The Washington times., 1938-02-11

Buck OMEN Florida, the
capital of winters Fairgrounds.
Z. Briefly they paused, then hit
the trail to Sunland, leaving a
city smiling over their visit.
- Sonia Henie. the Morse Snow
: White, flew into the Nations
Capital yesterday morning, a
happy, congenial artist of the
ice, who now is at the peak Of
Fame's plateau. She gave her
self whole heartedly to the
group that met her silver-sided
sky bird, answering in English
that was Oxfordian in its pur.
1ty, the questions flung at her.
. Gaily she came, and gaily she
left, with another conquest Of
hearts achieved.
Jack Dempsey was the other
champion who came here, tar
ried q few moments and left.
But his conveyance was a rail-
road train, and the old cham
pion held court in his car with
an admiring throng around
him.
Sports never has produced
the equal of the marvellous
Morse girl, who is skating her
way to a fortune, capturing
hearts as she skates. The world
never saw the equal of Demp-
sey at his peak, stripped for
battle, with the gloves laced on
his hands. Supreme in the
artistry of the sport each used
as vehicle to glory, one is the
antithesis of the other.
Something in Common
Snow White and the Giant
share one characteristic. Each
is the soul of graciouSneSS with
children. There was that Smil-
ing, brown-eyed little girl at the
airport who stormed the bar
riers to reach Miss Henie's side.
"Is it colder in Norway than
in American" asked the young
ster.
About as cold as it Is in New
York" came the smiling reply.
''It gets very cold in New York,
end very dark early"
There's no midnight sun"
interjected a boy who barged
through the gates, claiming. &C.
r. .ouaintance with Commissioner
Melvin c. Hazen.
THAT is right" declared Miss
Henie. There is no midnight
sun"
"Can you skip" demanded the
girl. who one day may be a news
Z reporter.
"Surely," laughed Miss Henie.
II learned to ski when learned
to skate. It is fun"
"And did you work hard to
become the greatest skater in
the world?" came another ques'
ton.
"Very, very hard" came the
response in serious tone. There
is no way to success except by
hard, hard work. I have prac.
ticed since I was II years old.
! still skate five hours a day."
Years Are Kind
"Howya, pally?" Dempse
asked the folks who shook
hands with him at Union Sta
ton. There was a ring in the
tone that convinced the citizens
that Jack remembered them but
didn't call their names in the
interest of cordiality. Calm and
alert, with the savoir faire of
the travelled business man,
Dempsey is a different person
from the old ManaSSa Tiger Of
the ring.
His smooth shaved face, show
ing blue-black in the dim light
of the station, is different from
the demoniacal mask that was
Dempsey in action.
You shut your eyes for a
moment.
"Clang!" That's the gong
with Firpo, and a white-trunked
figure, Sun-bronzed from the
waist up, glides forward deal
ing destruction with red gloves.
Behind that film Of the past
you see a younger Dempsey,
blue-bearded, lean and terrific
against John Lester Johnson,
taking a fearful beating but
lashing fiercely with never
ceasing fists.
Then you see Dempsey stand
ing over a fallen, numbed Tun-
ney at Chicago, a long count
rohbing him of a title that
should have been reclaimed.
You see him in that white
angora sweater strutting down
Sullivan Street in New York to
Jimmy Kelly's restaurant, a
host of kids at his heels. There
was a champion!
Here at the cross roads Of
nation, gateway by air and raj
and water to the four corners
of a vast domain, you stand ano
see the tide of life pass. YOU
move with that tide, rejoicing
that the fortunes of a day per
nit you meet two champions
a., HTYI.:L- G-s. HY~~SA