The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1910-07-06
JOHNSON S HAPPY
SAYS HE AND JEFF BOTH
FOUGHT ON THE LEVEL AND
THE BEST MAN WON-FORNIER
CHAMPION WILL NEVER EN-
TER PRIZE RING AGAIN.

Reno, New, July While there is
music and laughter today in Jack
Johnson's camp, where the black
heavyweight champion of the world
and his followers eXult, there is gloom
and somber silence at the Jeffries
. stronghold where the white gladiator
grieves over the loss of both the cham
pionship and the right to make the
proud boast that he is the retired, un-
defeated champion of the world" 1t
is a bitter day today for Jeffries.
The thousands of Californians who
came bore proud of him and confident
of his invincible prowess have all de-
parted with the exception of few
score who have fingered behind. The
thousands who took the first trains
back to the coast seemed dazed and
bewildered.
They as well as the sporting men
from other parts of the country have
spent the hours since the battle debat-
ing the white mans defeat and, while
opinions differ as to the cause, the
general tone of the comment shows
that Jeffries has lost more than the
pugilistic crown.
He has, however, won in dollars and
cents what an average American
would call q substantial fortune.
Jack johnson turned over the sport
ing world when he knocked out James
]. Jeffries in the fifteenth round.
Ie 10, a Iafn ff,nrv 90
hitherto unbeaten man. 1t came swift
ly, like the dropping of some bolt that
wrecks a 10000 horsepower dynamo.
Hardly had the bell sounded when
the lightning movement of the negro's
right arm In an uppercut ended in
thud The tremendous heak of the
white fighting man swung back as the
glove landed on his jaw just to the
right Of the midchin. His torso re-
laxed, his knees trembled, then crook
ed. Down he went.
Sixteen thousand people leaped to
their feet, and the great dish of the
arena was so still that those sitting
next to the ring could hear the click of
the black champions teeth as he
snapped his jaw shut and stood wait
ing over the fallen fighter.
The timekeeper had counted nine.
Jeffries, his head swinging from side
to side on his thick neck, struggled to
his feet. Hardly had he Strengthened
when two terrible blows shot over his
feebly rising guard. A right and left
uppercut to the chin followed Down
the white man tumbled. This time his
body was outside the ropes and his
legs were crooked over the white
strands. He sat hunched in this posi-
ton, eyes closed, hands dropping over
his knees.
The spell was broken. The arena
roared.
Rickard, the referee was ratified.
He stood by the side of the beaten
pugilist, counting in a dazed sort of
way. Nobody watched him. Every
body had his eyes on Jeffries.
In the uprOar Timekeeper Harting
counted Jeffries out Nobody heard
him. Abe Atttell ran over from JEFF
fries corner and lifted up the ropes,
while the fighter clambered blindly
through.
The man stood, half crouching,
knowing nothing. Jim Corbett yelled
something at him. The words were
unheard.
Then came the black man, not know.
ing that his antagonist was counted
out
He came lightly, stepping swiftly
like a cat stalking He jumped TO the
side Of the bloOdied, half conscious
man and with his arms jerking back
back and forth with the thrust of al
engines piston, he pounded and pound
ed the dropping bead Of the former
champion. Uppercuts, each one OF
them. First with the right, then witt
the left Johnson swung back the loll
ing head. Again the tremendous bull
of the white man tOttered.
Rickard ordered the negro to hi
corner, declaring him victor.