Evening Star Newspaper, September 22, 1935, Page 88

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And before the question of the cham- pionship is settled we shall see some of the best fights in a generation. These three new and brilliant stars have scattered the twilight of the gods that fell upon the ring when Tunney left it. Their rivalry has revived the long lost enthusiasm of the public, and it will draw hundreds of thousands to the ringside. The million dollar gate 1s again in sight. How good is Max Baer today? That is the big question. Can he do as well now as when he spilled Schmel- ing and knocked Carnera out from under the crown? My feeling is that he is better now than he was in either of those battles; for he has rallied from the depression that enguifed him after Braddock gave him that costly boxing lesson — and he has trained faithfully. But has he improved enough to beat the crafty Louis, who is fast, cool and clever, and hits like a rivet-gun? That question will not be answered until the two meet under the flood- lights, but meanwhile there are enough facts in sight to help us pick the winner. Max, the impulsive, big-heartec playboy, has worked harder in his efforts to come back than he ever worked before. He has done all he can to make up for his reckless past. From the time he gobbled peanuts and guzzled soda water on the way to his first ring battle, up to the night he tossed away the title, Baer has been his own worst enemy. Many a fight he has lost by failing to get into prime condition. He is honest enough to admit that it was all his own fault — and that is a pretty good beginning in the uphill struggle to regain his title. And for three months, finishing with six weeks of strenuous training, he has prepared for this battle, on which his future depends. This is the last call to the dining car for Maxey, and he knows it. For every reason — for his reputation, for the fortune he can win, for the satis- faction of his family, for his own self respect — he has done a job of condi- tioning that can be compared with Sullivan’s come-back when Bill Mul- doon put him in shape to beat Jake Kilrain. Max is only twenty-six years old, and, foolish as he has been, he has not dissipated his energies half so much as John L. had at the age of thirty-one. In training for this battle, the California boy has shown true courage by throwing off his careless, happy-go-lucky habits. He has not sported among the crowds on the boardwalk nor wasted his stamina and nerve force in nights of broad- casting over the radio when he should have been asleep. He has realized that there are limits even to his over- flowing vitality, and he has learned to take care of himself. Amid the deep woods of Speculator in the Adirondacks, where Tunney — the wisest fighter that ever trained —- prepared for his second triumph over Dempsey, Baer has lived the life of a hermit and worked like a beaver. No more bright lights, no more fooling, but strict attention to training. Like all temperamental fellows, Baer is greatly influenced by his sur- roundings. In his forest retreat he has gained energy every day, and mean- time he has been stimulated by the presence of his parents and his charm- ing bride. Papa Baer publicly threat- ened to wallop Maxey if he neglected his training and Papa Baer is a man of his word. The Old Man, who by the way is only middle-aged, is big and still husky enough to lug Max out to the woodshed, and the playboy has never lost his admiration and respect for his dad. As for Baer’s bad hands and sore knuckles, they're a joke. After a fancy parade of puffed knuckles and a THIS WEEK Tame the WiLLIAM INGLIS Author of “Champions Off Guard” Max Baer — “What’s promise to have them X-rayed by the best surgeons in the country, Baer took his hands to Johns Hopkins Hospital. The doctors X-rayed them, felt them, pulled them this way and that, probed them, and said: ‘“These hands are all right. All they need is exercise.” That was a jarring jolt, and Baer was man enough to take it with a grin. So he set to work with dumb- bells, wrist machine and an axe, and the hands grew stronger and tougher. The muscles and tendons, fortified by the new exercice, were able to support the knuckles, no matter how hard he hit. The promoters were not so sure. Baer invited the promoters to come and see for themselves. They went to Speculator. Max flew at the heavy bag with fighting gloves on his hands, and ripped into it for more than six minutes with jabs, jolts, hooks and swings. Then he hung a middleweight sparring partner on the bag and pounded it six minutes with every ounce of power he could throw into each punch. The moguls were satisfied. As far as hitting power and endur- ance go, Max is ready for the battle of his life. But how about his speed and skill?> All he has shown in his fights has been speed in short spurts, stamina and courage under fire, and a knack of puching his opponent back with his left hand, so that he could swing a long, looping right fist down on him — the old meat-axe stroke. His style has improved, but it is still doubtful whether he can feint a smart boxer into a position where he can hit him at will. Joe Louis is no sparring partner; he is a crafty warrior, hard to fool, though He will fall as quickly as any of them if Baer happens to land on him fairly. Joe is, as Gene Tunney truly says, the greatest twenty-one-year-old fighter that ever lived, and he has hypnotized the crowd by his victories thus far. Still, he is like a colt that has proved himself a fine stake-horse but has not been tested enough to be sure he is a champion. Carnera, with his enormous ad- vantage of height, reach and sixty- four pounds of weight, did not have enough skill to extend Lovis. Baer will give him a much harder fight. Yet, in avoiding Primo’s blows and knocking him out so quickly, Louis showed skill, poise and ability to hit from any angle with the speed of a cobra and the smash of a python. Two men beat Carnera— Jack Blackburn and Joe Louis. Their com- bined minds planned the strategy and tactics that Joe's fists carried out. Blackburn is a negro who fought Joe Gans and other masters a generation ago. In Louis he has an ambitious pupil with the lithe, springy muscles of a leopard, nerves under perfect control, wonderful coordination, and a mind hungry for boxing wisdom. Be- sides, Louis has quick, accurate sight, an inborn gift of balance and swift nerve reaction to impressions. Nothing can shake his calm confidence. These qualities are far more im- portant than his six feet of height, his long reach and his two-hundred- pound body that moves with the speed of a lightweight. Without them, no amount of training would make him a good boxer; but with them to begin on, Blackburn has built and put professional polish on a human fight- ing machine of great efficiency. With Jack’s advice between rounds, Joe varies his strategy so that he bewilders the enemy. Teamwork in the corner is a big part of success when boxer and second have confidence in each other. “Every move Louis makes is Black- burn all over again,”” says Jack Cooper, who was matched with Black- burn long ago and studied him with care. ‘“‘Louis is always driving in, crowding his man, ready at any moment to shoot a bullet punch into him that will drop him or jar him to his heels — a snap, not a mere push. The master mind of the teacher shows Louis a move, and he goes to work to improve it. Sometimes he betters it a little. The two work together like powder and ball, and the fellow they fight is out of luck. Blackburn knows all the angles and how to teach, and Louis is a willing student. They are a hard pair to beat.” No matter which way his antagonist moves, Louis manages to keep inside of his blows, often stopping them by shooting in a shorter and quicker punch. That is why Carnera landed only a few scattered blows on Louis, and none of them shook him. The giant’s punches flew like a flock of knives a juggler tosses in the air, but Louis measured and timed them all as accurately as a juggler, so that he escaped them. And when Primo tried his rough stuff with elbows and wrestling, Louis either skipped aside, or tied him up, or tossed him against the ropes. Many wonder whether the Detroit wrong with my hands?” Seprember 22, 193 Baerr Photograph by Acme bomber can stand up under punish- ment and fight on to victory. That question has been answered, at least in part. The only time Louis has been knocked down, he says, was in his first amateur fight. He was punched down seven times in the first two rounds, but always got up unruffled; and outpointed his man in the third round, though he lost the decision. Amateurs usually do not put the bullet-like snap into their blows that will knock a man cold; still, a novice who gets off the floor seven times ana then hits faster and harder certainly does not weaken under fire. Battles are won not so much by what a man does in training as by the way he lives between fights. The constant strain of keeping in prime condition, Gene Tunney told me, was one of his reasons for giving up the title. Theatre-going, fine dinners, etc:, were out of the question. Louis cares for none of these things. Only twenty-one years old, he is devoted to his family and has no taste for night life. An hour after he finished Carnera, he kept his promise to show himself in a Harlem café. Worshippers swarmed around him, and scores of extra policemen were keeping order in the happy, roaring mobs near by. Louis endured the revelry for a few minutes, yawned and said, “Excuse me, friends. I've got to get some sleep.” And he has lived modestly and quietly ever cince. No joy rides or whoopee. His mentor, John Rox- borough, a negro lawyer who has won wealth and political power in Detroit, counsels him about discreet behavior. If Louis keeps his head, he will be a great help in the movement to elevate his race. He already has won public respect, in the ring and out of it. But will it be Baer or Louis? Well, Louis has thus far shown the greater punishing power and ring generalship, but there is still some doubt as to whether he can take it. Baer has proved his ability to fight on under heavy pounding, but he is not as clever as the negro. Still if he should land one of his heavy punches, he’ll be as great a hero as John L. Sullivan?® Gene Tunney believes that Louis will be the next champion. Jack Dempsey says Braddock is the man to stop him. Max Baer says he will lick them both. One thing is certain —these three are the best fighters in sight since Gene Tunney hung up his gloves. aga Dow AYS S A ;apta i B 3 Ma toppe yed.” She nre rarl ask e [ 10V ast e wk alr on) sk