Lion Hunt

Jefferson Davis Dickson, 36, was left in Paris by the American Expeditionary Force, so he began promoting prizefights in a small way. He discovered Primo Camera, became a millionaire (in francs), is now impresario of the big Palais des Sports, the Tex Rickard of Paris. Last week he also had several truckloads of sand, a six-wheeled motor truck, a dozen unemployed Montmartre musicians, six chorus men, 100 lions. With these he staged a lion hunt. The black musicians brandished spears, whooped. The truck chug-chugged, blew up clouds of sand. The musicomedy lion-hunters fired many a blank cartridge. The lions yawned, played with the desert's papier-mache rocks, refused to play dead. But spectators applauded nonetheless. A lion hunt was different.

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