Reading Times/June 6, 1935
NEW YORK, June 5.
TREVOR WIGNALL, sports writer of the London Daily Express, is here to see the battle between Primo Camera and Joe Louis.
Wignall is accounted one of the foremost boxing authorities in England, and he often comes to this country for a big fight. He has been here so frequently, and has so many friends in America, that he has become about as thoroughly Americanized as it is possible for an Englishman to get.
They call him “Yank” Wignall because of his regard for Americans. Wignall and Tommy Webster, the great cartoonist of the Mail, are almost as much at home in New York as they are in London, and certainly more active socially.
“Yanks” is anxious to get a peek at Joe Louis, the young Negro sensation of the boxing game. The fame of the former Golden Glover has drifted across the seas, where they follow boxing even more closely than we do in America. They are quite familiar with Carnera over there already, in fact Wignall was writing about him long before Carnera came to the United States.
Several other English writers are coming also, also a number from Germany and France, while the American reservations for press box seats at the Carnera – Louis fight already exceed the top record of the past as far as New York is concerned.
CHAMP SEGAL is a picturesque gent who used to manage fighters, among them Charley Phil Rosenberg, when Rosenberg was bantamweignt champion of the world.
It has been a long time since Champ fussed around the gladiators, but he retains a keen interest in them, and has the reputation along Broadway of rarely failing to pick the winner of a big bout.
The other night, Champ pinned the writer up against the plate glass window of a local restaurant, and orated at length on the coming Carnera – Louis battle.
“I told you Tunney would lick Dempsey, didn’t I? I told you Schmeling would lick Sharkey in their first fight, didn’t I? I told you Carnera would lick Sharkey, and that Baer would beat Schmeling and Carnera, didn’t I?”
The writer admitted he did.
“All right, then,” said Champ Segal. “I’m telling you now that Carnera will lick Louis and maybe flatten him. No, I haven’t seen Louis. But everybody tells me he is a shuffling fellow, who punches short. I always figures styles. That style isn’t worth a dime against Carnera.”
At least Champ Segal’ discourse was a change from the expertorial chorus from Louis’ camp.
BABE RUTH can follow Dempsey’s example and take to the sticks and make more money in the next few years than he can hope to get out of the best managerial job in the game, allowing that Babe can get a job of that kind, and hold It down after he gets it.
Dempsey gathers in a nice income refereeing boxing and wrestling bouts in small towns, though his new role as a restaurant man has cut down his activity in that respect.
Ruth could go out over the same kind of territory, umpiring, and playing a bit of baseball once or twice a week, and enjoy a royal income. There are millions of people who haven’t seen Ruth play, and they would pay for the privilege.
The best bantamweight fighter the writer has seen in a long time is Sixto Escobar, the brown youth from Porto Rico, who knocked out Joey Archibald on the McLarnin-Ross show. Escobar proved his gameness by getting off the floor that night and going on to victory.
He is a corking puncher for a little man, and a good showman. Lou Salica and Pablo Dano are fighting out on the west coast for what is termed the American bantamweight championship, but the winner cannot have a clear title until he beats Escobar, who is American-born, though he was raised in the island possession.