'When the war broke out in August, 1914, I was at work in the City Room of the 'New York Evening Post.' One morning, during the first week of activities, the copy boy handed me a telegram which was signed 'Luther, Boston,' and contained the rather cryptic message: -'How about this fight?'It was some moments before I could recall the time, more than two years before, when I had last seen the writer, Willard B. Luther, Boston lawyer, devotee of some, and critic of many kinds of sport.'