Norwich bulletin., 1910-12-30
TALES TOLD
 AT THE RlNGSIUE By w. A. PheIon.
JACK DEMPSEYS KNOCKOUT
 PUNCH.
By w. A. PheIor

Jack Dempsey, the Nonpareil. was one of the grandest samest ktt!s fighters that ever donned the gloves. He knew not the mea ming of fear and he stood to tho guns in many a battle where the odds were 10 to i that hs wouldn't last halfway-and won. He won on pluck, nerve and superior speed, but not upon the punch. Demp- sey couldn't hit hard enough to punch a dent in 8 pound of butter.
 Dempseys lack of a wallop simply made his battles longer. He outgamed his men, outfasted them, and fired in so many of his little stinging iabs that the other fellows finally gave up or went to the mat fro mtheir own exertions. The Nonpareil, bar the fluke knockout handed him by George LaBlanche, beat all his men in this fashion, and was never rightly down ed till he met the one master of them all--the man who could hit as well aS box, and whose terrific drives were too much for Dempseys endurance and experienced skill-the great FftzsiM- mons
 Once. however. earlier in his sareer, Dempsey came near to getting his. and getting it good. A barrel stave saved hin1-a barrel stave and the sinful l head of quick thinking manager. Dempsey was out with "an athletic combination that was touring Penn syivania The athletes were really putting up good show, but the pub- lie wasn't responding to any great ex- tent and the box office takings were pretty skinny. At last it came down to cases. The sho wwas playing | town near Pittsburg-Charleroi, if memory serves right--and there was just enough coin in sight to take ev- eryone home to dear old Manhattan. Dempsey was meeting all corners. and offering $100 to anyone who stuck | four rounds. Despite the Nonpareirs l fbA Iot lao s,A rank novces who had been trying for l the money had all succumbed inside l of the limit, and the century had rest l ed securely in the managerial jeans 1 On this night at Charleroi, however, different customer appeared. He wes :, 8 gigantic rolling mill man, weighing 225, splendidly muscled. and quick as 1 a cat with hands and feet, while he had the good old fighting nams of Paddy Daily.
 Before Daly had been in action one minute, it was evident that the Non parei1 not only couldn't knock him out, but would be lucky if he escaped alive. for Daly was 8 fighter grim and great. Round after round the stage
 he drove Dempsey, while all Char1eroi stood up and believed approximation.
 If Daly got the hundred, all bets were off with that athletic comibina ion and 1t would have to trudge the ties for home. Tough situation? It was tougher than raWh1de or sun n-tanneG leather.
 Round and round the arena Daly pursued the Nonpareil, who fought hard and landed necessarily, but with
 out even iarring the rolEng- mill man.
 Dempsey could hit that giant 100 times without effect, but if Daly ever con nected once. sondly, 1t was good night and bar the doors. Two rounds went by Three and Dempsey was all in. When the fourth round began, the Nonpareil was fighting for his 1ifa. and Daiy was carrying the attack lfke a demon. DeMpsey's manager ,in ut- ter misery was wai1inE in the wings. Near him stood a barrel used in | trick acrobatic act. He wrenched . stake loose from the barrel
 Round the stage the fighters came, Dempsey, in a supreme effort, backed Daily into the wings Bingaloo! BOFF! The barrel stave crashed against the back of Daly's head and he fell Nike & dead man. The show was sawed. q thought Dempsey couldn't hit" groEled Da1y in the dressing room Why, say, bo he hit me so hard feel it clean through to de back Sv me head right now!"
 Copyrighted by J. A. Robie.)