THROUGH WOMAN’S EYES

Hawera Star, Volume L, 17 May 1930, Page 18

THROUGH WOMAN’S EYES

The. following impressions of the recent fight in Londan between Prim a Camera (Italy) and Denier (Germany) were written for an English paper by a lady contributor: Blood-red, cruelly-manicured finger nails. (Cauliflower ears. Pearl necklaces (authentic) as long as skipping ropes. Slop pails in the seconds' corners. Snowdrift. emiine. cloaks. Women everywhere you looked 1 . Hundreds and hundreds of them, from the ringside to the rc.of. Dressed for parties at exclusive supper clubs, as if they'd come straight from the office, straight from vicarage tea parties. Women escorted. Women escorting each other.

And, for the first time in my own private experience of the very best pugilism, loud voices exhorted the fighters during the only important spectacle of the evening to come across with the rough stuff. They addressed Denier. He, from the very first round of his fight with Camera, was so plainly the poor, .whipped underdog that we were all very, very kind and tender to him. Especially those voices: “ "It 'im, Terry! !Come on, Jerry!” Those voices issued from scores and scores of weak female throats, the owners of which were all suffering the wildest pangs of excitement and enthusiasm. Ladies of the bulldog breed, obviously. [But it gave me a shock, and when I fought my homeward way through massed formations of chauffeurs and tee hoi pollai lined up outside the hall exits, I took a nervous look at the memorial to see that it stood where it. did. It did. But only just.

Nor must I forget to record the only bad break in what might have been called Jeff Dickson’s Blags of All Nations Night. ‘That came from the >MjC. about to introduce Camera and Denier. “Gentlemen! ” he cried; and then corrected Jiimself. “Ladies and gentlemen!'' It should, of course, have been “(Gentlemen and ladies!''

Primo Camera, who not many months ago, was so poor that ho wore odd boots, and Denier, the German, climbed through the ropes. The latter spots Kid Lewis, an interloj>er in a seat at the press shelf round the ring. He

Prize-Fight Impressions

leans over the ropes with his hand outstretched: “And 'ow's my Lewis?” One of Denier’s seconds is a true Jerry, with a convict hair cut. A much graver (Camera! But what a personality! And what a whopper! It’s just like looking at a man through an outsize in magnifying glasses. He wheezes; like a steam engine as he fights. His sea-green pants arc large enough to make bathing drawers foi a classful qf small boys. And when from the very start there were no cries but “Como on, Jerry! ’ ’ he just amiably showed those conspicuous gums of his. But how well he fought! He had us all surprised and amazed. Boxing like a heavyweight champion! And how well he" behaved! No alleged “chop-ping-block” punches, or game Denier one of the bravest men who ever stepped in a ring—would have been done! by now. Audi once when lie hit with a open glove and had to be told about it there was quite a tender little “necking” scene in the ring when Primo apologised to the iGerman. Poor Jerry! He had twoi eyes closed up before the referee mercifully stopped between them and! said, “Now, that ’ll be enough. ’ ’ . And it was almost poor Primo, for half a second. His English wasn't quite enough for “Now, j that’ll bo enough,” and his expression! plainly said: ‘“Well, if I haven’t blot-1 ted my copy book all over again.” j Prom all around .mo were sighs ot j infinite relief, and the roars approving , Jerry must have been heard! on the Spree. And when the .fight officially 1 went to iCarnera there was another | little necking scene. I nearly burst | into tears.

Ah, well, |Carnera’s fortune is now half-made. And! I bet immediately Prinio got out of his dressing gown into his gentleman’s light suitings, M. See (iSay), M. Journee, who found Camera (‘Carney-rah), when ho was eking out a pitiful living in a-fan-booth at Arcaclvon, took various cups of tea to celebrate what's coming to them.

But Jeff Dickson doesn’t exercise his 10 per cent, cut until Camera reaches the £20,000 purse class. I wish I were a prizefighter.