Word: dempsey
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Columbia University, undertook to learn western make-up methods and practiced them even while playing Yum-Yum. Like the flowers that bloom in the spring, tra-la, her present employment has little to do with her case. Critics, having heard her vocal chords vibrate under drafts from her super-Dempsey lungs, grant her at least an even chance of making good...
Meanwhile, it was discovered that Mr. Edison had eagerly awaited the round-by-round radio account of the Dempsey-Tunney fight. Deaf, he had the reports repeated to him by Mrs. Edison. He explained that radio is all right for prize fights, President's speeches, etc., but not for music...
Tunney stood up straight, Dempsey came in weaving, bobbing, prowling. He bent his head a little and Tunney's lefts whizzed over. Three of them missed in succession. Incomparably better looking in the ring than Tunney, who was merely handsome, Dempsey leaped forward; he was inside Tunney's guard, a panther striking. Then an amazing thing happened. Tunney held his terrible arms. The referee parted their shoulders and Tunney, with a right and left to the head, backed Dempsey against the ropes, pounded his face, made him shelter himself with wrapping elbows. The gong rang...
Tunney got into the ring first. Dempsey was coming. You could see a swirl far back in the crowd that drew nearer and nearer as Dempsey moved down the aisle with his handlers and a corps of policemen. He climbed through the ropes-unshaven, hard-muscled, surprisingly thin-and crossed to Tunney's corner. "How are you, boy?" he said. The iron voice announced the weights: "Jack Dempsey, who has defended his title for the last six years. . . ." Loud booing. You bent over to light a cigaret and when you looked up they were fighting...
...agreed to that as well. All through the fight they took turns talking, apparently to themselves; an inconspicuous microphone in front of them carried their gabble verbatim to many million people. They told how the rain, just a sprinkle as the fighters got into the ring, grew harder; how Dempsey kept weaving in, pawing at Tunney with fierce, ineffective blows; how people spread newspapers over their knees and passed bottles from hand to hand; how Tunney outboxed Dempsey, poked him off with wary blows, closed his left eye, cut his cheek, made his nose bleed. In the last round, with...