New-York tribune., 1918-07-28
Placid Plasterer Proves Me.
dium of New Method of
Reckoning Fighting Time
By Louis Lee Arms

AT the Hudson Terminal Station I
purchased, for the modest sum of 81
cents, fifteen-day excursion ticket to
Newark 1t is evident that the Hudson
q Manhattan Railway Company never
thought the Fulton-Dempsey bout was
going to last only twenty-three Sec
onds. Still, you never can tell abont
these glass" jaws.
Most of US are accustomed to ra-
mlemberlng ring battles by rounds. and
lucky to do that. 1t is an added hard
snip when you have to recall q FIGHT
by seconds. My sole recollection Of
Mr.. Fulton's twilight sleep is two ring
warriors, one in white trunks. the Other
in green. The Placid Plasterer looked
more cautious.
Dempsey rushed. yellow gloves flew
through the air. and suddenly the
Placld Plasterer was half on his back,
lettering on the bottom rope of the
quadrangle, with silly look on his
mug. He continued to recline there
while Referee John P. Eckhart stood
over him and told off the seconds.
Fulton Sits-and Blinks
After awhile Fulton got up and
bllnked and blnked again, as silly as
you please. At length he sat in his
corner, and none of his retinue sobbed
on his shoulder. He simply sat there
and bllnked and blinked, as though this
was the most impossible of all worlds.
meantime Dempsey was rushing about,
making heroic efforts to repress his de-
sire to shout. He even forgot to shake
the hand of the Placid Plasterer until
his manager observed the omission and
sent him over to the still blinking
kangaroo. So they shook hands, which
was one of the few times Fulton laid a
glove on Dempsey. But it was too late
to count.
The Home Guard at Harrison, N. j..
put in an arduous afternoon. Along
ABOUT the hour that the majority of our
cltlzens were searching for sugar for
their iced tea the 50 boys in the centre
held bleachers decided they were too
lar away from the centre of action. Ac
cordlngly, and in more or less concert.
they went over the top Like ants thew
went scurrylng here and there-but
mostly in the direction of the $40 seats
and the Home Guard, which was
there for precisely such an emergency.
went out to stop them.
1T was very interesting. The khaki
clad Home Guard, wildly gesticulatine
with their guns and their hands. called
upon the raiders to stop, threatening
dire things, none of which exactly
eventuated '
There could be little criticism of the
1ndlvldual efforts of the Home Guard.
but their team work was-well. err
rotten. In contrast the Two-Dollar
Boys seemed to be conducting a pre-
meditated attack by the wave method
waves of white shirts as it were.
NJ. jacques Curley distinguished him
self. AS the enemy approached the
southeast sector he stepped forth from
his pill-box and with a half-arm blow
knocked squat-built citizen kicking.
he laid there while the canaries sang.
though eventually the police awakened
him.
Rough With Militia Men
Meantime, the Home Guard, fighting
its battles individually, was having
rough weather. One valiant minute
man came tearing across the field. with
his. rife raised at a menacing angle,
and it looked as though he was Going
to shoot Maybe he was But at the
precise moment when it seemed he
would have to do something or run
right out of the Park he tripped and
slid fifteen feet through the very dusty.
red dust of dear old New jersey. Out
of respect for the Home Guard none