Reading Times/July 8, 1935
WASHINGTON, D.C. July 7. WE REGRET our inability to present at the Polo Grounds in New York Monday night when the good M. Jacques Armand Curley sets Danno O’Mahoney, of Ireland, to pulling and hauling with Chief Little Wolf, otherwise Benjamin Tenario, the Navajo Ingine.
The loyal Irish of Gotham will doubtless be out in what is know as force, egging on the new pride of Old Erin. If as many Irish attend the good M. Jacques wrestling presentation as wrote letters to the sports columnists saying bah-you-bum when James J. Braddock out-fumbled Max Baer, there should be a banner house.
CHIEF GENE FOWLER is leading the Fire Island Ingines for the Polo Grounds festivities. Chief Gene Fowler is an old time Ingine from the Colorado reservation, who retreated to Fire Island years ago when the western hunting grounds played out.
Chief Gene Fowler is one of our greatest wrestling enthusiasts. His fine Roman nose is ever hung on the edge of the ring when the big grapplers begin moaning. In moments of excitement, Chief Gene Fowler can rarely control himself. He stands up, his eyes gleaming, his nostrils dilated, and emits the strange war cry of his tribe, which sounds like the scream of an eel in distress.
The good M. Jacques Armand Curley usually requests Chief Gene Fowler to remain away from his more important wrestling contests. M. Jacques says the cry alarms his wrestlers, and besides he can always save an Annie Oakley if Chief Gene Fowler is absent.
THE good M. Jacques Armand Curley is not personally an Ingine, but he is a rare character. We are very fond of the good M. Jacques, because he is one man who always takes his business seriously, whether he is presenting an Ingine, a masked marvel, or a human mattress in wrestling guise.
In all the now considerable number of years we have known the good M. Jacques Armand Curley, we have never heard him utter a word, or seen him evolve a gesture that might suggest that he was offering his wares with his tongue in nis cheek, so to speak.
He has always been serious about it. He sees real drama in his game, and has the knack of putting the drama into words. He will tell you about bouts that to him were spectacles of thrills, and desperate conflict, yet which were accepted by writers as mere shows, and after listening to the good M. Jacques awhile, you commence to see his game as something more than burlesque.
THE late George Tex Rickard, the boxing promoter, was the same way. Boxing was a very serious business with Rickard.
Perhaps that is why Rickard was the greatest of the boxing promoters, as the good M. Jacques Armand Curley is the greatest of the wrestling entrepreneurs.