The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-16

he was out of place in the prize ring. He lacked dash of the pirate which would permit him to mete out gory and unmerciful licking and give him an air of bravado in the presence of rough necks." His father was composer of music in India which may servo to explain BOmbardier's the League of Nations special on Sat high strung temperament
 "Bomby'' entered the ring clad in q red and black blazer jacket He smiled affably to all sides and his gentIemanly demeanor made a good impression on the better sort of sports. But he somehow looked a little too nice for a fighter. And Gotham, accustomed to real hard
 boiIed' fighting men, couldn't get over the blazer jacket. Finally the impossible gallery god" the Joe Miller of F1stiana, piped ''When do we serve tea, Bomby?" Wells caught the remark and smiled in an embar- rassed sort of way.
 An outburst of cheering greeted the burIy Palzer shOuldering his passage through the thickly crowded isle with his handlers. A worn cap pulled rakishly over one eye, and encased in | rect antithesis to the weu-groomed BOmbardier. Divesting himself of cap and robe the ox-like Al imme- diately grabbed the ropes in his cor ner and bracing his feet on the post proceeded to use them as he would ! rowing machine handles. He fair ly shook the whole arena and the | quivering ropes in Wells corner call
 ed his attention to the unusual pro- ceeding. It was the first time he had ever seen Palzer and his broad 1 back and huge general makeup made an impression hard to analyze. It 1 is certain, however, that it carried
 no inspired confidence with 1t.
 Palzer answered the bell with his characteristic rush. Wells, lightly | poised on his toes and in correct box | ing posture, avoided his bulky an ! t~goni5t without landing blow. i "Go get i'm Al, he's afraid to mi7. l it!" came the cry from the PaIzer an i gle of the ring. Al seemed to agree i with his handler, concerning his op- i POnents desire to fight for he lower | ed his yellow head and plunged in, | intent on forcing a scTimmage Then | a most astonishing thing transpired. i Quick as Q flash, but with the easy | grace of Q bag-pupcher starting to l warm up on the ball, Wells hooked l his right-in true Mccoy corkscrew | fashion to the point of Palzer's chin. | Al turned a complete somersault in | mid-air and landed on his left ear which curled over as if to provide a ] cushion for AIS head against tha
 hard floor. It was one of the hard est knock-downs New York had ever
 seen. Al took half the count. When he found his bearings the Englishnan i released a beating, the like of which New York had never seen before
 Timing his cutting hooks to perfec-
 tion Wells literally cut Palzer to rib l bons for the remainder of the round ] dropping him again hard for the ! count of eight just before the bell | The big farmer reeled to his corner | practically out. His face was mis-
 shapen blotch of blood with eyes
 closed to blue slits the Palzer physi-
 ognomy resemb1ed more a carmine
 Mardi Gras carnival mask than any | thing human How he lasted the
 round will forever remain a mystery
 to those at the ringside that night. II
 looked like a walk-over for the Eng | lishmap in the next round.
 Frantic work by his seconds man. aged to restore a little energy to the
 battered Palzer, for the next round
 Put all you've got into one punchH
 counselled Tom O'Rourke, AIS man. ager as the chair was whisked from
 under the big blend. Weak as he was Al knew no other method but rush
 ing. Wells renewed his gOry task o1 again putting the carmine mask or
 his foe. He jolted Al furiously, land
 ing six to one. but Palzer, like An
 taeus, grew redoubled strength the | onger he remained on his fet. The one punch in six that he scored wa!