Evening star., 1938-12-12
Bartender, Private Stock
Give Genius It's Heed.

Bartender, Privote Stock
Give Genius It's Heed.
He also carries his own private
free lunch, consisting largely of
potato salad, in his coat pocket,
wrapped in handkerchief. The
bartenders do not mind great deal
because they believe in letting gen.
ius have its head. Besides, the actor
in question pays the full price of a
slug of rye whenever he orders a
fresh chaser.
Getting back to Mr. Dempsey and
Mr.. Tunney, there is no doubt that
the former marine holds Mr.. Demp-
sey in high esteem, in spite of the
fact that Dempsey tried his best to
kill Mr.. Tunney the last time they
squared off for profit. Every once
tn while, Gene will take a party of
friends around to Dempsey's beam
cry just for look at the man
mauler.
"a great chap, great chap" Mr..
Tunney will say, with real admira-
ton. There's nobody like him"
The comradeship of these re-
formed assaSsins goes even deeper
than that. Just recently, the two
of them have formed society for
the protection of American youth,
much to the savage annoyance of
Mr.. Ray Carlen, manager of the
white hope heavyweight, Lou Nova
why don't they mind their own
business?" inquiries Mr. Car
len whenever he hears Mr.. Demp-
sey and Mr.. Tunney sounding off
on the subject of American youth.
You can understand Mr.. Carlen's
bitterness. A couple Of days ago,
Mr.. Tunney and Mr.. Dempsey ac-
cused him of looting cradles and eX-
plotting child labor.
A bunch of the boys were gathered
around the groaning board in Mr..
Dempsey's saloon. Mr.. Tunney was
there, dealing out his own gin with
Mr.. Dempseys chasers. Called on
for speech, Mr.. Tunney arose and
leveled solemn finger at young
Lou Nova, the white hope heavy
weight, who recently knocked out
Gunnar Barlund.
Greet PoIs Speak More
In Sorrow Than in Anger.
my son." said Mr.. Tunney, in
part. you are being pushed to the
slaughter. You are being over
matched. Your years are tender,
boy, and yet you must fight few
days from now with rough and
seasoned destroyer by the name of
Thomas Farr. 1ch! Tch! Tch"
At this point spluttering sound
came from one of the guests. 1t
was Mr.. Ray Carlen. Mr.. Tunney
ignored the interruption.
What can your manager be
thinking of, child?" said Mr.. Tun-
ney, shaking a sad head. Suppose
you do beat this hardened bully,
Farr. What then? There will be
no one left to fight but Joe Louis,
and Louis will murder you All. me,
that managers should be so callous,
so brutal, so unfeeling, so rash, So"
Mr.. Carlen was spluttering hard
by now, and he began to sizzle on
both sides when Mr.. Dempsey got
up and resumed the sermon where
Tunney left off.
MY beardless young friend" said
Mr.. Dempsey to Nova, "how many
fights have you had?"
"Twenty-six pro fights" said Nova,
much embarrassed, land a lot of
amateur fights"
"Shocking!" murmured Mr. Demp-
sey. "You have heard the touching
observations of my great-hearted
friend. Mr.. Tunney. I fully agree
with him. You, a sucking, a babe,
a mewling infant, are about to be
sacrificed to this coarse desperado,
Farr. He will kill you, and I hope
1t will be lesson to your manager,
young man."
At this juncture, Mr.. Ray Carlen
leaped to his feet and exposed his
hard, unfeeling skin to the spotlight.
Mr.. Carlen was quite indignant.
I'm the first place." he barked at
the great humanitarians, Tommy
Farr is bum in spades, and you
know it. Lou will knock his ears
off. In the second place, Lou has
been in lot of tough fights, and
he knows his way around. In the
10th place, what he does after the
Farr fight is his business and mine,
and he's not gonna get sacrificed
to nobody"
The meeting broke up on a
strained note. Still, you have to
hand it to Mr.. Dempsey and Mr..
Tunney. They have pooled their
milk of human kindness and they
work hand in hand protecting Amer
lean youth
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