WITHOUT PREJUDICE

Dominion, Volume 20, Issue 41, 12 November 1926, Page 8

WITHOUT PREJUDICE

NOTES AT RANDOM

(By

T.D.H.)

Europe, it seems, from Mr. Baldwin’s Guildball speech, has recovered from the war, but is finding it hard to get over the peace. Italy’s Parliament doesn’t talk now, but the Opposition members, for some reason, have been expelled.—Perhaps their part of the silence was considered contemptuous. From American newspapers to hand yesterday it seems that Mr. Tunney* prowess in defeating Mr. Dempsey has attracted the favourable notice of the United States Navy Department, which in some mysterious manner appears to have become cognisant of this event in the career of a formed U.S. Marine. It is not the sort of event that usually gets into Government files, but somehow the Navy Department heard of it, and simultaneously discovered that Mr. Tunncy possessed the requisite qualifications for a lieutenancy in the United States Marine Corps Reserves. Altogether, everything tends to show that it is a highly reputable occupation, as well as an extremely lucrative one, to be the world's champion prizefighter. There were chivalrous exchange* after the Dempsey-Tunney bout, for Mr. Tunney paid a call on his late opponent the morning after the fight, and graceful speeches were exchanged. Greeting his foe of the ring with outstretched hand, which he said was ‘a bit tender,” relates a correspondent in Philadelphia, Mr. Tunney expressed the hope that Dempsey was “coming along all right.” Mr. Dempsey "thrust out his hand”—this time in friendship, however—and “told the new champion he was glad he had come.” Whereupon Mr. Tunney took a seat “m the little circle surounding the bed on which Mr. Dempsey was resting,” and the two knights of fisticuffs “indulged in an intimate exchange of details of their contest.” Thus they fought their tourney over again in pleasant discourse of hooks and jabs, while the dethroned champion’s wife, known in the movie world as Estelle Taylor, hung upon their words with sympathetic palpitations: ,

Despite the painful injuries to his countenance, Mr. Dempsey “talked with a whole-heartedness and an engaging smile that made it difficult to believe that only the night before he had been in a desperate battle with his guest.’ Some concern was expressed over the former champion’s closed eye, “which he said was not healing'as quickly as he thought it should,” and his conqueror expressed ail apologetic concern, accompanied with practical advice drawn from his own experience of first aid to battered features. The new champion was reminded by his dilapidated victim of sundry “good wallops” that he (Mr. Tunney) had landed, and Mr. Dempsey also “mentioned times when Tunney’s hard punches had failed to hit the mark”—failures which apparently afforded him a slightly melancholy satisfaction. Mr. Tunney, in his turn, reminded Dempsey of hard swats and well-directed blows, remarking occasionally that he wondered if you felt that as much as I thought you did.

- The "New York World” reports that socially Mr. Tunney is a charming, cultured gentleman, as much at home m the smartest of smart drawing-rooms as he is on the links or in the company ot men big in all walks of life. If you find him reading, it will not be some story of where “twenty red men bite the dust, or some novel that is spicy. Rather it will be one of Shakespeare s works or some philosophical treatise that only one who thinks, and not one who merely thinks he thinks, can master. 1 rescntly, one gathers, pugilism will rank among the learned professions.

The correspondent finally reports this chivalrous speech delivered to ' feated knight of the ring by the conqueror: “I have always thought you were a great champion, and I want to sav now that you are a fine, clean opponent and fought as clean and game a fight as any .man who has been in ring. Any man . can be proud to lav met you in the fight you made I hat nohing might be wanting in the knightly flavour of this visit ot confidence? we are told that Tunney emerged from the Dempsey suite with abroad smile. “Dempsey’s a fine chap,” exclaimed the new cjiampion, “ana I hope he comes around without any trouble. We had a good- talk about that fight.”

The waters of the Jordan which have been so freely bottled and sent away for chirstening ceremonies are soon to serve another purpose, for a project is on foot to harness them to Provide Palestine with electric power. While to some people it may seem sacrilege to use Jordan water for such a purpose, the engineers point ■ out that nature seems to have designed that unique and mysterious stream for precisely such a use. For the upper _ P« of its ccurse, above the Sea of Galllet, in nine miles it rushes down a decli ity of 680 feet'.affd thereafter at an average- fall of nine feet to the• nlunees-down to a remnant of the Alio S'XrH. nmlyOM feft W. th. level of the sea. Obviously it iss less for navigation, and the char.ict of most of the soil through which it flowTbelow the Sea.of Galil e-has can - ed it to be described as an unpleas ant. foul stream ’ between u an t<. ” With • its copious andb uinaii S volume however; it will be capable of generating cuorn, ° as t £ eC ‘" eds energy, sufficient to supply the needs of the whole country, literally from Dan to Beersheba.” “Ah, kind friend,” said the minister, “It is deeds not words, that count. l “Oh, I don’t know,”, replied the woman. “Did you ever send a cablegram?” ' • •' From the Philadelphia “Why do you rise so early in the ““Thfve” to get down town early in order to find a parking place for my C3 “But do you not then have a good deal of time hanging on your hands. “Oh, then I take the street car home and have breakfast.” Gruff Father to Son-“Wliv don’t you get out and find a job? When I was vour age I was working for 12s. a week In a store,’and at the end of five years 1 Son—“ You" can’t do that nowadays. They have cash registers.” “Do 1 von think you could care for a chap like me?” “Oh, I think so~»if he wasnt too much like you.” leaves. Leaves do . three things ■ And do them well: . Grow patiently, unmurmuring, Through long hours.F Flare scarlet and gold. Making themselves radiant For dying; And fall silently, To hover over sleeping flowers Tn dim forgotten graves. „ —Ruth E. Hopkins, in the “komTOSJ.we®!’ 4