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...with no bathing suit and no company save two police dogs. She told her famed escape-from-a-shark story (TIME, Sept. 13), patted her bobbed hair and apropos of Maria Jeritza's unviolated flaxen locks, accused unbobbed women of having "microbes." She knew all about James John ("Gene") Tunney's having whipped Jack Dempsey for the world's heavyweight boxing championship. "My boy won," she said. "He's an angel, and so good looking. . . . I wouldn't mind a bit being engaged to that great big, handsome, blond boy. I saw him in Miami last winter and gave...
...describing happenings at the Tunney-Dempsey Fight you speak of a gentleman who stood up-sat down-and placed his flask beside him. Is that the act of a gentleman ? Could you not, with better propriety, have used the word "man" ? It is like some of our Sport writers who speak of "customers" instead of spectators at our various athletic games...
James John ("Gene") Tunney...
...more than a rumor--nor can one, lost in the hinterlands of Cambridge, always be quite sure--that a certain gentleman, hight Tunney, lieutenant of Marines, and sometimes called the crowned champion of the world, is to complete the scandal caused by a writer of popular songs, to the extent of entering the Social Register, be it more--then fell is the fortune of all but fatuity. For though when Greek meets Greek, they eat rice pilaf, when prize fighter marries debutante, the public eats the pudding, not alone of publicity, but of despair...
...must eventually leaven, together they have the power of brute force, coupled with complete dulness--and that force--though like the carnivorous dinosaur, its one time proponent, it eventually die, can, like the name carnivorous dinosaur, cause a lot of trouble. One hopes then, and with all sincerity that Tunney will like a good Marine, defend his country against mental eclipse by refraining from establishing a precedent which could well mean the beginning of the Ivory...