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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 Island camp. 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 dignation. 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? sey's hsnds. 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? sey City. 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 of them. 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 ev 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 time. 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? able. 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. Magnificent Confidence 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 ' planes. 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: ROUND ONE 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 howled encouragement. 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 I 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 the gong. ROUND TWO 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 thirty years: 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 thumb. 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 Carpentier's round. ROUND THREF. 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 ROUND FOUR 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 $35 seats. Not only that, but a great many of the speculators were left with nothing but their unused pasteboards to remind them of the disaster. 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 Frenchman's teeth. 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 resigned. "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 prepared. 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 him. 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. Carpentier Too Eager With Victory Near (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 quarters. 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 over." * * ? * ? 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 bravely. 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 succumb." In vain the beautifully placed, the perfectly timed blows. In vain the that he feels ill at ease in any other ex? pression. 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? sidered fight. 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? fighting. 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 Mr. Straton. 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 1 smile. 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 came. 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 \ feet again. 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? tillery. And it was a tragic thing to see. i 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 : Jaoob Hyer.181(5-1820 Tom Hyer.1841-1847 John Morrissey.1853-1858 John C. Heenan.3858-1861 Joe Coburn.1862-1884 Bill Davis.18*34-1865 James Dunn.1865-1868 Ivlike McCoole .18(16-1869 Charles Gallagher.1869-1869 Tom Alien .1809-1876 Joe Goss.187<6-18S?0 Paddy Ryan.1880-18S2 John L. Sullivan.?882-lsb2 James J. Corbett.1892-1897 Robert Fitzsimmong ...1897-1899 James J. Jeffries.._1899-1905 Tommy Burns.1906-1908 Jack Johnson.1908-1915 Jess Willard.1915-1919 Jack Dempsey.1919-1921 1-1 : 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 great rock. 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 channels. ?