The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1933-06-15
By PAUL HARRISON

New York Sixty thousand
people, a sea OF white lining "A
steaming amphitheater, their voices
blending to a roar like that of
pounding surf. Lights glaring
down, adding to the pitiless heat
Oddly mixed strata in that cas-
cade of humanity from the high
edges of the giant stadium; in the
upper stands, youngsters and low
wage workers, stenographers and
clerks, parties of giggling girls,
and here and there grumbling
man of funds who couldn't get a
better seat.
And so on down to the teeming
lower level; here the out-of-town-
ers, and in the boxes elderly folk
who wish to keep from underfoot
of the throng. Farther out, close
packed about the bright focal GEN.
ter-the spot-lighted ring-are the
highest and the lowest: officials of
state, and men and molls of the
underworld; celebrities of stage
and screen; and people Of society;
nightly governors, two mayors,
senators, congressman, a cabinet
member, two former heavyweight
champions and the present one
Those are elements that make a
mighty spectacle, blood stirring.
gloriously irrational experience, Of
prize fight. *
Dempsey Big Favorite.
So it. was when Schmeling the
German met and was conquered
by the performing Baer But
it was Jack Dempsey's night, real
ly, and every glimpse of the pro-
moter evoked a roar of tribute.
Tired and looking more harried
than he ever did in the ring, he
dashed about the ringside section.
"Hello, hello-glad to see you. +.
Thanks, thanks to everybody.
You've all been swell Hello.
hello :"
The governors of Maryland.
Maine, New Jersey and Illinois
were there. Car Lands few to
the fight, and sat with Tim Mara.
Dempsey's co-promoter, Col. Jake
Rupert, owner of the Yankees.
and Mayor John O'Brien of New
York. Dempsey sat with them
few minutes, and in that time gave
his autograph to nine youngsters
who had crashed the inner circle
/. +. O'Brien long jawed counte-
nance was an immobile mask
even during the height of the ac-
ton.
Tunney Gets Told.
Somebody yelled: Hey, you big
punk, take Off that hat" Gene
Tunney looked around, grinned
apologetically, removed his huge
IN tsx1a
grinning fookshly from ear to ear.
which Is quite distance i
There, too, were the Sharkeys, the
present champion intently follow
ing each move of the main bout:
his pretty wife demonstrating
great excitement. OF the So
cialites near the ring was Mrs
Walter p. Chrysler who seemed
thrilled. AL Jolson milled a
bout hello-ing dozens of friends.
Babe Ruth and his wife received
attention. One absente was June
knight, the Broadway showgirl.
who, it's said, will marry thel
California Baer IL and when he isl
divorced from his present wife.
Boxing's Bcnefactor.
The boxing world, by the way
never has done sufficient honor y
the name of Frank BARLEY.
It seems BARLEY used to be a
amateur boxer, and one night goE
smacked right into the water
bucket in his corner. Brooding/
about that, and being mechani-
cal engineer by professional. he de-
cided rings should be better conf
structed. First he made the water
bucket and the stool which are
clamped to the ring post and are
quickly swung out of the way.
Then he worked out steel frame
work for the ring itself. 1t was
his idea to have the lower ropes
set back q few inches from the
upper ones so a fighter forced to
the ropes can put a foot farther
back to brace himself. BARLEY
built the ring for the Dempsey
Carpenter fight. then went into
the business on q factory scale. He
died few years ago and his SON
now carries on the business.
states are met. 1t is part of the
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