. ever understand that, they can't reach
' a champion via the love missive At j
i least few of them ever reached this
I champion. You know there have been
! l ing kings silly enough to answer
; every mash note, they got. Funny
i thing, but. misunderstood women, lone
some women with a desire to be seen
with a celebrity, golf and club widows,
neglected women will write love let
ters. Mrs. Stribling was only telling
some one the other day that she used
to be amused at the trickery of thou
sands of women who used to write
beautiful letters of praise to her hand
some son, and somewhere, nine times
out of ten. down in the corner of a
page would be the scarcely noticeable
telephone number or address. Yes.
yes. the world is full of vamps, God
bless ’em.
Paris Is the Same.
From England we went to Paris
gay. brilliant, lovable Paris. The
French women wanted to swarm over
Dempsey. They were getting first
hand close-ups of the man who had
battered their idol, Georges Carpentier,
into the. canvas, and he went over
like wildfire.
Every woman wanted to see the man
who had crushed Georges, and every
woman seemed bent on taking him in
her arms.
Say, the funniest thing I ever saw
happened right in the main dining
room of our hotel after Dempsey had
won the title from Willard at Toledo.
The place was packed. All eyes were
on Dempsey, of course. Jack was just
digging into a nice cold melon, and
' suddenly from some place in the room
came a gorgeous creature—not young
j and giddy and not old and foolish.
