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Aiaetican champion depositad the shat?
tered but still beautiful idol of France
M his own corner.
In the first round it seemed that Car?
pentier would be dropped at any mo?
ment. Dempsey tore at him savagely
in a eerie? of clinches, ripping blows
to the body. Carpentier'? nose was
rasped by a glancing punch, and bled.
A ?lancing nght opened a cut under
Ms left eye.. The fine profile became
* red smear. Close watchers did not
believe that it would go for another full
round. A sudden shot from the Demp?
sey right or left would end it any sec?
ond. Then came the lightning flash
by Carpentier. He flew at Dempsey and
landed a right and a left on the cham?
pion's jaw. Dempsey tottered and there
was just a bit of a sag about his knees,
Carpentier made another rush, but
Dempsey recovered in an instant and
roe? Carpentier with some right and
l?ft Jolts to the body. The slender
f?rm of the Frenchman bent before them
H% could not withstand the sheer power
and the strength of Dempsey. Few
human beings will be able to with?
stand thoso punches of Dempsey to
the body for some time to come. That
ended the rush of the poilu. The third
round was absolutely futile. Carpen?
tier now and then jabbed with a long
right, but it rolled off Dempsey's head.
Moral of Bout?The Punch Wins
There was no disorder such as there
vas when Dempsey dropped Willard at
Toledo. It seemed that the radiant
calm of Carpentier held that crowd.
When that bell rang the Frenchman
might have been merely stepping into
his little ring at Manhasset instead of
into that whirlpool of suppressed emo?
tion. When he recovered consciousness
his manner was as unruffled as it was
when ha finished one of those perfunc?
tory training exhibitions at his Long
The exhibition demonstrates that as
a financial proposition a prizefight
heats Wall Street for quick work. As
to what else it demonstrate^ that is
problematical. It demonstrates, at any
rate, that perfect poise, consummate
fallantry and radiant confidence can
e reduced to an inert mass by the
punch. Perhaps that is the moral of it
all?the punch wins.
Carftcntier's future will be the mem?
ory o? a gallant effort in the humid
mists. Dempsey's immediate future is
anything that he wants to make it, so
far as the prizering is concerned. No
heavyweight can stand np against him
for some time to ' come. He ?looked
very much to-day like the Dempsey of
Toledo two years ago.
Gallic Confidence Brings Sleep
They say that Carpentier slept like a
child on the night before the bout. One
newspaper man, who greeted him early
in the morning, said that he was joking
and laughing and full of confidence.
Dempsey plainly was worried and irri?
table through it all. Psychology was
against the champion, but he had the
weight and the punch. Inside those
rope8 only these two count.
Carpentier will fight no more in the
United States. He will carry back to
France as much of $200,000 as the in?
come tax collector leaves him. Dempsey
will have $300,000 to settle his various
lawsuits. Tex Rickard says that the
gate was in the neighborhood of $1,600.
000. Ho will have a few dollars left
after the various expenses are paid.
Close to ninety thousand humid
human3 stewing in the huge wooden
saucer six hundred feet in diameter
saw the battle. Long before 2 o'clock it
seemed certain that the arena would be
filled with the biggest crowd that ever
saw a boxing bout and that the gate re?
ceipts would run over $1,500,000.
The miasma that steamed up through
the tangle of timbers that covered an
expansive section of Boyle's Thirty
Acres seemed to oppress the crowd be?
fore thi main bout. They sweated and
panted, watching the preliminary bouts
apathetically and without enthusiasm.
'-"After the carefully staged entrance
?f Governor Edwards of New Jersey
he proceeded to take personal charge
of the policing arrangements.
Rickard's Handy Man Ejected
Before he was aware of it John
(Ike) Dorgan, Rickard's handy man,
was personally thrown away from the
ring by the Chief Executive of New
Jersey. The Commissioner of Public
Safety made the eviction official by
hurling Izzy Kaplan, a gentleman well
known in the camera trade, after Mr.
Dorgan. In the meantime the sun
beat down with a heat that went sev?
eral degrees beyond Mr. Dorgan's in- i
Around the patch of white canva
where the "ring drama of the cen
tury** was to be staged there weri
more correspondents than were sen
to the World War. Beyond were lay
era and layers of kings of finance
kings and queens of moviedom. sport
ing gent3 and ladies from all over th<
World, and beyond layers of the bob
peasantry, male and female, of all th<
industries nnd trades. Statistically
speaking, the gathering was about 1'
per cent gentler sex.
The Yale Bowl, filled, hold3 seventy
five thousand. The huge frame shackle
structure held fifteen thousand more
and they were jammed and huddled ir
the inclosure like rabbits at the enc
of the drive. A yegg on a hclidaj
sweated peacefully beside a million?
aire. "One Eye" Connolly brushed bj
the Astor party to locate himself or.
a stool by the ringside. It was hardei
to keep "One Eye" Connolly, wit' out s
ticket, out of the place than it was tc
stay the progress of the Astor party.
Plane3 Circle Over Ring
. At ten minutes to 3 master of cere?
monies Joe Humphreys announced
through a sound-carrying device thaj
the main event would be staged at ?
o'clock as scheduled. The photog?
raphers" wagon began to clutter up the
ring, two airplanes began to circle
through the mists around the huge
wooden saucer and a sober dark cloud
loomed in the east. It looked like
an approaching thunder shower.
It was a reticent and brooding crowd
that gasped through the preparations.
Taken all in all it was up to this time
at least one of the most orderly crowds
that was ever assembled. There were
no last-minute rumors, there was no
last-minute betting. Somebody trotted
a large floral horseshoe into the ring.
It was a gift for Jack Dempsey. The
superstitious began to murmur. A
horseshoe in the baseball diamond or
the prizering spells a jinx.
Carpentier came into the ring at five
?imites to 3. He was swathed in a
dark-gray bathrobe. The Frenchman
wore a smile that appeared beautifully
calm. Ho rose from his chair about
two minutes later to greet Dempsey
with a handshake. Then he sat cfown
In his chair again and picked tunes
on the ring rope with the fingers of
one hand. Deschampa rushed away
from his charge to inspact the ban?
dages that were being placed on Demp?
Dempsey wore a three-day growth
of bristling beard. His brows were
furrowed in the characteristic Demp
??y scowl. Somehow he seemed to
be depressed while those prelimi?
nary irritations were being inflicted.
Introductions followed rapidly while
the business of bandaging the hands
was going on. Joe Humphreys turned
loose showers of adjectives over Gov?
ernor Edwards and the Mayor of Jer?
Carpentier bandaged his own hands,
meantime eying his opponent with a
Bmile that seemed half quizaical.
Dempsey gnnvled as Deschamps con?
tinued to chatter at him. In the Carpen?
tier corner were the huge Journ?e and
Marcot, the battling chef who assisted
the. hope of France. There was much
trying on of gloves. There were plenty
Carpentier continued to smile beau?
tifully as ha picked a pair with the air
of a well groomed man selecting the
tie for the day. Never did a contender
with such odds against him wear such
an air of confidence. It was .superb,
and Dempsey, aware of it and annoyed, '
scowled all the more fiercely.
Odds and Ends Gleaned at Boyle's Thirty Acres
Broken Right Hand in Second Three
Minutes Make s Challenger'g
Defeat a Certainty
By W. J. Macbeth
Georges Carpentier, heavyweight
champion of Europe, light heavyweight
champion of the world and idol of
France, took the lortg gamble and lost.
He staked-all on the cnance of winning
the title of the heavyweight division
from Jack Dempsey in the Rickard
Studium at Boyle's Thirty Acres, Jer?
sey City? yesterday afternoon. He gave
all he had for his cause, as knights
did in the days of chivalry, but though
his heart was big and his spirit un?
daunted, his body proved too frail for
the purpose of the spirit.
Carpentier was not disgraced. He
I fought a losing battle, but looked great
! in defeat. He was a marvel of speed
and a sharpshooter with a sting to the
punches he delivered with either hand.
When he elected to fight at long range
he had Dempsey completely mystified
and missing swings by several feet.
Carpentier seemed able to walk around
the champion at will and to make him
miss as far as he pleased.
The Frenchman fell a victim of am
! bition and overestimation of his own
| ability to assimilate the crushing blows
? of his adversary. It is possible that
he?or whoever else may have mapped
out the policy of battle?underrated
Dempsey's hitting power. Carpentior
was beaten down by brute force. It
was a case of the light rapier meeting
the broadsword head on and time after
Victim of Body Blows
There is little doubt that Georges
j Carpentier might have stayed the
! twelve rounds had he elected to fight
i strictly on the defensive. Many wise
j critics are of the opinion that he made
the mistake of his life in trying to
fight Dempsey too to to?. For it was
' the rushing body blows of the champion
that sapped the strength of the ehal
i lenger and sapped it so quickly that
the Frenchman was beaten before he
had time to formulate a new and more
battling line of procedure.
But staying twelve rounds would
have gotten the gallant Georges noth?
ing but additional glory. His only hope
to lift tho championship was to knock
out one of the best champions the prize
ring has known. It may have been pre?
sumptuous, but the spirit was admir?
Old time ring experts who had bet on
Georges to stay the limit gave up hope
almost as soon as the engagement be?
gan when they saw the challenger
meant to make it a stand up, knock?
down affair. For the Frenchman tore
into his opponent and never gave an
inch when they came to close grips,
even though he always got much the
worst of the body against body ex?
changes. The hero of France could be
seen to wilt under Dempsey's crushing,
short arm bolts to the body of the
doughty challenger. As early as the
end of tho third round it was seen that
Georges was done.
The crowd was fair. Perhaps Demp?
sey did not get as great an ovation as
a fighter of his merit deserved.
Perhaps never before did two more
confident battlers decide the question
of supremacy. The Frenchmar^was the
personification of easy grace, non?
chalance and confidence. He was the
first to enter the ring, and while ho
awaited the arrival of Dempsey he
smiled graciously at his friends in th?
! immediate vicinity or indolently
watched the flight of a half dozen air
From the start, because of the style
he elected to pursue, Carpentier's cause
! appeared a hopeless one. But his last
' chance ebbed away in the second round,
I when he broke his good right hand,
I fracturing the bone of the lower thumb
behind the second joint. This accident
robbed the challenger of the use of his
most formidable weapon, and at a time
when he apparently had Dempsey in
dire distress. From then on, when he
used the right, Carpentier was unable
to shoot it straight, but had to turn his
punches and land with the butt of his
fist after a semi-circular swing. His
hitting forte, as shown in the first two
rounds, lay in the old-fashioned art?a
lost one, apparently?of shooting a
blow straight froi.. the shoulder.
However that may be, if there were
any occasion for Carpentier to fight at
long range while he still had two good
hands, there was a doubly potent rea
I son why he should not have stayed at
j close grips after his best weapon was
put out of commission. With the right
gone, his only safety lay in making it
a stern chase for the title holder. But
to the end he manfully, though foolish?
ly, stood by his guns.
Here is the round-by-round account
of the battle:
As Joe Bannon, the official time?
keeper, clanged the big gong thai
started the tight of the century, th?
two gladiators sprang from their chair?
and met in the center of the ring.
Dempsey came out on his toes, arms
poised so that he could hit with eithei
hand. Carpentier glided out, panther?
like. Just a fraction of an instant thej
stood facing each other in deep con
centration. Then like a flash, as th<
rattler strikes, Carpentior's left sho'
out for the champion's jaw. Quick a:
was the lead was Dempsey's antidote
The champion fell away slightly anc
rolled his head with the impact. The
lead snapped Jack's head back a bit
but did not seem to jar the burly body
And then Carpentier did somethin?
that electrified the thousands of on
?ookors by its sheer audacity whin
at the same time it made them gasp ii
horror at the probable consequences
Instead of stepping back to guar<
against a possible counter, the French
man deliberately worked into closi
quarters with his doughty adversary
Each hammered away with both hands
but neither connected with a tellini
As they broke from a clinch Demp?
sey was short with a left lead for the
jaw and before he could recover
Georges stepped in with a Straight
right to the face. This wicked blow
was a trifle high; it got Jack on the
cheek as he rolled his i?ead. A mo?
ment, later Carpentier hooked a pretty
left to the face and the big crowd
Then Dempsey, stung, rushed in like
nn infuriated bull. Again the French?
man astounded the multitude by calmly
holding his ground. They came to
close grips. Carpentier was a baby
in tho hands of his foe. The champion
kept his two hands going with the
rhythm nrd precision of pistons. He
shut short and crushing jolts to the
wind and short ribs and Carpentier
could be seen fairly to wilt under the
terrific drubbing. While still in close
Dempsey shot a right hook for the
head that landed flush on Carpentier's
nose. This blow was a staggering one.
It brought a flood of blood and as the
Frenchman finally broke and danced
away it was evident that his nose had
been severely damaged.
Garpenti? feinted Dempsey into an
opening. He whipped a wicked left
straight to the jaw and followed in?
stantaneously with a straight right to
the same spot. But though ho threw
every ounce of his energy into the
punches it was apparent that he had
been weakened under the previous body
punishment, for the blows rattled off
Dempsey's chin with no moro effect
than a tack hammer against a statue
of bronze. The Frenchman seemed a
bit groggy as he danced back out of
range once more.
Dempsey was after him, gorilla-like
ferocity paintod on his lowering brows.
He pinned Georges in a neutral corner,
but as Dempsey swung a vicious right
the Frenchman nimbly ducked under
the arm and danced away to untram
meled space again. Carpentier jabbed
Dempsey with a straight left as they
fell into a clinch. They were in a
neutral corner again and, trying to
avoid a right swing, the Frenchman
slipped through the ropes. Piqued at
this accident, Carpentier flew at the
champion like a real fury and landed
several body blows before Jack could
unload his hoavy artillery. Dempsey
fell into a clinch again and at short
range showered a rain of crushing
short left and right jolts on the chal?
lenger's wind and short ribs. Georges
broke ground at last; broke ground
somewhat unsteadily, for his kneee
were sagging under him, and his
dreamy eyes had a glassy stare. But
he was game. Ah, yes, he was game
He stepped in with a wicked right that
snapped flush on Dempsey's jaw as the
round ended-?a blow that shot th?
champion's head back with a jerk.
The crowd was now mad with ex?
citement. The wooden saucer was n
seething mass of shouting, hoarse-mad
enthusiasm. Men and women were or
their chairs cheering like mad, a.'
Referee Ertle split out the fight-mad
warriors, who were too intent, on the
business at hand to hear the clang oi
Deschamps and his assistants had
stanched the flow of blood from
Georges' nose during the minute's in?
terval and the challenger came back
smiling and as debonair as ever.
Dempsey tried to crowd in close,
but Carpentier danced back and away.
His supporters roared approval. They
thought he had profited by the ex?
perience of the first round and that he
would make it a long range engage?
ment. This Georges did for some time,
and while he pursued such tactics he
made a veritable monkey of the cham?
pion. He was making Jack miss by
feet instead of inches.
Carpentier suddenly turned, glided
in and unloosed a straight left for the
jaw. It brushed the right side of ?
Dempsey's chin as he quickly ducked.
Quickly the Frenchman followed with j
his good, straight .ight, It was a
telling blow and Jack's knees bent
under him. The champion shook his
head and tore into Carnentipr I
I Georges shot a straight left to the face
j and a straight right to the jaw as the
champion bore down on him, but the
blows, while well delivered and sharp,
failed to stop the rush.
At close quarters Dempsey again be?
labored Carpentier'a body with short
arm jolts, then shifted the attack sud?
denly to the head and cuffed the
Frenchman's skull from side to side.
Carpentiev was short with his left,
but a wicked right followed almost in?
stantaneously and was delivered with
such right good will that Dempsey
trembled. The champion reeled back
on his heels and corred. Quick as the
lightning's flash blow on blow rained
on his face and jaw. It seemed the
champion of the world was about to
topple. Carpentier would straighten
his man with the left, but somehow
the reputed deadly right never crashed
tiome on the button. It developed later
that the second time he shot with the
right the game Frenchman broke his
How Cost of Fighting
Has Risen in 30 Years
The following table shows the
purses and gate receipts for some
of the important heavyweight
ring battles and the gradual
growth in their size in the last
Year Fight rumo
18S9?Sullivan beat Ktlrain.. .$20,000
189;?Corbott boat Sullivan... 45.0QP
1897?Ftttsimiuona bcatt'orbett 25,000
1902?Jeffrie? beat KiUsImiuons 22,260
1910~-.Iol-.nson beat Jeltrlee. .101,000
1015?Willard buat Johnson... 40,000
1919? l>cni|>3sy beat WiUMCl..127,500
1921?Dempsey beat Ca.rpcntler..)00,00O
right hand. Ho hit Dempsey on the
cheekbone and suffered a compound
fracture below the second joint of the
What might have happened but for
this injury will never be known.
Six lefts and rights rattled off Demp?
sey's jaw of adamant as he reeled
back on his heels toward the rope^.
Then Jack chopped a right to the face
that, gashed Georges deeply under the
left eye. The Frenchman pulled away
from two vicious right swings, but
each scored simultaneously with rights
to the body at the bell. It was all
The Frenchman ducked a left swing
as they met in mid-ring. The cham
I pion crowded the challenger against
the ropes in a neutral corner and
caught him with a wicked, short right
to the body as Georges tried to duck
out to safety. Carpentier slapped a
roundhouse right to Dempsey's jaw
and then stabbed a straight left to
the face. Carpentier whipped a wicked
right uppercut for Jack's jaw but mis?
judged his distance by inches and the
blow glanced off without great dam?
age. Again Carpentier uppercut, this
time to the body. They came to close
quarters then, again, and Dempsey lit?
erally beat down Ms antagonist into a
state of near help' ^ness with crush?
ing body blow;.. 1 h* Frenchman was
trying to hang on timly but he hac1
not the strength to pinion Dempsey's
arms that flailed constantly into the
invader*? numbing body.
The champion then landed left am
right in rapid succession to the head
Carpentier found Dempsey's jaw one
more with a right swing, but the blo\
lacked snap. Dempsey returned th
compliment with usury. This was
short arm right to the pit of th
stomach that made the foreigner wir.ci
The Frenchman missed with his righ
but stabbed Jack with a light left t
the face. Simultaneously each put
hard left straight and flush to th
other's chin. Carpentier worked ot
of a corner, whither lie had been ba
tered by lefts and rights. Much <
Carpentier's reserve force was drun
med away by Dempsey's short ar
blows that he was unable to escap
Dempsey was right on top of bis ma
as he broke cover. The Frenchms
bumped full tilt into a hard rigl
swing that spun him round on h
heels. He clinched to save himself, b
was groggy from an unmerciful bea
ing to the frail body as the bell clangi
its welcome relief.
There is little doubt Dempsey wou
have finished off his man right he
if he had had a few seconds more
which to work. Carpentier. UVsd
the bell, reeled drunkenly to his cc
As his seconds worked frantically
over Carpentier, Manager Fran?ois Des?
champs e\identiy gave his protege the
fatherly advice to seek safety in flight
I while ha couserved his waning strength,
for as the champion came up deter?
mined to finish oft' his man the French
Wily Tex Nearly Ruins
High Price Speculators
Speculators will be cautious in
future when they trifle with
sporting events promoted by Tex
Rickard. By announcing that the
arena would hold 20,000 fewer
persons than it was planned to
accommodate the wily Tex almost
ruined the gentry who charge
scandalous prices for tickets.
An hour before the main bout
went on $50 seats were selling at
$35, $40 seats could be had for
$25 and a $10 bill bought ?25 and
Not only that, but a great
many of the speculators were left
with nothing but their unused
pasteboards to remind them of
man broke ground to utilize any pos?
sible advantage he had in speed. But
it was too late.
The fine pair of legs that might have
been utilized to such good advantage
had this policy been adopted in the
first round were unreliable now be?
cause of the terrific body beating which
Carpentier had suffered.
There was no denying Dempsey now.
The lust of battle sparkled under his
beetling brow; the scent of blood was
in his nostrils. The champion bounded
after his stricken prey and crushed an?
other pile-driving short right to the
Frenchman's sore short ribs. Carpen?
tier attempted to stave off the inev?
itable by clinching. But his hold was
feeble. Dempsey stood in close and
literally drubbed his man into a state
of semi-consciouaness with a tattoo of
short right and left hooks to the body.
The Frenchman broke away and
reeled back, glassy-eyed. It was with
great difficulty ho held up his hands.
His eyes were glazed; his lower jaw
dropping piteously like that of a
corpse. Dempsey measured his man
then shot out his right. Carpentier
fell in just far enough to take the
wicked blow on the back of the head,
but there was so much behind the
punch one could imagine it rattled the
Again the Frenchman automatically
fell into a feeble clinch and again
Dempsey beat him to a pulp with
wicked short arm jo'ts to the body.
The champion could feel his man
soften under the blows. He stepped
back suddenly and as he did he
whipped the right to the heart and
brought the, left sharply?half hook,
half uppercut?to Georges' jaw.
Down went the Frenchman. He rest?
ed, a helpless mass, on his right side,
near the ropes of a neutral corner.
Referee Ertle began his fatal toll.
Silence as of the. sepulchre fell with
the beginning of the count. One, two,
three, four, five?the seconds pealed
off in pendulum swing. Save for the
referee's loud toll not a sound could
be heard but the sharp intaking of
breath to chests of countless thousands.
It seemed the supreme moment?that
moment for which the sport world had
been steeling itself, lo, these past seven
months. Six ? seven ? eight ? droned
the referee. At the count of six Car?
pentier pulled himself together; he
rolled on one knee and, with a half fool?
ish grin on his face, listened to the
count. At eight he seemed steady, but
"Nine," shouted Ertle. And with the
word the inert clay seemed electrified
and reanimated. With a catlike spring
the Frenchman bounded half way
across the ring at Dempsey. It was a
strategy that might have taken one less
cool fighter unaware, but Dempsey was
Carpentier sprang, determined to
crush down Dempsey under his leaping
right. He put the last ounce of his
waning energy into this desperate ef?
fort. But the master was "ready for
Dempsey stepped in to meet the flying
target. Straight to the jaw the punch
traveled, the force of Georges' cata?
pulting body doubling its effect. The
blow which landed on the "bottom"
seemed to travel only several inches,
hut this timo it dropped Carpentier as
if he had been shot through the head.
There he lay in the center of the ring.
while Ertle this time tolled off the tea.
At "eight" Carpentier tried to pull
himself together. At least his legs
moved. But the will was stronger than
tho body. "Carp" was counted out.
Dempsey, still champion of the world,
though champion through that second
round by the margin of only one more
effective punch, looked pityingly at his
fallen adversary as Ertle slapped him
on the back in token of victory.
Then the champion stooped ' and
helped Gus Wilson pick up the fallen
gladiator and carry him to his corner.
The battle of the century was one more
chapter of ring history.
Too Eager With
(Continued from page ont)
upon him and walked almost across the
ring. With his shoulder blades the
champion seemed to express the opin?
ion that there was nothing to do till
to-morrow. At seven Carpentier had
turned over upon his stomach and at
nine he was up and trying to punch.
Then Dempsey swung the powerful
blow which finished it. Carpentier
could not get up until he was lifted
from the floor. Dempsey was the first
man to help, but Deschamps and Jour?
n?e were in the ring quickly. They
waited, though, for the final ten. It
was not Carpentier's brain which said
enough. His body overruled his fierce
determination to go on.
P'our or five minutes elapsed before
Carpentier was revived. He came then
to the center of the ring and Dempsey
met him there and they talked for a
minute or two. Both were cheered as
they left, but again Carpentier had the
majority of the crowd.
Carpentier wa3 the first man to en?
ter the ring. Somebody who had seen
him in his dressing room said that he
looked pale, drawn and horribly ner?
vous. None of that was visible when he
came into the big soupbowl. At any
rate, it can be said of Carpentier that
no man in the world can enter a ring
more magnificently. Indeed, it seemed
to us that he lost nothing of appeal in
the manner in which he went out.
Probably he was nervous, but he is a
gorgeous actor. He whirled all about
the ring, his hands high above his head,
acknowledging the applause. It was
stirring cheering and more hearty than
that which Dempaey received.
Warmed by the cheering, Carpentier
grew visibly in grace and poise.
As Dempsey came down the aisle a few
minute? later Carpentier got up and
reached through the ropes to help him
in. Again when the fighters posed to?
gether for the camera men (there must
nave been fifty thousand of them) Car?
pentier turned squarely toward Demp?
sey smiling pleasantly. They might
have been starting out on an eighteen
hole golf match, instead of a heavy?
weight prize fight. Dempsey couldn't
match Carpentier here. He kept his face
turned away. It wasn't boorishness,
but just plain embarrassment on the
part of the champion. He has been pic?
tured so often as the continual scowler
Fight ?Was a Bayonet Charge
Against Heavy ArtiHerr/i
-. **. fi
Carpentier, Pale and Smiling With Effort, Went toi
Arena Like Prisoner Going to Chief's
Office to Face the Music
By Sophie TreadweII
We happened to see both tfco cham?
pion and the challenger come into the
arena just before they went into their
Carpentier came down the alleyway
between two policemen, and followed by
a small, curious crowd. His clothea
! spelled unconscious distinction. He was
I close r haven, unusually pale, and had
ja ?trange, strained and crooked smile.
i This perfection of grooving, this pro
! nounced pallor, this strange smile, and
'the two policemen, made him look like
the hero of a different sort of a story.
Jn fact, he looked exactly like a clever,
elusive, but guilty young gentleman
who knew at last that the jig was up
and was going along to headquarters to
face the music.
A few minutes later Dempsey came.
If any policemen were along they were
too small and insignificant to be no?
ticed. And the crowd that followed
was admiring and loudly buoyant. The
champion led and towered. He wore
a red sweater. A cap was on the btiek
of his head. A heavy stubble of beard
gave a tramplike and frightening look
to his threatening and heavy face. But
he was smiling. And his step was
swinging and carefree.
TVm wife of tho sporting writer
clutched my arm and turned away.
"Why go in to see it," she said. "It's all
* * ? * ?
It W83 a tragic thing to see.
Once again gallantry and beauty and
courage and skill going down under
just, too strong blows.
Carpentier fought brilliantly and
Dempsey, surely and powerfully.
In tho second round. Carpentier's
skill was thrilling; the swift blows,
the sudden shifts of the body-?sym?
metry, poise, coordination. He fought
this round with genius.
"But genius in this world," once said
Edgar Allan Poe, "must inevitably
In vain the beautifully placed, the
perfectly timed blows. In vain the
that he feels ill at ease in any other ex?
Carpentier First to Land
With the sound of the gong Carpen?
tier was the first to lead. He used his
left and landed lightly. In the first
clinch he was punished severely and
came out with a bloody nose. But
throughout that round and the next
one he had much the best of u at long
range, though not at infighting. He
landed often and he found no trouble
in making Dempsey miss on his returns.
But constantly Dempsey kept edging
in and Carpentier, instead of giving
ground, edged with him. Worse than
that, as often as not, he rushed in and
once he was within range of Dempsey's
short hooks he was rocked back and
forth. Carpentier fought an ill-con?
It was the fairest big crowd we have
ever seen. There were cheers for
everybody, including the preliminary
fighters, and boos for no one. Sand?
wiches sold for twenty-five centj and
mineral water for fifty, but otherwise
all the arrangements were perfect.
Don Marquis poured S3.50 worth of
charged water and a dollar's worth of
beer upon his head during the prelim?
inaries. Then it began to rain free
water, but none of the vendors would
make a refund. Mr. Marquis pretended
to believe that the same two men re?
mained in the ring throughout the
whole length of the preliminaries. He
admitted that some were knocked down
and dragged out, but he maintained
that they merely went under the ring
an H Mmr? Vi Qf?lr erra in
There were a great many knockouts
all afternoon. The first two bouts
were harmless, but just as the third
was beginning the Rev. John Roach
I Straton came in and took a ringside
seat. Immediately the two preliminary
boys began to knock each other down
and things became brutal. Perhaps
the boxers had heard that Mr. Straton
had come to get material for his ser?
mon next Sunday on the evils of prize?
It was a comfort to us to find Mr.
Straton so close at hand. Often we
have been terrified at his expressed
belief in divine vengeance falling upon
the activities of assembled crowds of
whose activities Mr. Straton disap?
proved. We felt cheered at the thought
that there was hardly room for a
thunderbolt to come between us and
We were worried for a moment by a
mysterious voice which keDt shouting
"Sit down," but it turned out to be
nothing more than some sort of phono?
graphic amplifier close to tho ring
Then we felt indignant. We were not
disposed to take tiny back talk from ?
machine. The stadium is just as big
as everybody said it wag and it lookec
like a soup bowl full of croutons. Some
body suggested cretins, but it was ;
volatile crowd, though well behaved.
Coming away we had only one eon
eolation. Bernard Shaw has been wron;
for once. A day or two before th?
fight he stated that Carpentier coul<
not lose and ought to be a 50 to '
favorite. We wish he had won am
yet there was some little satisfactioi
in the knowledge that Mr. Shaw ha<
lost his half dollar.
Annihilation of Will
There was, however, one conso'atio
greater than that. It was impossible t
get away from the fact that we had a
seen a tragedy, the most poignant so;
rwift ehifta. In vain all the g~, 1
metry and control and coordination, ' i
Dempsey. like Fate, was too atron?.
He was hit? and terrifically. But he ?
! simply didn't go down.
"It's all over," ?aid the sportiit?ji
writer beside me. "" S
? * ? ? ?
j Carpentier'.5? smile.
Looking through glasses, the fighter?1?
! faces were clear and ch \
In the third ron rid?Carpentier, bij ?
[head throw:: back, his paie ??? fi
j smeared with blood, a cut en the i\?, I
; of his nose, a cut on his cheek, hii S
eyes looking wide at Dempsey an'di?!
| defeat, and then?his mile.
That strange, crooked smile- w-art I
j but still playing the gam Cynical ?
darin;-, indifferent. The smile of one?
?long disillusioned with everything jg 1
?life, but still making all the gestuw?
] with an air. And a very, very French
And Dempsey's trlower.
When fighting, his is a black face;
physically and spiritually black.
When righting, his expression is the
j whole embodiment of sheer overwhelm-1
I ing unbeatable brutality.
! That smile! That glower?
"Its all over," I said to mvself the*, I
* * * * . *
Tn the fourth the inevitable ending
And, probably because it was so la
evitable*, that whole vast concourse o}
r0,000 people seomed suddenly stilled
as people suddenly overcome and op? !
pressed by the awful spirit of tragedy, j
They had yelled and leaped to stand s
on their chairs when it was evident I
that Carpentier was going down. They
screamed when he first fell and j
called and cheered as he got to hit \
But when he went down the second
time and rolled over with one foot
drawn up and pawing the air, in a sort
of pitiful and futile sub-conscious ef?
fort to get up again, that 5ghc-raa4
crowd was almost stilled.
And they remained standing quietly
while the defeated one was being lifted
to his corner.
They had seen, that fight-mail
throng, their champion undefeated. 7
They had seen "the best man win." I
But they had also scan a single}
handed charge a la baionette against
a machine gun; no, against heavy ar?
And it was a tragic thing to see.
Title Holders From
Hyer on to Dempsey
Here is a list of the heavy?
weight champions of America and
the year? each held the title :
John C. Heenan.3858-1861
Ivlike McCoole .18(16-1869
Tom Alien .1809-1876
John L. Sullivan.?882-lsb2
James J. Corbett.1892-1897
Robert Fitzsimmong ...1897-1899
James J. Jeffries.._1899-1905
: of tragedy, the frustration and anni?
hilation of a flaming will.
Carpentier put everything of his
i wish to win in the right-hand punch
which he landed in the secon ' round. -
i It was the punch which had knocked
out Beckett and Bombardier Wells, but
Dempsey did not fall. Carpentier had
given all and it was not enough. This
vas the punch which broke his hand
and it brok'i his heart. Thereafter wo
watched his will crumble before some?
thing as strong and impersonal ;.s a
It was bad enough to see Carpentier
go down, but it was worse when sud-( ?
denly his head gagged end dropped (ill
he lay on the floor. It was the sort of *?^
moment in A'hich there was the sharp?
est kind of reminder that there is such
a thing as death, and that human will
and aspiration, however fine a,id beau?
tiful, can bo smashed. Of course,
Dempsey, too, will go down sometime,
but he will be beaten by just another
prizefighter. That is not our consola?
tion. It rame after the vacant eyes of
Carpentier had lighted up again. Ha
got up and came across the ring ta
Dempsey. And then he smiled and it
was *gt.in the smile we had sien at the
beginning v.lien he stood with his hands
above his head.
Harding Merely Asks
"Was It a Good Fight?*'
RARITAN, N. J., July 2. President
Harding showed little interest when
informed late to-day that Bo^er Jack
Dempsey had defeated Georges Car?
pentier, French challenger, with a
knock-out in the fourtn round.
"Was it a good fight?" he asked
newspapermen when toid the result.
He made no further comment and
changed the conversation into other