man is worrying about the re-
suit of the game after playing to all
that doug d" whispered Mr.. Will Pick
ems, still tapping his conk and point
ing at Mr.. "Puss" Halbriter. Can
YOU imagine such a thing? Poor
fellow! !"
"Our ends were wonderful" moaned
Mr.. Halbriter.
"het us go away" urged Mr.. VIII
Pickens. Poor, poor, poor, poor, poor
fellow He thinks the ends were won
werful, but he doesn't realize that
there were three very slow ticket
snlesmen on those booths over yon-
der. Poor, poor, poor, poor, poor fel-
low !"
SO We departed leaving Mr.. "Puss"
Halbritcr to his vast grief over the
loss Of the football game by the Tigers.
and thinking nothing Of the crowd and
the gate receipts, therein rejecting
the attitude, as j gather, Of all Los
Angeles.
doubt that any community ever
took a professional football game |
quite as seriously as Los Angeles
took the game between the Chicago |
Bears and the Los Tigers-or rather |
the game between Mr.. Red Harold |
Grange and Mr.. George Wilson. From |
the post -discussion Of the pustimc, a |
stranger would gather that the strug- |
gle was confined to these two young |
gentlemen.
FAIR GRID TEAM.
The local popular decision goes to
Mr.. George Wilson, in which i am
inclined - concur. The figures, which |
do not lie show the backfield tn'n-
derbolt from the University of Wash
ington outstruggled Mr.. Red harold
Grange by quite margin.
There is no doubt that Wilson can
do more things on n football field
than Mr.. Red Harold Grange. He is
a fiercer line plunger, b: far, and
he can kick the old cowhide. But he
is not us graceful in action as MIR.
Red Harold Grange, and | doub. that
he is as elusive in open field running.
though Mr.. Red Harold Grange didn't
have much open field in which to do
any running.
Mr. Red Harold Oranges team is n
pretty fair sort of football team now.
II seems to win well within itself, and
il co-operatcs nicely with Mr. Red
Harold Grange. There was some fear
expressed at first that the old green
eyed monster, jealousy. might crop
up in the team, and that the boys
might work out few plays designed
TO leave Mr.. Red Harold Grange wad-
ding around the field all by himself.
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