Evening star., 1939-02-11
Higher Things Of Life
Don't Bother Chomp.

OOU OVtuSi ~u0uP'
That is a fine prospect. but 1t
leaves no room for what some word
painter has called the higher things
in life. Joe should give thought to
those things, and right away, be-
GAUGE it is Just a matter of few
months before the hoarse challenge
of Tony Galento will be stilled, in
a manner almost too painful too
discuss, and there will be no more
white hopes on the horizon for the
time being. Not unless Lou Nova
pushes his demand for quick action,
which would be foolish Of Lou. He
isn't ready yet.
As for Patrick Edward Comiskey,
If they wait till Patrick is ready,
they will have to lead the champion
into the ring by his white whiskers.
Searching his past, we find that
Joe has not limited himself abso-
lutely to improving Rip Van Win
kle's record for 7 furlongs and
Furnishing chicken la Maryland.
A wear or so ago, he went to Prof.
Bill Taub's bon ton clothing en-
porium and ordered 80 suits, with
accessories, and, just as he was leav-
ing. his eye was caught by first
edition of How to Match Your
Shirts, Socks and Ties, the scholar
ly work of the younger Schof1eld,
one of the treasures of Prof. Taub's
vast collection of incunabula.
"Whats that book?" inquired the
champion.
That priceless palimpsest,' re-
piled Prof. Taub, tells you how to
match your shirts, socks, and-as
1t were-ties."
Send me a copy to my home,
will you?" said Joe. Il think Ill
get me clothing business when I
quit fighting
That's one prospect. Prof. Taub
sent Joe a copy of the book, and
Joe browsed through it. If he does
20 into the raiment racket when he
retires, he will be following in the
footsteps of Benjamin Leonard
who would advise him not to-and
Jack Dempsey, who recently merged
his haberdashery talents with the
stock and trade of no less a tycoon
than Prof. Taub himself.
Might Trode Gloves Back
For His Violin.
Then, Joe could open res
taurant. There was time not long
ago when retired boxing champion
felt practically undressed without a
restaurant. Dempsey had one,
Mickey Walker had one, Leonard
had one, Jim Braddock had one,
Tony Canzoneri had one. Dempsey
and Walker are the only ones left
in the field today, and Dempsey does
not own his beanery nor Walker
his soda fountain.
Besides, there is the possibility
that Louis would eat himself out
of business. That was the night
mare that haunted Cousin Ed Bar
row, of the New York Yankees, in
connection with Joe Di Maggio's
restaurant in San Francisco. Di
Maggie seems to have fought off
the temptation to set new record
for wolfing spaghetti on the cuff by
linear measurement, but he gave
Mr.. Barrow many restless night.
During his checkered career,
Louis has made one motion picture
-all-sepia, as they say in film cir
cles. One should be enough. Max
Baer was the only fighter who ever
made good picture. though Make
Rosenbloom is in there punching,
with the law of averages on his
side.
Gene Tunney made something
once called The Fighting Marine, y
the ghost of which still haunts
Genes stately acres in Connecticut
looking for a couple of pieces of
bread to sleep between. Briefly, it
was straight Smithfield
Altogether, that gives Louis a
wide range of selection-haber-
dashery, a restaurant, the screen.
Best of all, there is the concert
platform. Unless his press agents
are kidding us, the boy Louis was
on his way to take violin lesson
when a. friend persuaded him to
trade the fiddle for a pair of box
Ing gloves, the first gloves Joe had
ever seen.
Maybe he can trade the gloves
back for the fiddle when he retires
II 30, the future is taken care Of
and Joe's neighborhood will boast
a broken lease for every light on
Broadway.
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