The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-12-08
Sports Writer
 GiUeS His ViezCS
 OfBridge Game
Henry McLemore Says Its Greatest Thing Since Days
 of Wild Bill Hickox
BY HENRY McLEMORE United prcss Staff COrrcspOndent

b1 HENRY McLEMOkE
 (United Press Stan Correspondent New York, Dec S-The greatest card game since Wild Bill Hickok got shot (permanently), opened last night on the. tenth floor of n snooty Park avenue hotel, and folks, wish you'd have been there. I like to died!
 This mighty duel between the Messrs Sidney Lenz and Ely Gull bertson opened amidst more woopla, hullabaloo and fol-de-rol than you'll find in an ice cream sociable, gangster's funeral, or the Broadway premiere of a Chap lin. picture.
 Folks. I have been a part of some very elegant mobs, including those which assemble at bargain basement sales. worlds series, hea- vyweight championship fights, com munist riots. football games and both transatlantic take-offs and landings, but never in my born life have, l seen such a stepping-on- of-feet as took place on the tenth floor of the Chatham hotel last night.
 Conf1dentially 1t was a madhouse. There were big-wigs, bigger big wigs, insurance salesmen, ap- practitioners, one-two-threers, checker players. kibitzers. more kibltzers, reporters, broadcasters. picture takers, and of course, the idle bystander, who always gets shot.
 Right at this moment, I'd like to say that I've never enjoyed an assignment so much as I enjoyed this Culbertson-Lenz thing. All you've got to do is slap your feet up on desk, aim your eye at a big bulletin board and wait. And the nice part of 1t Is, nothing ever shows up on that bulletin board.
 None of this dashing around to find out who went in for Caldwal- lader at right half-back, or who kicked that last goal. All you got to do is sit down and wonder about when is that guy going to bring around some more cocktails.
 The press boys have huge room. all to themselves. and before the contract bridge battle started last night. the pressers had stud poker party, a crap game, two games of checkers and q Guggen- helm tournament going full blast. Then all of sudden, the official emissary stepped into the room. raised his hand like Dino Grandi, demanded bit of silence, and said: "Gentlemen of the press! the contest has started. have the first words spoken in this historic match"
 Breaths came in quick gasps. "The first words were" said the royal currier, "the first words were spoken by Joel mean Mrs Gull bertson. She said: Ely, where you wanta sit ?"
 Ely didn't argue. He sat in the only chair vacant, which was west. so to speak. MT Lenz won the toas and for some reason or other elect ed to defend the north goal. which he did very handily, and with a will.
 All during those tense moments. In which four card sharks were at each others throats, a great many ghosts were lowering about. They were ghost writers armed with pens, pencils. typewroters and na- tive intelligence. It seems that everybody partici- pating in this contest has been signed by somebody or other to bat out his or her reaction on the re- suits. and that all the people &C., tually doing this batting out, were snatching up glasses in the press room and thrusting them between their wing collar.
 So I have decided, just for the fun of 1t. that I'll sign up the dummy--the only critter that's not writing his personal opinion Of the thing-for n series of analythical articles. After all. he plays every hand and never offers an alibi. Watch for the first article In a few days. which win be n world series copyright.