New-York tribune., 1918-07-28
Volley of Right and Left
Hooks to Jaw Ends
Contest
By Fred Hawthorne

the ring of the arena at Harrison Field.
Newark, N. j., yesterday afternoon
Fulton was counted out by Referee Eek
hardt, never regaining his feet after he
had fallen PROSTATE under a storm of
right and left hooks to the jaw, and
thus ended the much advertised bout
for the Heavyweight championship of
the world" bout that it had taken
months to arrange and pull off.
The crowo was so stunned bv the
sudden ending of the fight that for
few seconds, as the lanky Fulton lay
sprawling on his back, half supported
by the lowest ring rope, the sun beat
ing down on his pale face, there was
silence Then, as Fred's seconds ran
frantcally around to the side of the
ring where the defeated man was
swaying, half on the rope, half on the
floor of the ring, there was a sudden
increasing bedlam of sound, and men
started to pour from the box seats and
the grandstands, all headed for the
ring As Eckhardt reached the count of
seven Fulton slowly turned over and
lay face down, making feeble efforts to
rise by pushing his right foot under
him.
Dempsey Aids His Victina
AS the referee finished the count
Dempsey, who had been standing
few feet away, waiting for his fallen
foe to rise, jumped around behind his
victim and helped Eckhardt carry Full
ton to his corner. Then Jack raised
his own right hand above his head and
shook his gloved fist in acknowledge
ment of the wild shrieks from those
who were hailing the victor.
There Warp Sparcplu TON h1ouc c%rt,cl,
IN the entire fight. The first round
began with Dempsey rushing from his
corner and going to close quarters
with Fulton at once. The giant from
Minnesota, the man who was regarded
as the logical successor of Jess Willard
until yesterday, tried to keep the Utah
heavyweight away by sticking his long
Dempsey, and Jack bored in, chasing
his opponent around the ring.
Rushes Fulton to Ropes
Dempsey came in wide open, but his
rush carried Fulton before it until the
ropes, and then the man from Utah
tented with his left for the body, the
blow doing no damage. But as Fulton
dropped his arms to ward off the punch
Dempsey made lightning shift ard
drove terrific right hand to the ribs.
Fred turned his body sideways with
the force of the blow and a sheepish
grin flickered on his lips, but just for
second.
That punch was the beginning of the
end. for Fulton was a beaten man
then. and when Dempsey suddenly
shifted his attack to the head and
landed crushing right and left hooks,
first to the left and then to the right
side of the giants jaw, Fulton's long
legs crumpled under him and he
toppled over backward, crashing to the
floor of the ring almost parallel to the
ropes on the western side.
Fred fell in such a manner that
his left leg fell over the lower rope,
which bent under the weight, and there
ne lay swaying up and down with
the motion of the rope and threatening
TO fall out of the ring.
Referee Counts Fulton Out
Eckhardt jumped in front of the
beaten fighter, bent down low and
started the count, raising and lowering
his hand as he tolled off tlre numbers.
Dempsey fitted about behind Eckhardt,
ready to pounce on Fulton the mo-
ment the latter got to his feet, but as
he count went on and it was seen that
the Minnesota giant had done all his
nghting for the day Jack stepped away
and waited. his face flushed and his
eyes a-klndle.
Mike Collins, Fulton's manager. and
rushed to the side of the ring and
shrieked at their man, one imploring
MN to get up, another threatening him
and still another showering him with
water from sponge. Fulton was deaf
alike to threats and entreaties, but the
cold water, partly aroused his numbed
brain and he rolled gently over on his
stomach, at the same time making vain
efforts to raise his head
Strives Vainly to Rise
At EIGHT" Fred, clawing weakly
with his legs to get footing on the
canvas ring covering, managed to get
his right foot under his body and at
tempted to struggle up, but moment
later he fell back again, his face rest
ing sideways on the floor, and it was
over.
Eckhardt had finished the count ard
ne and Dempsey, aided by the handlers,
mad started to drag the inert hulk that
mad been a contender for the worlds
heavyweight championship, to the
waiting chair in Fulton's corner.
it was an old story to Dempsey, this
knocking out his opponent in round
excited as he realized that champion
ship and fortune were within his
grasp, for it is not supposed that Will
lard will ever enter the ring again.
After shaking Fulton's nerveless hand
ne started for his own corner and
seemed anxious to get to his dressing
room, far away across the baseball
field.
Crowd Surges Into Ring
But by this time the -onrushns
crowd had reached the ringside and be-
gan climbing, falling, pushing in.
breaking down the press stand as it
stormed over and swarming about the
conqueror with shouts and hyterieal
laughter. Jack Kearns, Dempseys
manager threw a bath robe over the
lighters shoulders and tried to keep
the foremost of the attacking party
back.
But, despite the efforts of the Har-
r'son Home Guard, armed with loaded
carbnes, the Newark police, with
their nightsticks, and the handlers of
both fighters, Dempsey was tossed
about the ring for fully five minutes
before some semblance of order was
restored and he could escape
Fulton in the meantime was going
through the experience that is the lot
OF all defeated fighters. He sat in his
chair, head bowed down almost be-
tween his knees, legs sprawled out in
front of him, with Collins showering
MS head with water from the bucket.