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Arthur Potter is a wader, diver, gambler. He earns his living wading and diving for golf balls that inefficient golfers plop into water hazards at the Marine & Field Club, Brooklyn. He picks up dollars from unsuspecting golfers passing by, by suggesting that he can drive a certain narrow green nearly 300 yards away. Unsuspecting golfers doubt it. "Betcha," says Gambler Potter. "Betcha," answer unsuspecting, greedy golfers. Potter drives the green...
...gets away with what he can while he can? but making a noise like a loose-tongued woman who is losing her reputation and tries to regain it at the expense of her neighbor's? the Denver Posts, morning and evening phenomena published by Fred G. Bonfils, onetime river gambler and circus promoter, last week furnished their niche in the Rocky Mountains with as ingenious a piece of journalism as ever misled simple citizens...
Denver, ridden by a newspaper war between Gambler-Publisher Fred G. Bonfils with a morning and evening Post and the Scripps-Howard syndicate with a morning and evening News (TIME, Feb. 14), continued in its crazy aspect of wildcat frontier town. Last week the Post's frantic efforts for circulation included: A spectacle to signalize the Denver auto show: "The next thing on the Denver Post's free amusement program, ladies and gentlemen,* will be a thrilling leap for death by 75 world-famous Autoarabs, the tumbling Gas Anns, the Leaping Lenas of motordom's circus world...
...Gambler Bonfils was frozen out. The wealth of a farflung syndicate was against him. He did not "call" the News at five gallons but took his beating. The News averaged some 25 columns of want ads per day to the Post...
...this the only beating Gambler-Publisher Bonfils suffered during the week. The Post started to run Chickie, a fiction serial proved by trial in other cities as infallible bait for morons. But the flapper-heroine had scarcely been seduced before the News saved all Denver the petty pace of many tomorrows by flooding the city with Chickie, complete in book form, free with News want ads. . . . The circulation manager of the Post resigned...