Under stars that littered the night sky like the glowing ends of innumerable phantom cigarets, three young couples met, one evening last week, at the Polo Grounds, Manhattan.
Shade vs. Slattery. Young Jimmy Slattery, whose bright speed, whose cruelly efficient hands, led the canny to acclaim him as a new Corbett (TIME, June 8), had been promised almost $17,000 if he would devote a few brisk moments to one David Shade* from California. It was not fair, people said—Shade was only a welterweight, while Slattery had defeated Jack Delaney, one of the best...
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