Word: fighters
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...buried the hatchet? One party is Fred G. Bonfils, sometime gambler, fighter, and more recently philanthropist, who is proud to say that his grandfather (surnamed Buonfiglio) was a cousin of Napoleon Bonaparte. When the West was a gold brick, Mr. Bonfils bounced about until he profited $800,000 in the Little Louisiana Lottery. Then he ran into a garrulous bartender named H. H. Tammen and they bought a newspaper, the Denver Post, with which they fattened the gambler's wad and extended the bartender's ingenuity. They had a circus, too (Sells-Floto). But, for raw meat...
...fight with their feet, it is said; but Routis had held his elbows pointed in front of him and his gloves near his ears as he moved in to claw Canzoneri's belly. Canzoneri, after winning the first rounds, had been gradually gutted in this routisserie; a game fighter, he had tired himself in last minute weight making...
...play which these persons witnessed with enthusiasm was plainly designed less as a model of intelligent drama than as a means of bringing their old friend before the footlights in praiseworthy poses. On the stage Jack Dempsey is an honest prize-fighter with a crooked manager; he loves a brunette who, because her brother is in the power of a bad gambler, agrees for his sake to put catnip in the champion's water-bottle so that the gambler may be assured in advance who will win the big fight. The audience, on the other hand, knows that...
...John Lavery's portraits are distinguished by concentration upon pattern and composition and by a unique green which he uses in his flesh tints. Lavery has painted the British Royal family with notable success; a man of strong and erratic enthusiasms, he last week proposed to portray Prize-fighter Gene Tunney whom he met at a banquet. "He is the favorite of the Gods," exclaimed Sir John, "Someone ... I myself . . . should paint him for the Royal Academy...
...fighter and lover that Biographer Nicholson makes his glowing portrait of Old Hickory. And there is in the drawing no chiaroscuro of virtue and vice. Just as Andrew Jackson believed a thing to be all black or all white, so he has been painted all whiteman. His fiery tempers are matters of righteous indignation; his gullibility a matter of holding a man right until he is proved wrong...