New York, Jan. 6.
Jack Dempsey, the beetle-browed, blue-jowled "Manassa Mauler" who was one of the roughest, toughest Lelters that ever bashed a heezer, complains now that the fight game is too uncouth—that it is neither streamlined, knee agtioned nor redolent of culture.
I was positively amazed when 1 heard great Dempsey giving off sentiments like this. I laughed right out loud and cracked, "My goodness, B dont tell me t youre going Tunney, my deal Dempsey scowled so thunderously that the glasses tinkled on the table. He growled, "Tunney's all right. Dont't be makin' fun of him. And don't be tryin' to use me in a sister act. I say the fight game hasn't kept pace with civilization. Im talking' from a different angle—an angle you wouldn't know. You're a fight writer. You always sit there with over the ring apron. You capt get my angle.
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