The San Francisco call., 1910-07-05

should have disqualified Jeffries then
! Johnson.
But perhaps twas just as WELL for
| the end came quickly enough to suit
the Johnson admirers and quickly
enough to break the hearts of those
who had staked their all on jeff.
I jeff had scarcely landed on his feet
before Johnson stepped in with two
more vicious left hooks to the head and
a hard right to the heart Down went
jeff for the second time The great
throng watched and waited in silence.
The strain was intense, and it was
broken in nine more seconds, when
Jeffries for the second time wearily
gathered himself together and barely
managed to gain his feet. Everybody
could see that it was matter of only
few seconds when Jeffries would be
! forced to undergo the fatal count of
10 for the first time in all his life
The crowd-and it was Jeffries crowd
! too-seemed benumbed. All it's hope
had flown, all its courage was lost
JOHNSON ACTS QUICKLY
Johnson, never more than few feet
away from the vanqulsaed white man,
was on top of him like the proverbial
flash. He was again ready with both
of his marvelously effective hands. The
scene of the conflict shifted quickly to
the opposite side of the ring, where
Jeffries naged to wend his weary
way, with the heartless black in tire
less pursuit.
Once he cornered his opponent John
son rained lefts and rights to his jaw.
At least a dozen of these landed ere
Jeffries, for the third time, measured
his full six feet two on the canvas
floor
AT the count of eight he made his
last feeble, heart rending effort to rise,
but the action of Sam Berger prevented
further slaughter, further unnecessary
and cruel punishment
Towel in hand, with a sad, sorrowful
and desperate expression on his face.
Berger approached Rickard as Time
Keeper George Harding had counted
eight"
I'VE lose, Tex" said Berger, and with
this he threw in the towel
Jefries was fairly carried to his cor
ner by Berger. Jim Corbett, Joe
Choynski, Roger Cornell and his broth
er Jack. Tenderly they wiped his
bloody countenance and endeavored to
relieve the pain in his aching heart
by gently stroking his bruised. bat
tered body.
LIKE MAN IN TRANCE
Jeffries was like a man in a trance
He scarcely paid any attention to them
He did humble few feeble words
about his being tired after the first
rounds and he did say something about
his feeling all right after it was all
over, but this was ALL He wanted to
get away from the crowd.
While they were sadly leading Jeff
away to his dressing room Johnson
stood in the center OF the ring, his face
wreathed in a victorious smile as he
proudly posed before the battery of
moving picture cameras, all of which
seemed to be aimed directly at him.
AS for the battle itself, it was too
one sided, too uneven, too slow to be
called great, championship contest.
jeff did not have chance He was up
against class, which counted. He did
not have thing in his favor, not even
strength and aggressiveness. two quail
ifications which even the most ardent
Johnson admirers believed he would
show the world.
NO CHANCE TO WIN
Jeffries was outfought, outslugged,
outgamed, outgeneraled and outboxed
from the moment the bell sounded the
opening of the battle until Berger
came on with the signal of defeat.
There might have been few rounds
which, for the sake of easy expression,
may have been termed even, but they
were very few, and the only reason
why they looked even was simply be-
cause Johnson did not attempt to ex-
tend himself. He was laying off then,
resting up and secretly studying out
every move of his shaggy opponent.
POwERLESS AND CLUMSY
Jenries could not box. he was power
less to lead, he was slow in his feet,
clumsy in his hand movements, and
save for the first few rounds, like a
novice at blocking the many rights and
lefts which Johnson kept shooting In
at him at short intervals. At first
they believed JEFF to be stalling, but
the facts presented themselves before
the battle was half over. Jeff was