"Fistiana"! Why is this word not used a whole lot more?
I am researching signed Jack Dempsey books because I think a dealer at Elkhorn today missed a significant feature of the book at right—which I bought purely because of its plainly handsome super-slab type and color scheme, for the princely sum of a fiver. It has an autograph that, to my untrained eyes, is a dead ringer for other Dempsey signatures of the era. He seemed pretty profligate with the pen and the best wishes—he owned a restaurant later in life—so this isn’t going to put Gem through doggie Yale, but it would be a mega-score in the annals of happy fistiana findings.