Goddess Diana, Lost Patron Saint of Pugilism

“Every boxer worth his salt at The Garden,
prays to her on the way in.”

Goddess Diana, Pugilism's Forgotten Patron Saint, Held Vigil Atop Madison Square Garden in Boxing's Golden Age
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Diana, the shapley, elegant and exotic 13-foot gilded weathervane, designed by famed American sculptor Augustus Saint-Gaudens, for 30 years adorned the spire overlooking the highest point in Manhattan atop Madison Square Garden. She was even higher than Lady Liberty standing vigil in New York harbor whose torch held aloft enlightened the world. 
On fight night, every boxer worth his salt was wise to pray to Diana on the way in.


In 1912, Diana graces the tower spire overlooking Madison Square Garden’s marble portico and all of Manhattan. She is higher than Lady Liberty standing vigil in the harbor whose torch held aloft enlightens the world.

There they stand before The Garden now — the hall of halls, the work of art, “the temple of boxing,” they call it. The place you fight when you’ve finally made it. It’s New York City, Monday afternoon, July 1, 1912.

In a few hours, Mike Gibbons, the fiercely scientific Irish-American — the St. Paul Phantom, they call him — will fight for the first time inside The Garden. A grudge match against Sid Burns, a bellicose Brit with a crackerjack left and perpetual sneer. To prevent brawling inside the hallowed hall, Irish fans and English fans are seated on different sides of the arena. It promises to be a rager.

Mike Gibbons vs. Sid Burns
Madison Square Garden, July 1, 1912

Mike, briskly marching toward The Garden’s entryway, snagged at the elbow by his pal, New York World sportswriter Robert Edgren, a towering fedora-crowned Dane.

“Before you go inside, Gibbons, look up,” Edgren says, pointing the way. “All the way up.”

Mike’s eyes, following the lines of The Garden’s majestic tower, architect Stanford White’s miracle, then higher still to the very top, above even the penthouse.

There, more than thirty-stories above the city, the girl on the pedestal. The bronze archer. Thirteen-feet tall, illuminated by ten searchlights, an Olympian figure high above the Garden’s marble portico. She is The Garden’s highest point — the city’s too. Poised gracefully, one bare foot slightly lifting. Breasts bare. Petite, arms lean, lithe. Her bow pulled taut, arrow raised. Tension and wonder and beauty. On her pedestal, she turns slowly in the wind.

“She’s gorgeous,” Mike says, eager to prepare for battle. “But, uh, not really my type.”

“First night at The Garden, Gibbons. It’s a big night for you,” Edgren says. “Just thought you should know: every man who’s ever fought inside this building says a prayer to this girl as they walk through the door. If you give a damn for tradition, Gibbons, they call her Diana.”


Diana as Personification of the Night
Anton Raphael Mengs, c. 1765

It’s Diana, the goddess of the hunt. At Madison Square Garden, in The Golden Age anyway, Diana is known as the patron saint of pugilism Every boxer who fights there, prays to her on the way in.

Like every fighter, Diana has a story — and it’s a story that resonates and deepens in surprising ways throughout the FIGHT FOR GLORY Universe. Diana’s story goes like this:

She is a goddess, the Roman figurehead of both hunting and moonlight. With bow and arrow, she is an immaculate shot and is praised for such. But she is also tasked with riding her chariot each night into the skies to light the moon. Because Diana’s nocturnal duty is so critical, she is made in her youth to swear she will never fall in love, marry, or procreate. If she were to do any of those things, then who would light the darkness?

Of course, she falls in love.

Impossible to resist the great and powerful Orion, one of the truly great warriors, a good man and a powerful one. Diana tries not to love him. She knows her duties and aims always to execute them perfectly. But everything in her body, her soul, her womb, they pull Diana to Orion. Until one night, wrapped in Orion’s embrace, Diana fails to light the moon.

Apollo, God of War

Diana’s brother, the fierce warrior Apollo, knows the darkness is because Diana has failed her vow and fallen in love.

What’s more, he knows, the world would soon vanish if Diana did not return to her duties and light the darkness. Her lover, Apollo schemes, must be eliminated, removing all temptation from his sister’s divine path.

One afternoon, Apollo challenges his sister to an archery duel. For hours, they shoot perfectly at objects further and further away. Finally, Apollo lays down an ultimate challenge — hitting a tiny, quickly moving target in the water at least a mile away. This target, Apollo knows, is Diana’s lover, Orion, enjoying his ritual sunset swim.

Unawares, Diana sets, pulls, releases. More than a mile away, the arrow lands perfectly – and devastatingly – through the heart of Orion. He is killed instantly.

Constellation Orion is visible to everyone in both Northern and Southern Hemispheres
Constellation Orion is visible to everyone
in both Northern and Southern Hemispheres

When Orion’s body washes to share that night, Diana realizes the tragedy of what’s occurred. Wracked with grief, she lifts his body into her chariot and drives deep into the darkening sky, screaming toward the place where night is most black. It is there that Diana lays her beloved Orion to rest, his body, belt, and sword transformed to starlight.

No longer will she have to endure a night without his light. And now, her light is ours.

Impresario tex Rickard:
Diana's Savior

Tex Rickard, Boxing Impresario
Madison Square Garden

Spring 1920, and it’s the kind of year where Madison Square Garden, boxings big city cathedral, is scheduled for demolition. Its owners, a life insurance company, figures a high-rise office building is a smarter long-term bet than Ringling’s circus and gloved-sports.

Boxing’s King of Promoters Tex Rickard, with a pair of recent blockbuster fights under his belt, won’t stand for it. Ruling The Garden’s been his dream for twenty years now. And not only a little bit because of the Goddess Diana. He will not see her fall, and makes The Garden’s owners an offer they cannot refuse — a 10-year lease at a jaw-dropping $300,000 a year.

In this way, Rickard keeps them both from the wrecking ball: the sport of boxing’s sanctuary and the girl — the goddess, the huntress, Orion’s paramour, Diana, saved from slipping into the limbo of lost things.

Tex Rickard had changed a lot of things in the world, but the Goddess Diana would be the only thing he could ever save.

The Goddess Quits the Sky
and is brought to earth

Diana is lowered from The Garden’s
majestic tower – June, 1925

Summer 1925, and impresario Tex Rickard can no longer hold onto The Garden. The owners are dead-set this time: tear it down and start again.

June 8, just three days after the shocking powerhouse showdown between Tommy Gibbons and Gene Tunney, the Goddess will fall. The wrecking ball, barely restrained.

On this fateful afternoon, reports the New York Herald-Tribune, Diana, she who had held poised vigil above New Yorks city traffic for more than thirty years,” would “bow to mere man and the force of dynamos at work, and quit the sky to come to earth again.”

At 2:30 pm, sharp, “acetylene torches on the skeletonized tip of Madison Square Garden’s tower flared against the sky, and then went out,” observes the Herald-Tribune.

“Workmen shouted and waved their arms. The goddess would not dart in a swooping downward flight, nor mount a cloud toward Olympus, but at the command of electric wrenches and unpoetical men she would come to earth, swaddled in burlap robes and obeying the laws of fulcrums, levers, and machinery.”

As the bronze goddess descended slowly, caught about the torso with ropes which rose to a tripod derrick on the Garden’s tower platform, she was agile and comely, eulogizes the Herald-Tribune. “The arms, whose hands grasped her trademark bow, were lithe. Her head revealed exquisite features, a mouth full-lipped and graceful, a contemplative brow and calm eyes, her hair caught off her ears in a tiny Psyche knot strangely reminiscent of the present ‘boyish bob.’

The Goddess is brought to earth

Then Diana turned once more in the summer breeze. With consummate grace, she moved. Her arrow pointed north, then northwest, then west. Her progress ground-ward was attended by a throng of mortal witnesses. There were many men who had never seen a goddess come to earth before.”

Photographers dodge about like crickets on the tarred roof of the Garden, while VIP guests loiter on the decayed wooden running track that circles it. Tex Rickard is, of course, one of them. They call this Garden “the house that Tex built, and the home of Tex’s Rangers or rather, the hockey team he founded, the New York Rangers.” Soon, it will all be gone.

“With her light and delicate outline silhouetted against the sky, Diana swung slowly earthward from the top of the tower. Not even the slings and ropes of wreckers could detract from her beauty,” writes the New York Times. “‘I had no idea how lovely she was,” architect Cass Gilbert tells the newspaper. “There is something almost wistful about her eyes!”

Indeed, Diana, in thirty years, had lived to see the tide of her times ebb away beneath her feet, and, finally, she is brought to repose on a pile of pine planking.

“With her, passed the soul of the old Garden,” the Herald-Tribune mourns. “What passes here today is not a building, not a statue, but a state of mind. There will be no more Garden forever.”


Tex Rickard cannot prevent The Garden’s going, but he refuses to see his “golden girl” forever lost, or ever forgotten.

The goddess Diana, she’s been with Rickard since what seems like forever, and everywhere he’s been too. Diana, since Rickard’s old man had told him stories of the stars, then died too young. Diana, since the cattle drives, the lonesome nights under empty skies, since the shoot-out, the death, the cadaver, the snarling wolves, and the lucky rifle. Diana, since the law, the love, the loss. Diana, here, there, and the furthest place from everywhere. Diana, since New Orleans and the Carnival of Champions, since the birth, the renaissance, the rot, and the redemption. Diana, in the snow, the ice, around the world, across the Bridge of Sighs, and all the way home. Diana, eternal. Diana, fading. Now, she is going.

Tex Rickard observes from afar, gazes up high, toward The Garden’s ceiling. Wistful. What remains is only where she was. He leans quietly upon his cane. For a long while, it looks as though he might weep or grin. He does neither.

A pioneer destroys things, Rickard thinks, and calls it civilization. Something the revered Montana cowboy artist Charles M. Russell used to say.

Diana, 1892 – Augustus Saint-Gaudens
Sculptor (American, born Ireland), 1848–1907
Great Stair Hall, Philadelphia Museum of Art

In the end, when New York City turns a blind eye to her, Rickard makes arrangements to gift Diana to the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Today, after for more than eighty years, she stands watch over the museum’s Great Stair Hall. 

Diana is arguably the best-known work of Augustus Saint-Gaudens, the most celebrated sculptor of America’s Gilded Age. The beloved figure underwent a remarkable transformation in 2013–2014 when conservators repaired and preserved its copper structure and restored its original gold leaf finish. She remains a beauty to behold.

In the ring, it is known that a prayer’s answer is often the only difference to a win. Any boxer today worth his or her salt, would be wise to say a prayer to their patron saint as they step through the ropes. Besides, it certainly couldn’t hurt.

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