The Birmingham age-herald., 1919-07-05

young mountain llOn III human
 hills of Colorado.
 He was a sad sight as he sat there. This ponderous fellow who four short years ago was acclaimed mightiest of men when he beat down old Black Jack Johnson. The right side of his face was a pulp, where the fists of the Indian brown boy from the centennial state had been landing for nine minutes with fear full force. The right eye of the cham pion was completely hidden behind that bloody smear His left eye peered over a lump of flesh in grotesque fashion.
 The great dough-like body of the giant was splotched with red patches. They were the aftermath of Dempsey % gloves humping there and giving back a hollow sound as they thumped. At the feet of the gargantuan pugilist was a dark spot which was slowly widening on the brown canvas as it was replenished by the drip drip, drip of blood from the mans wounds He was flecked with red from head to foot. The flesh on his enormous limbs shook like custard.
 LIKE A VICTIM OF
 RAILROAD WRECK
 He was like man who had just been pulled from under the wreck of an auto or 8 railroad train, or who had met with some other grave accident. He blinked the one eye through which he could still
 
 out over tte heads of the crowd that had gathered to see something like this a.s In the corner opposite him, tugging at , the ring ropes, like a pet terrier tugging at the leash and scratching his feet on < the resined canvas with sinister impa. tience, was the saddle-colored demon who had ripped and pounded and slashed this tremendous fellow into this distressing state.
 It seemed incredible and yet it was so. Another round was coming on, another round of mauling and maltreatment for { the giant. The OK cannot beat the tiger The bruised lips of the champion moved. He was mumbling some words. An in- stant later and he was no champion of the world
 MONOGRAM POSSES OUT SYMBOL OF SURRENDER
 Walter Monaghan, sergeant in the United States army, and Williards' chief second, bent his head close to the bleed- < ing mouth to hear what he had to say. Then Monaghan turned and tossed a ' towel into the ring. This towel was slightly spotted with blood The rag rose no higher than the ring ropes and fell Imply, but it represented the formal 7 transfer of the heavyweight champion- ship crown. It was surrender.
 It was Willards order. Another instant passed until the crowd realized what had occurred and then forty thousand persons went raving crazy for the mo- ment.
 The towel had no sooner hit the ring floor than Willard was on his feet Walking over to meet the already ad- svancing Dempsey, with his gloved hand 7 Soutstretched. One side of his face-the side which was not swollen, carried a strange smile
 A SAD, SILLY SMILE
 WAS ON HIS FACE
 He had worn that same smile through out the short fight. It was on the un- smashed side of his face as he sat in his corner thinking what thoughts no one but Jess Willard knows. It was the Strangest smile have ever seen. It was a smile shall not forget if live to be a thousand, and yet it was a smile I find hard to describe. It was silly sort Of a smile, as of a simple fellow who cannot exactly understand what is hap pening to him.
 It first appeared when that brown man, little man as compared to this preposterously big fellow, first leaped upon him in the opening round, clawing like some animal, it was there when the huge man sat in neutral corner in the late stages of that round,. his legs out straight before him and his enormous hairy torso upright.
 AS he sat in that position smiling that silly smile, he was most ridiculous spectacle. He was plainly completely daxed by the punches which had been pumped into his face and frame and he reminded one of a drunken man sitting in an alley playing with his hands or of a simpleton picking at coverlid.
 Willard was almost knocked out in that first furious rush of the Colorado boy. In fact. everybody thought he was out and that the fight was over. The faulty bell had tinkled, but few had heard it. Men rushed into the ring and confronted Dempsey. The new champion was leav- ing the ring when Ollie Pecord, the Tol- edo referee, who had kept his heed wei during the clamor, made his handlers un- lerstand that only the round was over.
 Then Jack Kearns, Dempsey's manager drew him back to his corner. The ring was cleared The crowd settled back and the bell tapped again. Out went Willard, smiling that simple smile, his flabby legs shaking under every step