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» * On Second Thought Rambling Along On Boxing Beat By BARNEY NAGLER NEW YORK, N. Y„ May 4.— Boxing is not dead, only indisposed, dept.: Norman Rothschild, the boy promoter from Syracuse, has a headache on his hands, which is a physiological twist, at that. Rothschild, who is putting on Tony DeMarcos welter-weight championship defense against Carmen Basilio in Syracuses War Memorial Auditorium, on a licensing arrangement with the International Boxing Club, hasnt a ticket to his name. Tickets for the match, June 1, were to go on sale at 9 a. m. Tuesday, but by 8:20 the press of customers was so great, the box-office hirelings had to open for business. By 5 p. m. all 9,000 tickets were gone. Now Rothschild is won-wering where his next ducat is coming from. "If a long-lost cousin turned up and wanted to see the fight, Id have to lose him again," Rothschild moaned. Of course, this isnt true,, not exactly. The L.-L. C. could travel outside the Rochester- Syracuse-Utica triangle, which is blacked out,, to see the fight on television. It wouldnt be the same, but its something: at that. And it goes to show boxing: isnt dead, only indisposed. Justice for Archie Moore dept.: In the 38th year of his age, Archie Moore, the light-heavyweight champion, is likely to find himself richer than ever before. Hes going to have money to burn, which is a rash form of incendiarism indeed. Its [also possible that Archie the Moore will be able to say, when its all over, that money isnt everything. Moore, it is to be remembered, is the old man who qualified for a light-heavyweight title defense against, middleweight champion Bob Olson by hand-whipping the primary heavyweight contender, Nino Valdes," in Las Vegas Monday night. Of such inconsistencies is a big-money gate made; The IBCs wheels have been turning: since then in pursuit of Moores signature on a contract for aforesaid match, pencilled in for the Yankee Stadium, Wednesday, June 22. Further inconsistency demands that Moore, who has frequently complained that he hasnt been enriched through almost two decades as a fist-fighter, should balk at the bout. He is doing just that.* Reans for Moores reluctance to latch onto a large, coarse sum of swag is not apparent, and the feeling here is that before long the old man will come around even, though his preference is a shot at Rocky Marcianos craggy jaw. If he does, Moore will get only money for his end. It is estimated that a meeting of the old man and Bob would draw a net of 00,000, plus a 00,000 TV fee. At 30 per cent, Moores purse will come to about a thousand more than 100 grand. Even after the old mans various agents cut into the financial artery, therell be enough blood left for Moore. It is being said, and widely written, that Moore is being -forced into a jackpot because, by rights, he should be signing to meet Marciano and not Olson. However, injustice lathered by 20,000 or a large slice of same is not the un-kindest cut of all. If Moore whips Olson, and the notion here is that he can accomplish this purpose, hell be in the enviable position of being rich and the peoples choice at the same time. Not even Al Weill, Marcianos guide and preceptor, will be able to cover Moores light under a self -protective bushel barrel. Conversely, the old man can sit in his rockin* chair, chain by his side, and wait for the shot at Marciano. In this event, he would find that Weills preference for a September challenger for Marciano would be one Bob Baker, the Pittsburgh mechanic. Moore would have neither money nor Weill on his side. So, if justice for Archie Moore is indicated here, it can be accomplished by the old man himself. Fight Olson and let the lush loot fall where it may. Thats the specific for the old mans real or alleged heart; trouble. Moneys an awfully J efficient *- physician.
