The Northwest enterprise. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1931-1952, 1935-12-27
BY J. c. pIoNIslo

boxing champion is nothing at all.
Nothing. You just telephone the
champions manager, and If the
manager happens to be a dapper
little business man from New York
like Joe Gould, he is sure to snap
right back at yoI-"Oh sure, sure.
come on up" So you just 60 up
to the champeen's hotel suite and
meet the champeen himself--Lad-
les and gentlemen. ex-longshoie-
man James Jay Braddock, 29-yesr-
old Irishman from New Jersey, no
less!
There is nothing much about
Braddock which you usually asso-
ciate with seasoned, monied prize
fighters. Nothing but a couple of
cauliflowered ears and ham-like
hands. He wears a plain blue bu-
siness suit and a plain checkered
tie. No fancy sartorial effects.
Not like his playboy predecessor,
Cinemactor Max Adelbert Baer.
Jimmy is just a plain worlds hea-
vyweight champ. A very nice,
pleasant fellow.
The first thing you hear when
you are with Jimmy and his en-
tourage is that the champ win beat
the Brown Bomber of Detroit, Joe
Louis. No doubt about that. Sure,
Sure" says Jimmy. Sure" sec
onds Mr.. Gould, tits cinch."
We timidly venture to say, Joe
Louis certainly did give Baer a
beating"
"Baer?" It is Mr.. Gould speak
ing. "Baer was all washed out by
the time he got in the ring with
Louis. Jimmy softened him for
the Negro. You ought to see jim
my land few right hand wallops
when he fights Louis Jimmy did
MT use his right with Baer. He
didn't have to-"
Sure" second ! lnmy, Before
Baer got in the ring he was al
ready licked. I softened him for
Louis. Louis is a good fighter but
I am sure to beat him. I'm very
confident"
Somehow we have always felt
that when man talks too much
about being confident he really is
pretty much scared, and is merely
trying to gather courage. Just like
whistling in the dark But, of
course, those thoughts are intrus-
i've when you are talking with the
man. You want to forget them
for the moment.
So we ask the champion, when
is this fight with Louis going to be
Mr.. Braddock ?"
'Sometime next year" Jimmy
says. Maybe early or late sum-
rner."
you won't take on another be-
fore that?"
Nope" Jimmy shakes his head.
only the big guys for me. Louis
is the only one now. aim to take
in the best for the most money. I
figure I'd cash in a million or bet
ter on this fight. It's Louis or no.
body"
Jimmy has to go down to the
gymnasium for his afternoon
workout with his sparring partner,
SO we stay in the room with Mr..
Gould.
Lou Gould is also an easy char
acter to meet. Very helpful and
amiable. He himself likes to be
interviewed. He tells us that he
has been in the boxing business for
twenty years.
A few minutes later Mr. Gould
asks us if we would like to see
Jimmy in training. We reply in
the affirmative. So we go down
on the elevator on the fifth floor
and into the gym. There Jimmy
and his stablemate are hard at
work.
When we see Jimmy in a gym
suit we know we are seeing per-
feet specimen of manhood. We
remember the hard days when he
used to tramp the Hoboken docks
on frosty mornings seeking for
longshore jobs. Then the bread
lines and relief for his family, his
wife, three children and himself.
Then the championship over the