Tommy fought the battle of all true-hearted, courageous Welshmen, but lost the verdict because of Louis’ superior boxing ability. It was the kind of fight that American sportsmen had been accustomed to see when such stalwarts as Jem Driscoll, Freddy Welsh, Jimmy Wilde, and Owen Moran appeared in this country. As for Jacobs’ agreement with me, he forgot all about his promise after he had Farr signed. Not only did I not share in the profits, but I didn’t even collect what I had spent on trans-Atlantic telephone calls and cables, and on wires to and from the N.B.A. executives. * * * * * In many respects Mike Jacobs had a Jekyl and Hyde personality. He was cruel, inhuman at times to his help, particularly when things didn’t turn out the way he had hoped and planned; yet on other occasions, especially when he entertained at home, he couldn’t do enough to make his guests comfortable. I found him a complex character, to say the least. Though he lacked a formal education, he would come up with a knowledge of affairs that many a college professor might envy. A man of ideas, he knew publicity, fights, the stage, and people. If you decided Mike was too ardent in his pursuit of money, you learned of his many contributions to charity. If you made up your mind that he was just a tough Broadwayite, a graduate of the streets of New York, you discovered after a short stay at his magnificent Rumson Estate—one of the show places of New Jersey—that he loved the country, was proud of his farming, was wild about flowers, and had furnished his home with the very best that money could buy. Jacobs’ delight in horticultural pursuits and the furnishing of his home provided a striking index to his character. His sumptuous estate was located at Fair Haven, in the exclusive section of the Rumson colony of New Jersey. My brother Jack, who at the time was president of the National Auctioneers Association, had purchased the Shadow Lawn estate of Mr. Parsons, vice-president of the Woolworth Company. The contents of this luxurious home were put on public auction, and Mike and I visited the estate to make some purchases. To my surprise, he outbid the professionals in buying the cream of its contents, including a forty-foot-long Persian rug worth $30,000, some huge Grecian statues, and several oil paintings. Mike asked me to bid with him against the professionals, and when the bidding was concluded, he had obtained the beautiful rug for $7,800. “Know what I’m going to do with this?” he asked me. “I’m going to have enough cut off this rug to fit my living room, then I’m going to sell the rest. I’ll get back all I spent here.” This he did, to the horror of the aesthetes. And when the new deal was completed, Mike had all he needed of the rug in his living room cost-free, while selling the remainder of it for $12,500. The bathrooms of the Shadow Lawn estate had gold fixtures. Mike bought those to place in his home.