Word: dempsey
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Aside from his experience and reading, which are great equipment for his job, I like Old Ironpants' column for the wild, somewhat hilarious joy with which he sails into an argument. Sometimes it is a little cruel, because he is such a tremendous puncher, and like Dempsey, once that bell rings, he knows nothing but punch, punch, punch until something drops. He loves to tackle those stiff, straight-up-and-down stylish debaters who use the fancy words...
...famed New Dealers went up from Washington to help his fight. But into Maine did flock such Party orators as Acting Secretary of War Harry Woodring, Pennsylvania's Governor George Earle, onetime American Legion National Commander Louis Johnson, Ambassador to Poland John Cudahy, Rabbi Stephen Wise, Jack Dempsey...
...into the Strand with wicker baskets piled 12 ft. high on their cork-padded caps. Famed is the Paris tray race, in which waiters wearing long white aprons run around the outer boulevards. In the U. S. nothing on this order appeared until a year ago when Fisticuffer Jack Dempsey sponsored a waiters' tray race to ballyhoo his New York restaurant. Last week, the second Dempsey tray race made it clear that the pastime would be an annual custom. Rules, copied from the Paris race, specified that each waiter must carry a tray on which stood an empty measuring...
...rule against holding the tray with two hands was not enforced. When a plug-ugly protege of Promoter Dempsey dropped a handkerchief, 54 entrants from 15 Manhattan restaurants set off at a run from 59th street down Eighth Avenue to 50th street. Winner, a surly-looking Italian named Dominick Caccippio, got $125, a silver cup and the whiskey from his tray...
Campaigning with Pennsylvania's Governor George Howard Earle in Allen- town, Democrat Jack Dempsey busily scribbled autographs, asked one eager moppet: "And don't you want the Governor's signature too?" Retorted the moppet: "Naw, I only want yours...