The evening world. Newspaper, July 5, 1919, Page 9

mS \ ant aaaie DEMPSEY KNOCKED- OUT WILLARD IN FIRST ROUND, DECLARES ROBERT EDGREN But for Amazing Blunders of Ama- ° teur Officials, Second Session ' Would Not Have Been Started. (Continued from First Page,) fqn balloon nung over the stands at the end of a steel cable. Cars rolled down the single road-of approach and masses of spectators walked in straggling column, The big park around the arena was covered with| reshment stands. English Derby. Inside the arena the great crowd was in its shirt sleeves, broiling under @ sun that glared down from a sky of polished glass. The heat was terrific. Mardly a bit of air was stirring in the great bowl, Thousands stayed under the stands until the big event was about to go on. The preliminaries were my Uatdly looked at in the tense excitement of waiting for the main event. At 3.30 P, M., when the fighters were to have been in thetr corners, Mijor Biddie appeared with his marines, with guns and bayonets, and gave ah exhibition of bayonet and knife fighting that was tolerated by the waiting | crowd, impatient for the appearance of the men they had come to see, The Major took part in various exhibitions himself, explaining hoarsely that he had invented some marvellous fighting stunts and then demonstrating. He was always last on his feet, while the marines were strewn around the! ring and the moving picture camergs clicked merrily. DEMPSEY FARST IN RIN The crowd grew restless while the Major posed. At last (hat was over, and just four minutes before 4 o'clock Dempsey stepped into the ring, ac- cémpanied by his training staff, who were to second him, Dempsey wa: pale under his deep coat of tan, His face looked drawn, and he wae evi- deptly under an intense nerve strain. But he took his corner immediately and sat down, while Bill Tate raised a big green umbrella to protect him from the sun, Within a few seconds Willard came into the opposite corner and stood leaning against the ropes. Like Dempsey, Willard was pale. Close to him, I , $@w that the “goose flesh” showed on his legs, and when he stood still there wae a slight twitching of the muscles of his thighs. I could see the throb ofthis heart under the tight drawn skin that covered his ribs. He stood in-the corner, looking around over the crowd, and in 2 moment the signs of nervousness disappeared. A sun shade was raised over him, too, and he etood there at ease, leaning against the ropes and looking around the ring- side, to nod and smile at his friends. Willard was'a picture of a trained athlete. On the outside, at least, he was a perfect specimen of a man, In the huge arena all was So still that you could have heard a pin drop. ‘There wasn't even the click of a telegraph instrument or ¢ typewriter, as all strained to see the two men who were about to meet for the championship | of the world, After a moment, Willard walked lightly across the ring and offered his hand to Dempsey, who was still sitting in his corner. Willard was smiling—he always smiles. A smile in his natural expression. Dempsey looked up grimly and shook hands without a word. Willard went back. ‘Thon they came out again and stood side by side while the cameras were snapped and the moving picture machines clicked. Willard towered over Dempsey, but Dempsey diin’t even look up at ‘him as they shook hands again. DEMPSEY LOOKED THE FIGHTER. Facing Willard squarely, he kept his head lowered and his eyes staring sifaight at the middle of Willard’s body, as if he was concentrating every ti{Bught on striking at that spot the moment the fight began There was a striking contrast between the men. Willard huge, fair skinned, slightly browned by the sun, smoothly muscled, might have been same ancient Greek Apollo come to life. He was still smiling his friendly sthile. Confidence, smooth, smiling confidence, radiated from him, He sebmoed pleased that he was about to give an exhibition of his skill. But Dempsey was entirely different. He was the fighter, from the arely set feeet of him to the lowered head and scowling brow. He was berned black by the sun, like some fighting aborigine from some strange s@vage land under the Equator, He was indescribably grim, unsmiliag. He stood squarely facing Willard, legs slightly spread, broad shoulders nénched, arms drawn up as if he was already preparing to launch the blows t were to beat Willard down, eyes staring straight aheead. Willard hgd smiled around at the crowd, Dempsey saw ouly one man, and that was the man he must beat, It seemed to me that he didn’t even listen to the irfstructions of Refree Pecord, and that he went to his corner reluctantly to it the ringing of the bell that was to begin the fight, At last thoy stood therein opposite corners, Dempsey was still ony an aa It looked for all the world like the infield at the} ODDODOIDDODODS) ct dal a LEAGUE, Clee. New York. sa Cinetamati ...41 28 Pittsburgh ...34 30 Ontenge .....88 31 GAMES YESTERDAY. NING, GAMES. Wow York, 9; Philadsiphia, |. 7; Berton, Inelanatl, AFTERNOON GAMES, Mew York, 6; Phitadeipnia, 3, Boston, 6; Brookiya, 2, Chieag®, 4; Pittsburen, GAMES TO-DAY, Phitagetpnta, How York at Berton at Breckiyn (twe games). Chicago at Pittsburgh. Ot. Leute at Clnojnsati, straight at Willard, head lowered. And then came comedy. | by the bell. A $500 stop watch was but being ap amateur timekeeper | the bell would ring. the gong” failed to come, There w Pecord, hearing nothing, waved leaning forward and balanced to st old timers all around his side of the The fighters leaped from their instant they were together. Willard jabbed Dempsey twice. and Dempsey hardly noticed them. ewiftly. Willard stepped forward, and Demps side, just over the heart. an inch, without hitting Dempsey effectively. | | stomach before the big fellow could blow brought Willard up standing, same blow that stunned Fulton and out. It didn’t put Willard down, but and there, The effect of it was as { mer, His eyebrow was gashed, and side of his face puffed out of shape. Then Dempsey cut loose with th as fast as he could with both hands, Startled, reeling backward, weaving from si Ketehel ever weaved. chin, Willard fell with @ thud, -Hi of the world’s championship. not not excited. eager, Chicago, 7; Pitteburgh, 8, Cleetnnati, 4; a Leute, 2. ‘up, smiling again, and starting easily. | back, and leaping in drove a solid right squarely into the turned deftly to avoid Willard’s punches and draw close, toes square to the front, balanced on both feet and leaning in, he hit} amazed, 50,000 spectators gasped at the sight of beaten ‘back along the ropes, beaten across the ring, reeling, bulk and strength to stand up before that cyclonic, was beaten down like any one of the twenty men Dempse out in a single round, The champion was being beaten down Shifting lightly eplendid youthful strength into a crashing right Dempuey stood back not dancing, Pecord counted seven apd Willard pushed! longer towering. bie great Oulk up from the floor and| crowshieag, reeling beck wit ci aces ERS IN A C INCH: DEMPSEY LANDING ON STOW AC, Pictures at the Ringside by Evening World Photographer. Copyright, 1919, by’ The Press Publishing Co. The Evening World). SeGEOTETHRSIEATOITBAIAOAdAdsaAEdEseue DEEDOGTHHECCOVGD @DDOHODHHOOA: GAMES TO-DAY, Washington at New York (two gnmen), Detroit at Chicago, Cleveland at St. Lente, Phitndetphia at Boston ‘Willard was staring at Dempsey, eyes drawn to narrow elites. The smile was gone. Warren Barbour, timekeeper, had been sitting on the board before him. He was ready, t had never occurred to him to see if Pecord nodded. Barbour reached out a fine hand jand pulled the bell cord, at the same time starting his watch, while the two other official timekeepers started theirs with him. CLANGING GONG ONLY A TINKLE. The bell gave out a feint little tinkling sound. there in their corners, waiting, didn’t hear it. Referee Pecord didn’t hear jit. Barbour pulled the cord again, and again the old traditional “clang of! The fighters, poised as another little tinkle. his hands impatiently. The fighters, art swiftly from their corners, shifted their feet and looked around. Barbour tried to work the gong. Experienced /roar around the ring, that was lost “ ; ring were shouting: “Get a hammer,’ But nobody had a hammer concealed about his person, Again the gong tinkled, and this time the fighters heard It and started |lard's corner. | toward each other, but Pecord rushed between and waved them back. He knew well enough the gong didn't make enough of a sound to be heard at |pion, and Willard, smashed, the end of the round. Pulling a whistle, Barbour tapped the tinkling gong, |4tirred to conectousness and sat up. | blew the whistle and started his stop watch all at the same time. corners and the fight was on, In an} The champion was standing straight He didn't put much behind the jabs, Dempsey was crouching and moving As Willard advanced, Jack turned and stepped swiftly away tO) gnq tii) draw Willard on, turning like a flash to meet him. Willard stopped. Again|and Dempsey, ey turned half away, only to whirl and slip clése under Willard’s left arm, and drive a terrific right hook to Willard’s Instantly Dempsey ste ribs a round red mark showed where Dempscy’s crushing blow was landed, Annoyed, perhaps, becduse his careful guard had failed, the ble | pa champién stepped forward a pace and missing a jab, followed with a short right that landed lightly and didn’t move Dempsey's loweted head back ped away, Over Willard’s| BLOW THAT SETTLED OUTCOME. Twice more Jess Jabbed and tried a short right as they closed, but Dempsey swiftly turned away, flashed pit of Willard’s make a move to defendWhimeelf. The | and in an instant, while their bodies were almost touching, Dempsey whipped that curving left overhand blow over Willard’s lowered arms and caught him on the right eye. It was the made him easy for a first round knock- | it settled the outcome of the fight then | f Willard had been struck with a ham i in an instant the ey« and the whole e full fury of his attack bim He no longer | on. Standihg| The gloves crashed on body and jaw Willard trying with furious rush, Willard| has knocked He wax de to side as no Fitzsimmons and no Dempsey at last threw all of his Caught squarely on the} s right eye was closed, His left wae! popped wide open in stunned realization that at last he had been knocked | sidestepped and ti down, that a referee was counting over him, that he was being kuocked out was on his feet, But he was no Ho was bent oger, Dempaty | corner, Willard stood up And walked | fight better OA! ie YOO GOL DEMPSEY GETTING 1N STOMACH BOBHOODOODODGDODGOOOO HOOD HOGDOODHDGOVOS®. FOGVHO DOS Was aftor him, driving blow after blow, taking no blows in return, grim fury in his set face and scowling brows, the power of a kicking mule in | hin flying fists. Willard was tossed back by blow | after blow. Nothing human could have stood against the storm. He} was gume cnough, but what good was | gameness whon every blow threw his head back until his neck nearly snapped, and his huge bulk shook like | an oak with the woodman's axe at Its roots, WILLARD OOKS. SL —_—_—>— Many Good Cards Hung Up by) Golfers by Way of Celebrating | National Birthday, | 18 KNOCKED DOWN) AGAIN. Willard went down again, 4nd again, and each time he touct.cd the) The holiday was well celebrated by the golfers throughout the Hast. Many tourneys were béld and many floor he rose more slowly end) ooo). heavily, The firet knockdown was | oxcelle nt cards turned in despite ed in Dempsey's corner. If the encts| heat. where Willard fell were it that ring canvas ther'd be little 5 At the end of the round he was down in another corner, and the coun. bad ‘Two favorites, Gardiner White and |John N, Stearns jr, both of Nassau, ny ; — came through in the semi-final | reached seven a, in when timekeep- | er Barbour blew the Whigle wnd| ound of the Shackamaxon nepaeeth tinkled the gong desperately and| Club invitation tournament and wi every one near Barbour shouted to| meet in the final round at eighteen Pecord the time was up. | holes to-day, | Pecord waved Dempsey to his cor-| The only close matoh of tho day |ner and Opp: counting, Moen| was that between Stearns and D. & ped into the ring from every slde.| Donahue, one of the best of the Seconds reached Willard and d*agged | Shackamaxonites, Going to the home |him, half conscious, to his*chair, to| hole, the pair were square, and when work on him: frantically, 4 fol- | the former Princeton man won there lowed Dempney and laid a hand on| the contest was over, In the morning Stearns won from J. Kane of Mahopac, by the com-| | fortable margin of 8 and 2, while Don- | /ahue eliminated Mark Townsend, @ clubmate, 6 and 4, Baird, him, and Jack Kearns, wildly ex-| cited, exclaimed to Dempsey that it | J. was ali over, Dempsey looked around and stepped from the Ting to run to his dressing. room, The whole crowd war on it feet. Men were in the ring. Willard’s| jseconds were trying to revive him. | Pecord was trying to clear the piat- ferm, Barbour, eyes on his §500| watch, tinkled the bell and nobody | Willi heard it. He blew the whistle, In the | heme club. White disposed of another Shackamaxzon 7 in the early hours, moi-fnal won from Meigs of Merion, 4 and 2. Melj » in the second round elimMated Cc. ® youthful player from the 3%. —— in without defense, hitting landing now and then, but almost always being driven back by Dempsey's faster travelling fisty, he was hurled on the ropes, to hang there While Pecord be ount again, for Willard’s arms were down and hte givver on tho floor, It seemed impoa- able for him to recover thie time, but by did, and at the end of the second round Willard was fighting etill, He caught Dempsey with a hard left on the Jaw, and Dempsey's knees bent, He ‘caught Dempsey with rights straight rights and uppercuta. Demp- sey was weary of putting that hugo bulk down, There was one minute's fest after this round. Barbour blew tho whistle and Willard came out, a pitt. able sight, to meet the worst that Dempsey could do to him, I'll say that whatever else Willard may bes he is game, Jack Dempsey has Indian blood in his veins, quartered with the Scotch and Irish, but I think that be pitied Willard and tried to end the fight without hurting him any more, He started this time with the deélibera- tion, there was only cold calculation in the blows he struck, Perhaps itke Fitsdimmons he thought a knockout the most merciful thing. Again and again he landed clean punches on Willard’s chin and Willard, who had rallied, slowly lost his speed and could Only paw out blindly. Dempsey had him in a corner, ahd with the | utmost deliberation measured him for “| the knockout blow. When he landed Willard held feet, He lunged forward and struck out with all the strength he had, still trying to put | over on d blow Dempsey hammered him back and followed close. Willard was a fear- }ful sight, It was then, T think, that | w was broken, Reeling around | sunk finally under a of blows, to sit on the floor oking up at the grim destrover wh s down at » joy In Dempsey fight victorious ruld 1 |too, Pecord, running around, was jshoving every one out of his way. Confusion everywhere except in Wil- There faithful Jack Hempel and Walter Monahan were | working hard to revive the cham walking wildly, bloody, Smelling salts was shoved under his | nose, Some one flagged Dempsey, who rushed ack Into the ring. Barbour was tinkling the bell and blowing the whistle and waving to Pecord, NOT A “BOOB,” BUT A WHIPPED CHAMPION. The second round was beginning, Willard sat in his corner, Just back in the ring, stood irresofutely, hardly know! what to do, and #0, when more than two minutes had 8 the fallen champion was dragged to his unsteadily across the ring, hands in omition ready to fight again. A man beside me, an official, shouting, “the boob, the big boob.” But Willard wasn't @ boob, He was @ whipped champion, who hadn't been counted out, and who was ready to fight ‘us He went to Dempsey, and Di y met him with furious blows, trying desperately to put him down, To the amusement Willard refused to fall driven back and his di became more distorted was “under Punishment, but he was going in one open glared with ¢ He crouched and. hit strength that was in him » Dempsey man shrieked “They'll They'll get him licked Willard's uppercuts drove Dempsey’s head bivek again and again as they came together, Willard Jabbed and hit is best he could, but the strength had gone out of -him with the terrific bat- tering of the firat round NOTA WNPE RST | Lert IN Wik. There w A ly i. Fine nals inh big arm and solid fist, no matter how ne landed, . T have said that Dempsey was trained, There'n no doubt speration. with all tho Otto Floto, my right nok Neked bull more expres- id ended. helped to corner, His seconds w around it it |uim with smelling salts and all the Under the mauling and trata of | MM and “ine crowa srouna ying to put Willard down to atay|the ring waa ‘shouting to Pecord. to t oven seemed poasidia Willard had come u * he might recover, But he was in fear. | turned and tossed the water soaked, ful shape, his right eye closed, the| dood stained towel of defeat into the whole side of his face puffed out }middle of the ring, The fight was His mouth opened as he gasped for|over and Jack Dempsey was cham- breath, Demp#ey steadied him agnin, | pion of th only to] This. tir blows that | ring, wh r where they |tore down the ea ate now. joverturned the whip being torn |them. Willard, knew his only chance | walked heavily across the ring tof where Dempeey stood, reached out and took the new chatmpion's hand. sion Ag his | over of wey stayed in the d rush of admirers press benches and writers who sat at recling to his feet, | fash back ook Willi fanded, W Ne felt the from him. He to land one blow that might put Dempsey down, and he tried, ‘With all the heart that was lo hum, He tried to smile ‘Polo Grounds Crowd DOE ODO BSGHVOSE Goes Wild at News Ot Result ot Fight Duffy Lewis Helps to Increase | { Excitement When He Bangs | ff Out Hit That Gives Yanks Two Victories Over Senators By Bozeman Bulger. FTER a day’ of wild, overheated endeavor the Yanks clamped their hold on the top rung & little tiehter and wound up oelebrat- ing the Glorious Fourth as becomes! their station. To wit: In the last half of the ninth inning of the afternoon game, with two out and runners on first and second, Duffy Lowis came up cwinging what looked like @ hopeless club. He turned to see the crowd filing out of the stands, Just at the moment Duffy and the crowd were both halted by an excited man waving @ |megaphone, He wanted to announce & bulletin from Toledo, “Jack Dempsey knooks out Jess, Willard in the third round!” he cried, and he never got any further, The crowd promptly stood on ite head and smashed its straw hat 'n’ everything. ‘The wild scene was still in progress when the umpire waved away the man with the megaphone and Duffy Lewis looked Pitcher Harper in the eye, Amid the uproar Duffy swung from his shoe strings and flattened & curve againat the left field tence for two or thfee basea—it maken fo difference, and nobody stopped to inquire, Both runners scored cid defeat had been turned into victory. Somewhat of a Fourth of July fin- tah, eht The crowd in & ofossfire of joy over the fight news and the sudden end of the ball game, swarmed all over the field trying to take the megaphone man and Duffy Lewis vn their shoulders, Luckily both escaped, but the crowd continued to surge over the field yelling and applauding everything they saw. The finish of a Yale-Harvard foot- ball game never had anything va that. ‘The only thing missing was the snake dance, and that is because the fans didn't know how. ‘That ninth inning fin'sh was not the only celebration of note, though, In the morning affair the Yanks regaled themselves and the crowd with a homo run riot, belting four circuit clouts into the stands in almost as many minutes. In fact, they established @ new baseball record, #0 far as out venerated statisticians know, by hit+ tng three home runs in one inning, two of them before a runner had been retired In the venth, with the crowd a lit+ tle uncertain about the way things were going, Peckinpaugh came up and med & homer inw the left fleld hers, Tala was rather exhilira- ting to the holiday assemblage, but Home Run Baker came mght behind him and hit one into the right feld stand, Not to be outdane, Ping Bodie | stepped up a fow minutes later. and with a runner on base promptly de- posited another long @wat into the left tleld crowd, the ball hitting ex did, otly where Peckinpal That was a rovord for bascball, but to show that he in hud not been wearing a horseshoe and knew what he was doing, Homo Run Baker planted another one in the up+ por section of the right field stand, the noxt inning, These two victories meant much for Yanks, They were fighting away morning with the knowledge that Gloveland Chicago were both cleaning ug thelr Western adversas res, hy he ous the Sonators the Yanks start on @ of the diroult and will ounce of surplus ma, " thes Not only must they ta eran and the Wile Bux, vit Lie. Tigers bh ave wddenly 7 ae aneitne are mopning Up everrt in Recently these Detroi tallows ‘have Won some eight or en oy s row. And if anybody thinks that St Louls t# easy pickings he should con- sult one Miller Laat rey Our eee came away from eadder but wiser ball tomers six weeks ago. Those Browns almost mfade Col, Hus- ton distard his old iton boiler. While the Yanks have but a day er ‘two among the home folks, they are gerta\nly making arrangements to keep theinselves busy. To-day they entertain the Senators with another double-header and after them again on Sunday and Monday. It is td read yd Lawn Laci ir. | Huggins she is in shape through with it. It cannot be denied that he has made a good start, The popular tad of estabi! records seem A ant iy & ‘separ: $32 re one for a By defeating the. Senators morning game he added to his ous winning streak and won his teat straight game. Robert was all after the blistering affair in of the morn- ing, but, buoyed up with runs, he managed to toes. up to finish. Our hitting champion, Mr. Peckin- continued Cn his oT twenty-five conseoutive ge | passing Ty Cobb pe batting peroen- |tage has increased instead of & backslide as some of bis adm had feared, The smartest trick of the Fourth was executed by Miller Huggins when he put Fewster in to bat for Quinn in the ninth inning of the second game. That one move saved the day. Quinn |p @ good hitter, but he is slow of foot “compared with Fewster. The | Youngster dropped a slow roller int the infleld and beat it to first by hair, No ordinary runner could ha made It He got to Second when Peckinpaugh reached firat safely, and both scored on Lewis's haym: the fence. Ineidentally, that is a ilustration of the difference makes tO @ ball club, ny a man be a good steal One step won that ball = I TIONAL, INSTRUCTIO! TOMOBILE SCHOOL need! ir to