The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-07-10
In New York
By PAUL HARRISON


 New York-"On Thursday, at
 the Stork Club" began the invita-
 tion, "the friends of Jack and Han nah Dempsey are giving a baby ] shower in anticipation of the ar-
 rival of new champion. .s" So on Thursday I went over to the Stork Club and had a hard time getting in because fellow
 named Max Baer had jut arrived,
 and the police thought I was one of the 256 autograph hunters who were trying to crash the gate. As
 I checked my hat on the first floor I could hear MT Baer, on the third floor, telling MT Dempsey that he looked in fine shape for a guy who wa going to become a father with in month.
 Among Those Present
 The top floor, which is mostly a bar, was crowded with photog-
 raphers and sportswriters and a
 dozen showgirls whom press agent had provided. MT Baer al-
 ready was in front of the cameras,
 so somebody dragged MT Dempsey out of neutral corner and ths two of them posed beside woodeE stork around which had beez
 heaped a lot of baby toys anS | diapers and such. MT Dempsey to me. But MT Baer-the same
 Mir Baer who used to swing a meat axe in an abattoir-laughed gaily
 as he cuddled a celluloid doll, apd | made various quips which had the showgirls practically in stitches. George Jessel, who is a small
 man but quite persuasive in his way, convinced MT Baer that they
 had better get back to the theater where they are appearing. So they
 left, but a lot of other people
 came in: Mae Murray, Bernard Gimbel, Olive Jones, Rene Venuta, | Gus Edwards, Steve Hannigan, Paul Calico. Even Gene Tunney, who was becoming a father for the second time, rushed down from
 the hospital. Hannah Williams
 Dempsey sent her regrets.
 Squaring or Again
 MT Dempsey made, a speech to
 his dear pals, and his dear pals 1 replied. Or maybe 1 should say | that they retaliated. After awhile the photographers reluctantly set | down their tall glasses and made some more pictures. Under the hot blast of many lights, good ol' Gene and good or Jack struck an | amicable pose for a painfully long
 count. Then, while movie cam l eras buzzed, Gus Edwards secured tho Dempsey signature on a con-
 tract calling for the appearance of | the Dempsey heir in a Gus Ed | wards revue in 1850.
 Child's Play
 By this time MT Dempsey must have been a little groggy, for he offered no resistance when they | draped a length of lace, like | nubia or . fascinator, around his head and gathered it under his | dimpled little chinny This was to give the newsreel customers an I idea of what the heir, if boy, would look like. Dempsey was to | screw up his face and pretend, si-
 lently, to be crying.
 Some of us snickered at the lu- dicrous contortions of the Demp- sey face, the black-stubbled jowls edged with lace. Some of us
 called up memories of man they called the Manassa Mauler, of a giant Willard crumpling under pile-driver blows, of Firpo tum-
 bling through the ropes of Sol-
 diers' Field. Oh, we'll i.
 From Wall Street There is just enough space to 1 relay story that's going around Wall Street--about a man who got
 a call from his banker that he was
 overdrawn. You'd better send the
 cash," said the banker. "The eX-
 aminers are coming and I want | everything to look right"
 The depositor couldn't spare the cash unless it was absolutely necessary. Then drawa draft on
 somebody who owes you," suggest
 ed the banker. That would be
 better than your personal note." But nobody owed the many any
 money, 50 he get to groping for n good, substantial name. Finally
 he dashed off draft on the Shah of Persia and proceeded to forget all about it. Some months later | he received a polite. note from the Shah's treasurer. The amount was
 being paid, it said, but with future
 drafts would be gentleman please
 send itemized statements?