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I Ball Players All A. W. ?. L.
' At Fight, Game Is Called Off
Jersev Gty-Newark Fans Wait in Vain; Jobless Box?
ing Enthusiast (?oes Hungry io See Boot and
Collapses in Arena; Other Sidelights of Mill
\ crowd c inns sat in the
??utdstand ? Jersej City ball
nark yesterd tg for the game to
bepin.
Gamo tint' slipped by and not a
player had appeared in either the Jer
,<n- City or Newark uniform.
"Play hail!" yelled tho impatient
rectors. "Bring out them teams ami
play ball'."
The announcer solved the problem of
...r m ssi g athletes when he strode to
the plate half an hour after the umpire
was t.' ''.ave called play in the first
?-ame o? a scheduled double-header.
Lifting his megaphone to his lips, he
shouted:
?TTo-day's Rame? postponed. AH the
players teams arc at the big
fight.'
The fans got their monej hack.
Ore of the most enthusiastic fans in
the big arena waj Charles Rosenblum,
a geventeen-year-old newsboy of Mem?
phis, who propelled himself through
the pat's in a wheelchair. Both of
Charlie'? legs were amputated above
the knees. H< was accompanied by his
mother, who saw New York for the
first time throutrh her crippled boy's
generosity. They occupied $5.50 seats.
An indication of the ardor of the
fight far was found in the ease of John
Curwin, of 240 Pacific Street, Jersey
City, w lo collapsed in his seat in the
$5.50 block. He told attendants who re?
vived him that he was without a job
und went without dinner Friday night
and breakfast yesterday, so that he
could buy a ticktt for the scrap. He
was taken to Jersey City Hospital, his
craving unsatisfied.
What is a title go without its man of
mystery? One turned up yesterday.
He was a peculiar chap, who might have
beer, a Mexican. He refused to talk to
anybody. Dressed in cowboy clothes
a black sombrero, blue overalls, leather
jerkin, blue flannel shirt and black
shoes?he carried a roll of bills as big
as a loaf of bread in his shirt pocket
He made no effort to conceal the
inonev, even when warned that it might
be lifted.
And there was a woman of mystery,
too. She was a French woman, dressed
in black, and held a place up near the
front of the S?.50 line, where she sat
on a soap box. She spoke no English
and continually repeated Carpentier'?
n.amc. She frustrated an effort by pho?
tographers to "shoot" her picture by
drawing a black cape up under her eyes.
A "flivver" howled up to one of the
gates just after daybreak, and two
liusky sons of the West alighted. They
?Acre Louis Haskell, of Des Moines
Iowa, and Kid Griffin, a boxer, of th?
same town, and thev had driven ail the
way across country in their Ford to be
in at the finish.
* * *
It was a day of jubilation for shop
keepers of Jersey City along the route
to the "Acres." Most of the spectators
had left their homes too early to break?
fast, and they swamped the eating
places near the arena. Other stores
also did a land office business, and
Mayor Hague added new laurels to his
collection. It was hard to convince the
Idol of France
Shattered by
Three Wallops
(Continued from pagr one*
jaw, and as the second landed with a
noisy thud the champion reeled and
faltered for the first time in his career,
closer to a knockout than he had ever
been since he started toward ring
great:
Dempsey Hit, but t'nhurt
In this lone round the idol of France
siood upon the verge of championship
glory. But when he saw that two of
his crushing blows had failed to drop
the defending champion his final
chance was grayer than the heavy skv
which shut out the sun from 90,000
people, u city jammed within an aren?.
of pine. That was his final charge
Prom that point on there was gather?
ing gloom around the vast stretches of
? <? Place d'Etoile, and mourners wer.'
lining up to march by the Caf? de 1:.
Paix, where the feet of the world go by
before ti i year is out.
iicr Napoleon and her
roch, but Carpentier was not quite
equal to the task of beating down a
Dempsey, a heavyweight with every
proven quality of his craft.
The Frenchman lived up to every
written une. lit- was fast, skillful and
Same. And he proved by at least two
that he had the kick of a mule.
Only a fjghter of remarkable stamina.
Of unusual toughness of fber could
nave taken whaf Dempsey took in that
second round with the 'endurance to
whirl back in as if he had never been
hit. It was at a point like this where
>e Beckett had dropped unconscious- -
f i point like this where Wells had
ed up.
Task Seemed Hopeless
Then Carpentier lost his steam. He
was battering a wall of steel and his
ists were playing a vain tatoo upon an
?"?"?"able object. He had landed
witn a.: the fury and power at his
command, and yet his opponent, after
roCKing for one brief moment upen
snaking legs, was again boring in with
"eavy left and heavy right working as
he had never been brushed bj a hos
de glove,
That was the moment that turned
? near Marne for France into a Water?
loo, Dempsey should have been on the
?oor, unconscious. In place of that,
nere he came with a swift-moving, re
*???? Btnde, his gleaming eves from
"?avy ,ashes now in a flame of fury as
'-again began his drum beat of great
"8W upon the weakening body of his
,-n.g rival.
The rival, in turn, with his face split
"*'p vV v,'!l-' deep gashes under either
/ , ?rood staring for a moment with
** ???lpiess, dejected look of the
^*ocit.? written upon his drawn and
"-ary .ace. Me looked as the hunter
'ooks who has fired his last vol lev at
wm? charging lion which has been un-1
88?DPed phi story was written here.
hJI , be,>" said that if Carpentier
?ad only piayed B waitin_ ame ami
?wyed away he might have won. As
i was, when the boll sounded he rushed
?? champion and started the war of
"sts only to find that Dempsey was a
'?aster o? infighting, and that at close
;j*nge he way hopelessly outclassed bv
????ter weight, greater power and
?.renter ?nSghting t>ki?!.
Unable to Keep Away
Two minutes of this were more than
???acwnt to prove that the Euro?
pa champion had waded beyond his
I
merchant? that Frank Hague was not j
the promoter of the bout.
And Jersey City took care of her own
in the matter of peddling in the streets.
Several hundred street merchants of
ih wntown New York appeared bright
and early to reap some of the money
being tossed away by the loose spend
e'S, but they were in for bitter disap?
pointment. ?Chief of Police Battershy
and his nun void them to "turn around
and boat it" tor the ferries. One ap?
plied to the chief for a license.
"Nothing doing," he was told. "Get
ove; where you belong and catch the
boye on the rebound after the light."
Brooklyn divided with Jersey City
the honor of sending the first $.5.50 cus?
tomers to the arena. Thomas Tuohey,
of 625 Grand Street, Jersey City, ar?
rived at 8 o'clock Friday night and was
the first customer there. Soon after?
ward Sidney Wei!, of 328 East Third
Street, and Peter Si?ler, of 532 Eastern
Parkway, both of Brooklyn, made their
appearance.
There were a number of stowaways
in the big stands, and they were routed
i out only after deep thinking by the
arena attendant. A thorough search
had been made and the hidden men had
not been discovered. Finally it was
decided to wet down the scats no the\
would be more comfortable. As soor
as the hose began to play there wa:
a scurrying from cover by the drenchet
deadheads. They were ejected withou
a hearing.
Those stories of counterfeit tickets ti
, the brawl had their effect on the fans
\ Although two Jersey City officials
armed with credentials, stood at th
Barclay Street, ferry all morning offer
ing pasteboards for sale, they had no
taken in a single dollar up to figh
time. They were laughed at by th
fans.
There was a convenient arrangemen
for automobilists, thanks to an agree
ment between Mayors Hylan .an
Hague. Venders cf tickets for park
ing space outside the arena, at $3
permit, plied their trade on the Nc
York side of the river, thus precludin
great confusion.
Army field glasses rendered pervii
again, but the fighting they focused c
was of a different sort. Scores i
army officers carried them.
The old "gate crashers" were on dei
bright and early. Several got throuf
a hole in the fence at the north et
of the arena, but the police so<
plugged this entrance.
The international aspect of the affa
was apparent in the flags and ribbo
carried or worn by the spectator.-. T
Stars and Stripes predominated, b
many testified to their loyalty to the
own country and sentimental intere
: ir. the French challenger by carryi:
emblems of both countries.
An improvised band recruited frt
the crew of a French steamship in t
harbor furnished amusement to
crowd packing one of the early tu
tiains. The leader, equipped with
cornet of uncertain vintage and
musical education evidently acquir
in a foundry, persisted in soundi
blatant notes.
"Ve giv ze serenade for Cahr-pc
tee-ay," he said, while the ero1
laughed its approval.
depth in the pugilistic seas. In those
two minutes he had been cuffed and
chugged, chopped and hammered, un?
til he could stand but little more. And
when he finally broke away and at?
tempted to give battle at longer range
he found Dempsey always at him, al?
ways gliding into reach with speed
that equaled his own.
For, while Carpentier was fast
coming in, he was no Jim Corbett
at shifting to the right or left or
stepping away. With shift and side
step he made vain efforts to keep
away, but wherever he turned he
found Dempsey upon him, swinging
right and left with equal force.
There was hardly a punch which
Dempsey landed that failed to cut or
jolt. No wasted effort accompanied
his offensive, and if Carpentier had
been less game he would have been
borne down by the rush some time
before. In an equal exchange it was
Carpentier who came out bewildered
and groping, for there wasn't a mark
upon Dempsey's face when the battle
ended.
After Carpentier's fine rally in the
second round a great thrill ran through
the crowd when both came up for the
third, but the first babble suddenly
died out as Carpentier's early steam
faded before a heavy left hook that
rattled his frame from teeth to toes,
leaving him stretching vain arms in an
effort to clinch.
No record-making prophecy was need?
ed to see that the fourth round was to
be the closing chapter. For seventy
seconds the Frenchman weathered the
storm, but as he attempted to work his
way from the ropes a left and right
caught him upon either side of the
jaw in such bewildering succession
that he went down after the manner of
a steel girder dropped from the top of
a skyscraper.
A "Crumpled Plunge"
There was no slow, sinking motion
in this fall. It was a headlong,
crumpled plunge to the resin. Few
ever expected to see him rise again
and take another -.-ount. But just as
Referee Ertle's right arm was lifted
for the tenth count the French cham
; pion with a last instinctive effort lifted
his broken body and his bleeding face
into range again, where in i\ flash a
right hook dropped him with such
force that his body struck the floor.
His heels flew high into the air,
quivering, and huddled as they fell
back.
From the start both fought with
such savage intentness that it could
only be a matter of a few rounds at
most. Neither made an attempt to box
or attempt to stall. There was no
p< sing for the populace. This was to
be a tight, and' while it was brief it
carried more action than a dozen
lights. It was merelv the old, old story
oi' the good big man and the good
little man, where if form runs true
and the "dope" stands up there is only
one answer to be written.
This answer was written to-day, for
the dope never wavered from the first
blow to the last. It was all a matter
from the start as to whether Dempsey
could weather one or more lusty
pur.shes planted upon a vulnerable
.?pot. When that was proved in the
second round, when even though reel?
ing for a moment nearer to defeat than
he had ever been before, there could
only be one final answer. The cham?
pionship reign that began with John
Lawrence Sullivan wag to follow the
American line of succession, and the
Old World yet had to produce a fist
of equal speed and equal power to the
dominant fist of the West.
Few had believed the Frenchman's
fr..iler body could stand up before the
jrloved knuckles that had battered down
! the mastodonic Willard in a round.
, And after the first few seconds few
amone the ninety thousand saw a phost
i of a chutici; as Carpentier's propine
I hands, after a clash, reached for Demp
I-"I,
Tickets Bogus,They Buy
?More,andTheyAre,Too
Some people have hard luck,
and others are still more unlucky.
Three fans arrived at the j
Arena and presented their tick- I
ets. All three were counterfeits I
and the fans were "given the
gate."
Determined to see the quarrel,
they bought three more tickets
from a speculator near the en?
trance and returned with them.
These three likewise were spuri?
ous.
l_ I
sey s arm as one might reach for an'
enemy hand that held a knife. He was I
taking more punishment from the start
than he could stand, and. knowing this, i
his rine intelligence warned him to
keep away.
Dempsey's Durability
There was no escape. It was after
he had discovered in the second round |
that he had no chance of eluding the !
black-haired panther on his trail that
he at last, in a wild drive of despera?
tion, tore in and let fly two fists that
might have won if Dempsey's durable
jaw and steel shod neck had been near?
er human.
Dempsey was forced to prove here
beyond any last lingering doubt that, '
in addition to his slugging power and
his untiring strength, he also had the
ring speed of a worthy champion and
the ability to take it. on the jaw or in
the stomach without giving way. No
fragile fighter ever would have stood
up before those flying, desperate fists
which the Frenchman in his agony,
leading a last forlorn hope, suddenly
planted full and flush upon the usually
vulnerable ramparts of the jawr.
When Dempsey stood up before this
furious attack and a moment later
came back strong and as determined as
ever, he had proved his'case beyond
any rebuttal. Not even a wild chance
blow could turn the tide of battle now.
For two of these had landed with all
the force that Carpentier had ever
known, and while his opponent had
proved his claim to a human mold by
at least rocking for a moment in the
hazy air, his next rush showed that
the vital spark had not been dimmed.
Dempsey had to prove he had greater
speed than he showed at Toledo, for
he had no big hulk here as an open
target, but one who was fast of foot
and with fast flying arms that called
for quickness and alertness as well as
skill upon defense. It was Carpentier's
lack of defense at close quarters that
started him upon the downhill path
and that foretold his finish. At long
range he was easily Dempsey's equal,
but this was no long-range fight.
Dempsey's Chivalry
Dempsey had the speed to close too
quickly, and once in reach he had too
much power to be held in check. In
the clinches he landed two blows to
ih?: challenger's one, and each of
Dempsey's blows carried at least twice
the power that his opponent knew. Two
times two is still four, and with this
fcur to one mathematical preponder?
ance^ his favor Dempsey had no cause
to worry after the second round.
As Carpentier fell and the final count
was sounded, Dempsey was the first to
reach him with a lifting hand, and
when Carpentier's dazed and twisted
brain had finally cleared and he was
able to stand up on his feet he smiled
; wanly and weakly as Dempsey said:
"I am only sorry I had to knock out
such a good man."
And he spoke as if he meant it.
After all the doubt, the great crowd
got its thrill.
At ten minutes of three, as the last
of the preliminaries came to an end
with a gray cloud drifting in from the
| east, the battle of 90,000 throats started
I as an immense floral horseshoe was
j placed in the ring, labelled "Success."
| This was for Dempsey.
Five minutes later a tremendous roai
j shook the seven-acre arena as Georges
Carpentier leaped lightly through the
ropes with a broad, friendly smile or,
[ his face as an immediate response tc
: the welcome of the big crowd. Stand
I ing for a moment he waved clasped
1 hands at the gathering, and then sal
: quietly in his corner without th?
. slightest sign of anxiety upon his feat
i ures. He looked with keen interest
: at the crowd, with an occasional glanc?
in the direction of the threatening
eastern cloud.
Georges Greets Jack
At 2:58 another roar of equal volum?
j announced the approach of Dempsey
' and as he stepped through the rope:
'. near Carpentier's corner the French
! man was the first to leap forward wit!
! an extended hand in eager greeting
? Asi the two most eminent men of thei:
profession shook hands the resoundinf
tumult that followed must have founc
every man and woman in the standi
contributing to the vocal cataclysm.
Dempsey, after the handshake, wen
immediately to his corner, where ht
sat looking grimly through the ropes
apparently much more tense than hi:
lighter opponent, who was either com
pletely carefree or one of the greates
actors in the world.
The main excitement wrs furnishei
by Deschamps, Carpentier's fiery am
keen-eyed, manager, who rushed t<
Dempsey's corner as the champion be
gan to tape his hands, watching close
, ly every inch of the banadge applied
with frequent gestures and exclama
tions interspersing the ceremonies.
Carpentier was arrayed in a gra;
bath robe, with wide black trimmings
while Dempsey wore only a crimso
sweater across his muscle-bulgin
shoulders, his eyes half closed in
heavy frown.
All through Dempsey's tape-windin
preliminary Deschamps's supposedl
hypnotic eyes were within two feet c
Dempsey's face, but the champion re
frained from looking into such possibl
danger.
Carpentier's weight was announce
as 172, while Dempsey, who looked t
be a good twenty pounds heavier, wa
announced at 188.'
"Never Had a Chance"
The announced weights failed to te
the physical difference between tl
two. Dempsey was so much more tl
( champion when it came to a show (
! physical ruggedijess and of great?
1 power that the wonder soon began 1
i grow as to how his opponent could lai
! out the first savage rush and the fir
mauling blow. And at one moment i
; the first round nfter only a minute ?
fighting Carpenter was suffering ?
much pain that his chance of lastir
out the first inning seemed to be vai
In conclusion it might be said th;
he did his best, that he fought wit
everything he had to e'Ter. It wi
: through no fault of his own makir
i that the lights surrounding the A
I de Triomphe seem dim to French ey<
and that the train of sorrow runs fro
I Paris through the provinces on the la
French outpost down in the Soudan.
Standing before ninety thousand pe
I pie, who it might be remarked hi
paid $1,600,000 to see what might tal
?dace, he showed at least why he wi
the champion of Europe and why h
speed, skill and hitting power had be?
enough to stor> a Beckett or a Wells.
But he was meeting no Beckett n<
a Wells to-day in spite of George Be
' nard Shaw. He was meeting a ful
as fast a man, who was heavier, stron
; er. able to hit harder and able to tal
| ail he had. Against this combinati?
1 destiny at last was blocked. Carpe
?tier's sole reward had to be a batter?
face, a battered body and the losei
? end. There could be no other wa
and any final summing up can lead
; this one line.
i He was a good game guy, but 1
never had a chance.
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