FANTASY

A shield raised against the mayor of Châlons (sur Marne)

We have drawn the attention of our readers to the decision of the Council of State which, by approving the ban on boxing by the mayor of Châlons-sur-Marne, threatens to compromise the future of the pugilistic sport,
On this event, fraught with consequences, we wanted to have the opinion of some personalities closely or remotely involved in boxing. Here is a summary of their statements:

Mr. Jim Pratt, timekeeper. — What am I going to do, from now on, with my evenings? And with my seven stopwatches? Just think that I had 435 francs worth of that.
Mr. Anastasie, manager. — It's a trick to prevent Paolino from meeting Dempsey, but I won't let it happen.
Mr. Henry Bernstein, referee. — So I can never make a mistake again, or get scolded?
Mr. Corneau, manager. — Just when I was having such a great comeback.
Mr. Paul Rousseau, president of the F.F.B. — I wasn't aware, but even if I had been, I couldn't have given you an opinion before having read the judgment; after which I would have called the Council together, then...
Mlle Dudu, opera singer. — It's a shame. We won't be able to vibrate anymore, then?...
Mr. Frantz-Reichel. — I'm going to found the Federation of Anti-Mayors of Châlons-sur-Marne.
Mr. Doctor Sebencq. — It can be treated very well...
Mr. Albert Bourdariat.. — These things would never have happened with amateurs. For example, since I've been doing physical culture, I've gained three kilos. And as for muscles...
Battling Siki. — I don't care since I don't know where I've been...
Mr. Louis Boyer. — What am I going to do with Manitot? And who will I put up there?
Georges Carpentier. — — I'll have the caretaker of my garage answer you.
Mr. Journée. — What bad luck! There was only one man left who hadn't beaten me...
Mr. François Descamps. — I don't like it at all, but luckily I still have my other factories, including the one for the Camembert boxes.
Mr. Paul Olivier. — It's a dirty trick.
Eugène Criqui. — My opinion? It's simple and clear. Here it is: ask Eudeline.
Mr. Eudeline, manager. — You see, I'm pinched; and besides, I don't have time to worry about these details; I'm leaving for the countryside at noon.
Mr. Tristan Bernard... — Boxing had lost a lot of its interest since I hardly went there anymore.
Mr. Géo Lefèvre. — We're going to have a good laugh in the cottages. And too bad: we'll organize snail races. And it will be just as exciting.
Mr. Bretonnel père. — My son is furious; I don't know if I'll be able to contain his 14 and a half years.
Mr. Solal. — It wouldn't have happened at the Cirque de Paris.
Mr. Cuny. — Oh, me, you know, boxing...
Mr. Bouboule. — Talk about a bag!....
Mr. Lerda. — Reasonably, if it had logically and legally complied with the texts, the Council of State should have... (to be continued)...
Mr. Henry Decoin. — I'll make a short story or a novel out of it.
Mr. A. Dethès. — Boxing? I don't know what you want to talk to me about here.