JACK DEMPSEY, THE PERFECT LOVER

New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12615, 27 November 1926, Page 11

JACK DEMPSEY, THE PERFECT LOVER

His Wife Says His Softer Side is

Wonderful

Can a fighter, whose whole life i has been spent in the atmosphere of the prize-ring, make love gracefully?This question, put by a special representative of the “Sunday Chronicle,” to Miss Estelle Taylor, the film star, who married Jack Dempsey, the heavyweight boxer, was emphatically answered in the affirmative. “JS Jack a Romeo? Why, Romeo' * couldn’t qualify as his sparring partner,” declared Miss Taylor. “Just look at him. I have to open the window for him to throw out his chest. Could any girl withstand that? “What girl doesn’t want to ho a lion tamer? When Jack looks mad every girl shudders and wants to marry liim. “Then ho knows when to be gentle. Thero is something wonderful about a big man affected by moonlight. “In his way, Jack is an artist. Ho lias ‘learned his stuff,’ and ho won’t tell me where. Just think of being held by arms that can crush you like cardboard—and then finding them as gentlo ns a womans.” TELEPHONE ROMANCE Miss Taylor met Jack Dempsey 10 years ago in a telephone booth. Jack declares that it was a case of love at first sight. When they were introduced Miss Taylor was in a New York dramatic academy, tasting the first disappointments that come to seekers after fame from the footlights, while Jack was doing gymnasium work. However, ho found time to ’phone Miss Taylor every day. “I learned to love him when I learned to rely on him, to transfer my troubles to his shoulders,” she said. “One day there were rather serious troubles at tho studio. I went to Jack and cried on liis shoulder. “He straightened all the troubles out. He was a real friend, his advice was impersonal. He didn’t try to take my hand and say: 'There, little girl, Jet’s go to a show and talk ! this over.” It Mas then I discovered how much I needed him. ‘•Why, I should have married Jack if lie had never beaten anybody in his life. I love him because he is a real man, with a big, kind heart. I think of him as a man, not as a champion. Girls want someone to do the battling for them, someone that’s always there when he’s needed. That’s Jack.” GIVING AND GIVING There is no friction in Dempsey’s home life. “Marriage,” propounded Miss Taylor, “is a matter of giving and giving and giving.” Miss Taylor, who was brought up in

In ages still undreamed of,* thousands of years distant, the waters will envelop the earth and man will have perished. Such is the picture of the end of the world that French scientists have based upon their investigations. IT may be that when the dome of a St. Paul’s of that future age disappears beneath the waves, man as lord of the earth will go down with it and leave only a dead and empty waste of waters, a world as void of life in the forms wc know as the moon is to-day. Some water-breathing amphibian, perhaps, will evolve to take his place as lord of creation, or some finned and gillcd being, a sort of king among the fishes, will hold lordship over the drowned world, and dive among the ruins of the cities that the land people once built. BRITAIN ON THE CONTINENT Like humanity, the world is subject to disease and decay of all its geological structures. Apparently impregnable mountain masses are attacked by the alternating forces of heat and cold which in time disintegrate the hardest rocks. Glaciers, heights down to the slopes, grind away acres of the mass, dragging the heights down to the valleys and then the rivers begin their work and carry the one-time mountain masses in particles to the sea. French scientists have estimated that, every year, 307,797 cubic feet of earth and rock are thus washed down to the sea. Further, they have ascertained that the total lancl area of the globe is 75,225,000 square miles, with an average height oT 2275 feet above sea level. Year by year attrition takes toll of the mass and spreads a tiny layer of land over the bed of the sea—so tiny that if the spread were uniform the lift of the ocean bed would be just one seven-hundred-and-lift.ieth part of an inch. And, at that rate, it will take no less than seven million years for the ocean beds to ho lifted until there is no more dry land. Bub inexorably, year by year, the land is being robbed away, and in comparatively recent times vast changes have been wrought. In the time in which man has been on the earth, that part of the world where the North Sea washes was dry land, and the Upper Rhine flowed through the great lowhinds that were sheltered by the Dogger Bank. Britain was part of Ihe Continent of Europe, and vast forests waved whero the waters roll to-day.

Wilmington, Delaware, where mackerel is the order every Friday, loathes the smell of fish. Consequently, she and her husband have agreed that instead of calling up on certain nights and fibbing, “Dear, I am detained at the gymnasium,” Dempsey will come out truthfully with, “I am out with the boys eating fish.” The matter of naming children was successfully compromised. Dempsey will name the girls, Mrs Dempsey will name the hoys. But tlie number is another problem. Jack wants five, but his wife only -wants two. “However,” said Miss Taylor, “we won’t count our chickens before they are hatched, because Jack’s mother thought she would not have any but got elcAcn, and wanted more. She » is sixty-six years old, and doesn’t feel I forty. Wo’li name them as they come.” Jack wants his children to step out and strangle the world with bare hands. ‘ He feels that in the heat of conflict, experience, suffering, tho] steel of character is smelted. j Miss Taylor, however, believes in > smoothing the road considerably. She ! wants her daughters to be good cooks. \ and athletic, to marry good men and 1 escape the heart aches she herself found in a professional career. Whenever a deadlock of opinions Is reached in the Dempsey family, the decision depends on the toss of a coin. The question of the brilliant boxer’s ability at love-making was answered by: “It is liis sofber and finer side that is so wonderful. He remembers the littlo things that count towards making up a happy home.” “Jack saved my* life,” added Miss Taylor. “That is usually reason enough for a girl to love a man. I was to christen an aeroplane and then go up in it, a ‘stunt’ f\»r Lasky’s. i Jack locked m© up until it was too late ‘ to go. Lasky’s were having assorted 1 fibs. The ’plane crashed, killing the j occupants. Lesley’s turned their ! hymn of hate to a vote of thanks.” j

j LAND OF ATLANTIS Similarly, westward from the Bay of Biscay out toward the Azores and the Canary islands, stretched the mighty continent of Atlantis, with a civilisation almost equal with,our own, though on different lines. The islands of the Atlantic arc the mere mountain tops of that vanished land, sunk so long ago that not even a record remains of its water-logged treasures and geawashccl cities. Man himself, by cutting down forests and giving sun and cold a chance to denude the mountain sides, is helping to destroy his world by speeding-up the process of attrition. ALL-CONQUERING SEA The all-conquering sea is at work, and the mere earth has no chance against it. The Flood of Biblical times, according to modern science, was a purely local affair, affecting the region between the Tigris and Euphrates, the place of origin of modern civilisation. But the last great flood with which tho world as we know it will end, will not ho an affair of forty days rainfall and flooded rivers, but a steady, remorseless eating away of the last ramparts of earth raised ’ against the advancing sea. There will prob-‘ ably he a dwindled remnant of humanity fighting desperately against the overwhelming torrent in tho last days of earth. There ;nay bo floating cities built as a final refuge for a highly civilised and scientific race of fish-eaters—for no land will be left for the cultivation of cereals or the rearing of cattle. At the mercy of the storms and tides, drifting hither and thither, the last of the human race will watch the last of earth disappear in that far-off ago. Possibly science, developed to a pitch of which we have no conception, will be called in to adapt man's physical organisation to the point that will make him a water-dweller. Gills and fins may be grafted on, and in his altered form man may still rule the world. Or, on the other hand, evolution may have produced some being as far in advance of mankind as man is above the monkey tribe. Possibly, in another two hundred thousand years evolution will have begun to produce a higher type, mastcY of water as well as of earth and air, and able to fight itself for the last great change.