The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1935-07-06
DISTRICT PLAYS HOST TO TWO NATIONAL DIVING MEETS
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about such things. There are 10
letters in my name. The Baer
fight date was June 13. They
say the Garden Bowl has been
j1nx to my predecessors
Schmeling, Sharkey, Camera and
Baer. Two little fellows, McLar.
min and Ross, also blew their titles
there. So, before the fight, my
friends good-naturedly said the
luck would favor me. But that
was just encouragement, I guess.
We broke camp Sunday, June
9. The last workout was wit
messed by a bumper crowd. On
reaching New York City, Gould
hid me in the Mayflower Hotel
at 61st Street and Central Park
West on the sixteenth floor
while I think of it, and this
often comes to mind, I must pub
llcly thank Jackie Farrell and his
associates who staged the won
derful testimonial dinner in my
honor, Sunday evening, May 26.
at the Elks Club, Union City. I
had a swell time, and I'll wear
the wrist watch they gave me the
rest of my life)
I did my last public boxing
June 10, at Stillman's gym
nasium. The next morning I did
a little road work, two and one
half miles around Central Park.
On that afternoon I appeared in
the gym where Doc Robb gave me
a rub and that was that. I rested
the next day except to have din
ner in Dempsey's where I signed
a few autographs. That night I
was taken to see a movie.
Nervous Air
And now for the weighing-in
ceremonies. There's always a
nervous air on such occasions at
the offices of the New York Box
ing Commission and from the
time Baer and I showed up, feel
ings were on edge. It remained
for my live-Wire manager to put
Baer in his place. Max, ready to
be weighed, extended his hand to
me. 1t was a friendly greeting.
His face lit up with a smile. I
had been schooled to beat him to
the punch by word of mouth.
How're yer, KIDD" said Baer,
Good luck to you."
was taken aback at the friend
illness of the Baer greeting, in
stinctively clasping his extended
hand. Gould here pushed him.
self between us and, stretched to
his 5 feet 2 inches, pushed Baer
brusquely aside. you're the guy
who kills people in the ring, eh?"
he exclaimed. We'll, get out Of
here, you don't mean thing to
u.s." Max shrugged his shoulders,
smiled, and that ended it. After
the meeting, Baer remarked in a
joking way, according to the
papers: I'm practically a ner-
vous wreck. Joe Gould is abus-
ing me. Braddock threatens to
knock me out. The commission
don't like my boxing gloves, and
I don't like some of The commits
sion's referees and judges. It's
simply terrible. I really don't
know whether I'll be able to get
in that ring tonight"
Deputy Commissioner John T.
Mcneil supervised the weighing.
Baer tipped the beam at the 20912
notch and I scaled 1914. The
room was packed to suffocation
what with newspaper men, ana
others. We objected to a plan of
Baer's manager, Ancil Hoffman,
for the use of certain gloves manu-
featured out West.
The referee question was the
paramount issue. Ever since he
stopped Camera, Baer's manager
took Arthur Donovan to task be-
cause the latter's round score had
Primo leading on points. Hoff-
man objected strenuously to Dono-
van and limited he might not let
Baer fight if that capable referee
received the assignment. For our
part we didn't care who handled
the scrap. Gould objected to
Dempsey on the grounds that Jack
either still had "a piece" of the
champion or was too friendly
with him. Other than that, Jack
was all right with us. When
Dempsey heard about it he took
it okay, and said that was fair.
Donovan suited us to big T.
Hoffman Makes List
Hoffman suggested a list of
several judges and referees whom
he requested not to be assigned
to the title bout. He declined to
divulge the specific names against
whom he lodged objections, but
he admitted that Donovan was
one.
Baer's pilot, supporting his plea
for the California gloves, a regula-