The Glasgow courier. [volume] (Glasgow, Mont.) 1913-current, 1919-07-11

peared to completely daze and take
away from the title holder all power
to either protect himself or fight back
as had been expected by his admirers.
Whether he could have stood up bet
ter under the battering of Dempsey
a few years ago will always be a
mooted question in the years to come
when today's battle is discussed. 1t
cannot be denied, however, that Will
lard was in good condition and dis
played gameness up to the moment his
seconds persuaded him to relinquish
the championship to Dempsey.
This was demonstrated by the fact
that the Kansas giant received in nine
minutes Of fighting far more punish
ment than did Jefferies at the hands
of Jack johnson in their IS round bout
at Reno, and yet was able to respond
to the bell had his seconds been cal
loused enough to send him again to
the slaughter.
Even after the disastrous ending of
the first round, Willard flashed a mo-
mentary comeback in the second which
for a few seconds led to the belief
among his supporters that he would
weather the storm and carry the bat
tie along on even terms for a few ses-
sions at least. 1t was the last flicker
of a spirit which was stronger than
the flesh. Another sweeping right
arm smash that flew over Wizards
shoulder and landed flush on his swol-
len, bleeding jaw took the last ounce
of resistance out of the giant and
made his downfall a matter of but
minutes.
New Champ Not Oroginal.
An analysis of the newly crowned
champion shows nothing new in his
fighting methods. He tore into his OPP
ponent at top speed as has always
been his fighting custom, and simply
battered his way to the pinnacle Of
pugilism by the speed of his blows
and the overwhelming power that trav-
eled from the huge shoulder muscles
down through the brawny arms and
into the clinched fists armored with
five ounce gloves. He made little or
no attempt at defensive work, and
not more than five or six times during
the nine minutes Of battling did he
resort to footwork to avoid Willard.
Once the new canvas was stretch
ed there was little delay in bringing
the principals into the ring. Dempsey
appeared at $3.50 o'clock and Willard
a minute later. They were stripped
ready for action, Willard wearing
short, tight fitting blue worsted
trunks with an American flag belt,
while Dempsey wore short loose trunks
like those of a Splinter. During the
few preliminary details both were COW
cred with huge umbrellas to keep the
sum from their uncovered heads.
At nine minutes after 4 the weak
gong, which later caused so much con-
fusion, changed and the battle was on.
Round One.
Willard doomed up like a goliath
against his five inch shorter David
and opened the engagement by pump
ing his long left twice into Dempsey's
face with force enough to make the
latter blink. The challenger missed
a swing and, slipping into a clinch,
landed three body blows with his free
left hand, carrying but little force.
Willard held him easily in a clinch
and partly turning him around, used
his rapier-like left again, once to the
head and once to the body, after the
break.
Then Dempsey, as if he had got the
range, opened his heavy artillery and
swung a Earring left to the jaw, fol-
lowed by a right and left to the body.
The almost superhuman power of the
punches Immediately was apparent. A
partly silly, partly stupid expression
o~verspread the champions face and
as he rocked on his heels his whole
body quivered. He pulled himself to-
gether and, as Dempsey crowded in
again, shot a left to the mouth and
repeated to the eye. The blows did
not even cause his youthful nemesis
to hesitate and lodging past the out
stretched left as it snapped for the
third time, he whipped over a right
and left almost simultaneously, the
blows landing flush on Wizards jaw,
and for the first time in his champion
ship career Willard was dropped to
the floor. He was up again at the
count of six only to be sent to the
anvas again with another right as he
rose slowly to his feet. The blood
began to pour from his mouth. He
turned away from his opponent, who
struck again twice with his right. Will
lard fell on his hands and knees. When
he arose Dempsey crowded him into a
corner and with a right and left to
the face sent him to the floor again,
AS he arose a fusillade of body blows
dropped him in a corner, where he sat
when the bell terminated the round.
and led Dempsey to believe that Will
lard had been counted out.
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