Shelby: The stories of the town
World Championship Fight

From One Sweet Quarrel
by Deirdre McNamer pages 244-247
    The trains shrieking away, the first engine and caboose carrying Mr. Doc Kearns and Mr. Jack Dempsey and their quarter of a million plus....
   And Tommy Gibbons in the little green roofed house. His eyes are closed. He, too, lies splayed. His wife-his young first wife-presses cool compresses to the yelping bones of his face. A Blackfeet war costume, his honorary membership, is draped over the foot of the bed.
    He listens to the faint squish of the compresses and his son's beathing in the next room.
     The moon flings its white light down upon it all. The town. The huge molten arena on its edge. The railroad tracks like fallen ladders across the grass.

Photo of Shelby Arena, notice the yardstick at the bottom of the photograph. Right is the description on the back of the photo in
Tommy Gibbons own handwriting.
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