The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-10-23
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BY HENRY McLEMORE Limited Press Staff Corrcspondentl

New York, October 23 - (UP) = James Joy Johnson, Derby cooked on head, cigar jammed in mouth, feet on desk, thumbs in vest, sat in his new office at Mad ison Square Garden.
 His new place on the fourth floor is not nearly so pretentious as the old hangout on the third, but he likes 1t better.
 Takes the guys looking for a touch longer to reach me-" he ex- plained. Besides, the acoustics, or whatever you call those things, are better. Now can hear every thing say, and that keeps me from outsmarting myself"
 was in to see him about the heavyweight situation, if any, but he was in more serious mood.
 My boy" he said, eff you want 8 story, real story, just take a look at the pictures on my wall. Keep looking at 'em and they'll tell you story better than anything could give you about Baer or Hamas or the German or Primo"
 Picture Story
 gave the pictures the once over. Right over Johnston's head, occupying the place of honor and wrapped in gold frame thick as your wrist, was Jimmy Walker, the famous Walker hat turned up and the famous Walker grin turned on. There was bald, owl-eyed Jim guardia, looking like something ..s Aff n h@x 1a1 n faced John Curry looked down with those cold eyes of his. There was Grover Whalen, moustache waxed like dance floor. and beaming vii that welcome-to-our- city smile. The Jack Dempsey Of Toledo was glorious in black tights. The Gene Tunney of pre- days gazed awkward ly down from beneath a barber college haircut.
 And a hundred others.
 What a hell of a difference a little time makes" Johnston said. "When hung that picture of Jimmy = and guess 1 must be the only guy in New York who didn't yank him down when he took the count - he owned this town, all five boroughs. Now where is he? Growing flowers in some God-forsaken place in Eng land and acting like he likes it.
 When Farley was framed, he was just another boxing commis- sioner. Now look at him! He can put your picture on stamps, he's so hot. And Laguardial When that picture was hung, peo- pie said he was just another crack pot congressman running around loose yelling fire. Now he ain't nothing but the may or of New York.
 "And Curry up there. He was the head man of Tammany, and couldn't do no wrong iE this town. He's out. Whalen's taken a dive too. Time was when he was out in the bay every day, meeting queens and dukes and all the other-red-hots. If Grover didn't meet you, you wasn't nothing. The Dempsey you see in those black tights could lick any guy in the world. Now he's wheeling a baby carriage and puffing like a train after climbing a flight of steps. The Tunney you see there didn't know where his next meal was coming to. Now he talks like one of those radio announcers and Is down to his last yacht. But what the hell! What do you want to know about the heavyweights??
 said I'd liEr to know what was the matter with the heavies-why they couldn't get together for a fight or two.
 "They ain't nothing wrong with the heavyweight business but one thing" Johnston said. "The muggs want to do everything but fgiht. They like to talk, but they don't like to sign. Take Charley Harvey. Hamas' manager. If walked up to him right now and offered him $25.000 to meet Lasky, his handlebar moustache would twirl like an electric fan, he'd boat that rickory cane of his on the side walk. and stomp off like you'd tn- suited him. Lasky has turned his talking over to Gig Rooney. and what happened? Glg talked So much and so fast he ran out of words in three days. and now is helpless. Carnera wants to fight but he isn't sure who it must be. Schmeiing Is Che same one of those volcano things. and saying exactly nothing flat.
 And to think gave up the fish business to get to this."
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