The Birmingham age-herald., 1919-12-08
Georges Carpentier Tells How He
 Won Title As Champion Of Europe
Famous French War Hero Who Defeated Beckett Describes His Brief Battle in London Last
 Week.
By GEORGES CARPENTER

By GEORGES CARPENTER (written exclusively for the New York
 Tribune; copyrighted in United States
 and Canada. 1919)
 London, December 6-I have read Joe Beckett's statement. He has said he does not know how it all happened. Well then, 1 will tell him just how it hap pened, for I saw it all, and it is something I will not forget.
 When he stood up with his head bent and kind of tucked away into the great massive mahogany -colored shoulders and with a clear road for my left hand, the feeling of nervousness that had seized me when l first got into the ring and heard the roar of the mighty crowd left me as if l had been put un- der magic spell. I admit there had been considerable apprehension mixed with that nervousness.
 Suddenly I knew. 1 was positive l could win, and l knew I would not win by just lucky blow. l felt an open ing as wide as field for me to carry out the first principles of boxing-to drive in my left hand
 So 1 brought myself to suppose was a vastly bigger man. l forgot for the moment I was a stone lighter and shut my memory to all the stories that Beckett was a human sledge hammer
 Reached His Nose.
 My left went out with all the swift ness and straightness that could put into it. I reached his nose. The won- der was that 1 did not smash it. The impact I felt was terrific. l felt the giant frame of Beckett shake and quiv- CT. I thought l saw stars In those strange eyes.
 You. remember he then came at me and forced me back almost to the ropes under which sat MT Angle, the referee. Beckett with his right and left tried to send punches to my body, but he did not hurt me in the least. l had ranged my blows so that he could not make for the direction which he in- tended.
 We clinched, and MT. Angle called on us to break. 1 worked around and Beckett tried an uppercut. l bent my head back and so avoided it. Then l jabbed him very hard with my lett hand in the face twice, and again con vulsive shivers seemed to go through HIS DOdy.'
 At once I decided to try the right. know that i fBeckett got through this round he might by the immensity ot his strength pull himself together, so I there and then, believing as 1 did that he had come near to being be- wildered resolved to take the chance.
 There was his chin. To me in my frame Of mind 1t was many chns rolled into one. IL was unprotected. It in- < vited q blow. Getting on my toes and pumping every ounce in my nervous system to the bursting point, crashed my right full on the point of the jaw Hit Him Hard.
 Down went Beckett as I have seen men drop when they have been shot. l said to myself, If he can get up, he is the most wonderful man alive, and I may have to walk back to Paris" l don't think I ever hit anybody so hard or so surely in the right place as did Joe Beckett.
 When the blow landed I imagined that something had snapped. When stood off and looked down at Beckett I could not repress a feeling of exuita- ton. I would not hurt the feelings oi Beckett for the world. I am sure he is the best of fellows but when he stood and began to move around l re- {. garded him as being very slow and with no style whatever. The fight was