Showman (1937)

Record Details:

Title:
Showman
Date:
1937
Publisher:
New York : E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc.
Volume:
Showman
Leaf #:
000194
Language:
English
Subjects:
Motion Pictures, Motion pictures--Biography
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
March 28, 2024
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SHOWMAN still champion of the world. I want you to see this with your own eyes instead of taking my word for it. This is the round where Corbett knocked Fitzsimmons down. As he goes down, the referee will begin to count. I'll count too, watch in hand. I want you all to count with me. Fitz will get up as the referee counts nine— presumably nine seconds, ladies and gentlemen —but, if you check with your own watches, you'll see it was a lot longer than that." Then my confederate in the projection-booth started the film again— Fitz went down— the film was slowed— and it was a full thirteen seconds on the screen, with me dramatically counting off each second, before he got up again. "You see, ladies and gentlemen," I shouted triumphantly, "there's absolute proof! Thirteen seconds —a clean knockout for Corbett!" At that point a huge figure reared up in the audience beneath me and roared: "Brady, you're a liar!" I looked close in the gloom and made out that it was the late William Muldoon, the famous Solid Man, who had been timekeeper at the Carson City fight. There was no denying that I was a liar. Fitz put up such a kick about my oration that I was never again allowed to repeat the performance. But it didn't matter. The newspapers picked up the argument, as I knew they would, and there was a long and violent controversy in print about this question of a long count. Sounds 180