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THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, JUNE 18, 1923 7 He Loves Which Girl ., n ftti fsrU --.-' A yvvTx 1 fL ft &k':cr 4 4? ' a! JJJ Miss May Deveraux, one of the most successful of New York's chorus girls. Her brother has been Demp sey's sparring partner. ORDINARILY the somewhat busy world would not be strenuously concerned In the sentimental af fairs of a young gentleman whose career Is confined to pugilistic endeavors, even though those endeavors have a market value of a million or so and no equal. But there Is undeniably considerable . Interest in the future bride of Mr. John 'Dempsey,- most often known as "Jack" especially since the bride, or, rather her future Identity, remains a mystery de Bpite repeated rumors having to do, in turn, with the most desirable of New York's highest salaried and most beauti ful show girls. Not until after Dempsey's return from Europe did he reveal the reason for the continuance of his bachelorhood, and at the same time he disclosed the reason that he could not, if he would, issue any news bulletins upon the subject since lie didn't know himself. The rest of the disclosure .was even more startling. The champion may fall in love with as many of the highest-salaried chorus girls as he chooses. He may make all the rows he pleases, and as many young ladies with fame for beauty and charm that reaches from one end of New York's Broadway to another may fall in love with him as will it is Mrs. Cecelia Dempsey who will select from among them the bride for her son Jack, and not the champion himself. " The aged mother of the champion lives now in a miniature palace just at tfye edge of Hollywood, in California. It is a house with large landscaped gardens, with pergolas and a view of the Cali fornia hills that border the California desert. Not so many years ago this same aged mother lived in a humble little cottage, barren of anything but the neediest neces sities, with scarcely more than two rooms and a kitchen, and with a landlord who came many times each month before he departed satisfied. in those days Mrs. Dempsey did the housework, washed the dishes, cooked the meals, scrubbed the floors and cleansed the windows. It is said she even was willing, now and then, to help the neighbors. What assistance her son could give her, he gave, but that was little, for in those days young Jack was touring the country via freight trains seeking opportunities to fit in as a preli minary at such matches' as he could catch up with. Now, in her California home, Mrs. Dempsey has a butler, several maids, a door man, chauffeurs and gardeners and kitchen boys. And there is no landlord, as the deed to the palatial home is in her own name. Her son was always a good son. In the other days neighbor girlsjnost ly freckled and with ragged skirts, un ceremoniously turned up their snub noses at the hulking boy who occasionally tried to make up to them. Nowadays the best that Broadway affords, young women with limousines of their own, with com plexions that Cleopatra might well envy, with jewels on their necks and piled deep In safety deposit-faults vie with one another for the favor of the champion's emile. One after another the mightiest of these mysterious young ladies of the equally mysterious domain known as "Broadway" have been announced as the fiancee of the champion. And one after the other they have passed into the dis card. There has been, indeed, a mystery. For the champion is known to be sentimental, and an easy devotee of feminine charm. But Mrs. Dempsey has her son's prom ise he may fall in love and give his heart; but she must be satisfied before the ring and the vows follow th? love and heart. First, quite a long time ago, as time counts in the specacular span of a cham pion's career, those who were close to the champion spread the news that at Bebe Daniels, a beautiful and famous "Follies" girl, whose engagement to the champion has been repeatedly affirmed. Mrs. Dempsey, however, has not yet consented. last ' everything was settled anyone could see who it would be that was soon to take the champion in hand and with the authority of his wife teach him the gentler manners of sedate matrimony. The youi.g woman whose name was added- to. this announcement was Miss Bebe Daniels. . To mention Bebe Daniels Is to think of lavishness, and luxury, and jewels, and beauty of the sort that dazzles. Outside New York there may be folk who know . Maude Adams and Mrs. Fiske and, per haps, Blanche Bates aM Sarah Bernhardt. In New York, however, folk know Bebe Daniels. She graces the stage of the "Follies" or the "Winter Garden" and goes abroad when she chooses. She was one of Ihe most scintillating ornaments of the famous "Fifty-Fifty" club, where the elect of the mighty fraternity fore gathered, until that organization expired as the result of a boxing match which will be spoken of later on this page. And there were many other places that radiated the bright lights of the gay street in which Miss Bebe was more be loved than ever Maud Adams was in her coterie. When Miss Bebe and Dempsey met after- he had definitely settled his title to the championship love was fast in brewing. That is, it seemed as If love brewed quickly, definitely, and with fer vor not to be 'controlled by either side. Wherever Miss Daniels shone, shone there also the ruddy smilingi face of the champion. y It was announced that Miss Daniels would, shortly, become Mrs. Dempsey, and there were several midnight suppers about it, semi-farewells as it were, at which the friends of both wished the couple good luck. But soon Peggy Joyce seemed to have entered the race the same Peggy Joyce who has been somewhat In the public prints of late because of other affairs of the heart. Miss Daniels returned alone to her various places of favor. Her nose, delightfully retrousse, became more so at ' the very mention of the champion's name. She intimated all the things a practiced stage eye can intimate. She went her way, her luster undimmed, for mundane things may not dim the luster of a Miss Bebe. . - v Those same haunts now saw the Joyce and the Dempsey, arm In arm, heart In heart it seemed. And then those haunts did not see them together any more. Few knew that Miss Daniels' photo graph had gone to Los Angeles, to be Champion Defers to Wishes of Mother Who Fears Sweethearts Are Not Sufficiently Above The mother before whom have passed ihe niany pretty girls with whom Dempsey has fallen in love. It is to her he has left ihe task of choosing from among them his bride-to-be. It is Re lieved that the one she setects will be one of the four photo graphed on this page C5S m ' ' Mite. Lucilla La Joie, one of the most beautiful manikins of Paris, at whose feet, it is said, Dempsey laid his heart during his recent visit to France conditional, however, upon later approval by Mrs. Dempsey. , studied long and earnestly by the little mother, alone with her butlers and maids and gardeners. Somehow, It seems, Mrs. Dempsey wanted Jack to marry a girl who could do the washing, IMha worst should come to the worst, and mend his hose and even press his Sunday trousersi Just as she used to do. And, too, every wife, Mrs. Dempsey declares, should be able to make aNchocolate layer cake. That is, the kind of a cake her son likes best. And it is so difficult to get them at the baker shops really made with eggs. Mrs. Dempsey , declares the bakers use something be sides eges, she is sure. And Jack's wife, she has determined, must know how to make that kind of cake with eggs in it at least once a week, Saturday afternoons for Sunday, There is no record as to whether or not Miss Bebe Daniels could bake a chocolate layer cake; Saturday or any other after noon. No one in New York, who is so fortunate as to claim' acquaintance with the beautiful Miss Bebe, would admit having ever tasted any kind of a cake at all baked by Miss Daniels. She could, they said, fox trot, divinely and perform any other terpsichorean evolutions de manded by the stage director of the Fol lies, with neatness and dispatch. But It just happened that none were familiar with her chocolate layer cakes. And as to pressing Jack's trousers, "washing the d fishes and scrubbing the 'kitchen floor if the maid should quit At any rate, Mrs. Dempsey, even after a little call from Miss Bebe herself, who chanced, about that time, to have to go to California on very important business, did not kiss the sweet tears from the eyes r v ' Domestic "Bee" Palmer, a most dashing "Fol lies" girl, who has been looked upon romantically by Dempsey and who, it is said, was scrutinized most care fully by Mrs. Dempsep. Miss "Bee" went to Los Angeles hopefully and sentimentally. of the blushing Miss Bebe and- tell her all the little things about Jack that his future bride should know from his mother. , ' And as to the Peggy Joyce's adaptabil ity to the requirements 'of Mrs. Dempsey cake baking, floor cleaning, home laun dering, etc., . . . It is doubtful if Mrs. Dempsey even thought to ask about such things. . So the Joyce went to Europe and there remained behind May Devereaux. Now, May Devereaux is all that Miss Daniels is, in fame and dash and lavish ness doubled. Besides, she has certain skills that are close to the heart of the champion. It was at the Fifty-Fifty club she first attracted the attention of the pugilistic" monarch. Miss Devereaux belonged to the chorus of the Winter Garden. An other guest at the Fifty-Fifty club that evening, or rather, early morning, was Miss Jessie Reed of .the Follies. There is a perennial feud between the : young women of the Winter Garden and those of the Follies. They have much the same general characteristics, luxurious tastes and ability- to charm, but to themselves there is a difference. Miss Reed of the Follies glared at Miss Devereaux of the Winter Garden that evening morning. A Follies' '. girl is noted for the stoni ness of her glare when she wishes it to be stony, just as she is famed for its warmth when she wishes it to be warm. And Winter Garden girls do not wish to be glared at by Follies' girls.' Miss Devereaux excused herself to her escort, bowed to Dempsey, whom she . knew very slightly, and walked over to the table at which Miss Reed was en throned amid her sycophants. ' Miss Devereaux is noted for the softness of her speech, and her modulated Intona tions are Inspiring when she uses them to captivate her. audience. But she wasted no inflections upon Miss Reed. She said something that semed to be a hiss, and which paused Miss Reed to rise hastily. "Come on out here where there's room," said Miss Devereaux when Miss Reed was on her feet. Miss Reed is tall, wlllowly, but not at' all fragile. No Fol lies' girls are fragile. She draped her ermine wrap across her chair,, smiled to her friends and went out where there was room. t Whereupon Miss Devereaux hit her fair and square between the eyes with a com pact and well-doubled fist : a straight overhand blow. Miss Reed staggered but, recovering quickly, feinted with her right and then f VAX -4 1 it f 1 5'V ;v -if I v f jf- , - - jar I ( 1)1 . ; r Here is shown Dempsey at Longchamps, where the most beautiful girls of France surrounded him and registered joy like this when he deigned to notice them. swung home an uppercut with her left that sent Miss Devereaux reeling. By this time Dempsey was on the spot. He swung the excited actresses back Into a circle and took charge of the cere monies, ready to act as referee. But his services were not needed, for when he called "time" the two young women were boxing eacli other- so excitedly that neither would heed him. He was about to separate them, as a referee should, when. Miss Devereaux landed full upon Miss Reed's chin, and the FollIes', girl toppled down and took the count. When Miss May went home than eve ning morning it was Dempsey who escorted her to her car. And It was Dempsey in the stage box at the Winter Garden the next evening and the evenings after that until count was lost. Again a photograph and press clippings and a long description were sent to Mrs. Dempsey in Los Angeles. Meanwhile it was again announced that the champion was engaged. There was much corre spondence between mother and son. Per haps Miss Devereaux was asked her favorite recipe for cake. At any rate, the engagement languished.. But there is some indication that Miss Devereaux has really learned to make that sort of cake. She was not seen much in the champion's company during the weeks just previous to his departure for Europe; and immedi ately following the correspondence with his mother. But since his return it RELICS OF STONE AGE FOUND IN ALL PARTS OF BRITISH COLUMBIA Scientists of Note Are Trying to Build Up Complete Story of Evolution ofl Prehistoric Civilization. VICTORIA, B.- C, June' 17. The stone age, which, scientists say, came to an end in western Europe about 1700 B. C, was carried on for more than 3000years later and in its most characteristic form existed in British Co lumbia up until as late as a century ago in some districts, according to findings of archaeologists who have been exploritig some of the old community sites, mounds and aboriginal graves along the coasrt and the interior of the province. The stone age in British Columbia has for many years been the study of scien tists of note, who have been working the iield in an effort to build up the story of the' evolution of the prehistoric civiliza tion as exemplified in the tribes who worked out their existence between the N Rocky mountains and the Pacific. Valu able collections have been obtained. It was only recently, however, that British Columbia In an effective way turned its attention to the past. Under the direction of Pjeaier John Oliver, the Provincial museum has been partially . 'ebuilt and t"he collections put on exhi bition. The aboriginal occupants of the roun--ry belonged to the neolithic, or new stone age, scientists determined from the specimens obtained from old villages and burying places. Stone and bona tool seems well, Mrs. Dempsey just the other day sent her butler out to mail a long letter, which she had written the night before at her desk in her own room to Miss Devereaux, and Inclosed In it was one to Jack. That is all that is yet known. There were several young ladies abroad who thought for a time they were about to be chosen. One of these was the pretty little Mile. La Joie, the Paris man nequin whom Dempsey met at Long champs. Mile. La Joie is famed as one of the most beautiful of young Paris iennes. The members of the champion's party have brought back many Interest ing accounts of the difficulties encoun tered by. Mile. La Joie in attempting to learn Mr. Dempsey's version of the fox trot. She was so petite and he was so big. When they attempted the camel walk he frequently found himself holding her oft her ties. But she was very charming about it and he was most solicitous. He remained at Longchamps two days longer than he intended, and It was said he cabled to Los Angeles about It. But Mile. La Joie was left behind and there are none who are close to the champion who will say that he has writ ten to her since his return. Miss Dever eaux, however, declares emphatically that he has not. "I'm going to marry pretty soon now," Dempsey declares, "but when I do my mother will be satisfied - and that's that." were In common use when the first white -xplorers visited the north Pacific, al though iron and copper in small quantt 'ies were found almost everywhere. In some instances the native races had developed a degree of art. One of the feature exhibits In the museum Is a copy of a seated human figure holding a bowl. It was chipped from a solid block of stone and then polished. , There are two of these specimens very much alike. One was discovered near Departure bay, Na naimo, and the other in North Saanish, on Vancouver island. Perhaps the most characteristic of the stone age are the stone axes and ham mers discovered in many places. They are almost identical with the tools of th neolithic man found in Europe. The stone weapons include daggers and war clubs. There are many exam ples of stone dishes hewn from small bowlders. With what appear to have been rolling pins of a somewhat angular ciesign, the prehistoric woman of this coast seems to have been well supplied.. Familiar Signal Is Heard. Judge. The Liner's Skipper Stir yourself, yoo loafer! There's a heavy fog coming up and plenty of work to do. The Green Deckhand It's quittin' time. I juat now heard the whUtio blow.