The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-06-13
RIVAL WILLARD AND JACK
 DEMPSEY CAMPS IN TOLEDO
 DECLARE WAR ON EACH OTHER
Spying Statements With Announcement F o n Champion That He Will "Stop" Challenger Starts Things-Ca News.

CTS, managers and associates at the Willard and Dempsey camps in any thing but a happy mood. Gloom IS all that one finds at either place. Big Jess has the fighting grurnps and has already made it publicly known that he will knock out Dempsey. This statement followed word received by the champion that Dempsey had men spying on him when he trained.
 The boys here have got Willard to- a. boiling pitch" and 1t is safe to say that were the battle scheduled for today the pride from Frisco would have all he could do, for Jess is hon. est-to- goodness sore-and Jess him self admits that when he's sore he's mad So there you are. Another thing that has got Willard's nanny is the statement that Jack Dempsey has christened Bill Tate, "the Black Jess Willard of the Dempsey outfit"
 Somebody dropped the story to Jamaica Kid. the ink-hued demon who split Dempsey's eye the other day. Kearns met him going down the road in the direction of Willard's camp this morning.
 How come and where to?" asked Kearns
 Down to Mistuh Willyard's camp. He has got a lot of spahin' pahtnuhs down dere as is nifty wifi de glubs. Ise a gwine down der to knock all ob dsn loose from dere intuhlets."
 You stay right on a. bee line to the Dempsey camp" said Kearns, as he turned the dusky one around and fac ed him for home. I'll do all the matchmaking for the camp" added Kearns
 And the match making is going on full blast. Kearns wants Willard to allow Monahan to fight Tate, Hem pei to fight Jamacia Kid and so on down to the chefs. Nick Albanez, Dempsey's prize chef. wants to fight the boss cook of the Willard camp. Kearns suggests that the rival culi- nary kings cook a dinner for the visit ing scribes, the winner to take all the compliments.
 And so is the temper of both mus cle building shops. Willard is really huffy about it. He actually got Kearns on the phone today and pour ed no oil on the troubled waters by challenging in person. Looks like trouble and lot of it.
 Dempsey and Willard were visited today by Joseph Cudahy. the Chica- go packer Cudahy is q real fight fan
 
 hands warmly. Mrs. Cudahy accom- panied her husband.
 Dempsey made the natives gasp In astonishment today by punching the light bag loose from it's noorings. It wasn't the old Bob F'itzsimmons stunt of breaking the rope. co Dempsey tore the thing out by the roots, socket, screws and all. The bag was sent .-.lw. .4% off half a dozen straw hats on its journey. Right then and there young MT. Dempsey picked up a host of brand new admirers.
 And this-for faithful price fight ing housewives: Jack Dempsey spares no expense. so far as his training ta1 b1e is concerned. For instance, he pays s1 a pound for the butter he uses.
 Jess Willard received the following message today from Major Anthony Drexel Riddle, President of Army Navy and Civilian Board of Boxing Controls:
 'I have to thank you on behalf of my board for the spirit of true sports manship which in the interests Of good, clean boxing you have shown in agreeing to abide by the decision in regard to a referee. Be assured that if my board accepts the responsibil- ity our decision will meet with your approval"
 Jess Willard worked we'll yesterday and there was noticeable improve ment in his breathing. He did not box as hard as he did the day before | but he went through six rounds un- der a relentless sun, without any signs ! of distress. This cannot be said of his first few days here. Jess puffed | like donkey engine when he began work. but yesterday he skinned l through like six-day, go-as-you- please runner.
 Jess withstood bombardment from a flock of photographers with unusually good grace. He posed this way and that, allowing a half dozen of | the camera men to wheel him about in their efforts to make Jess register ! Foreclosures" Jess improved on ! their staging a few moments later. while shadow boxing. He would walk into a corner, eyes popping in preterded viciousness and bending over in a fighting crouch, would say: | Get me, fellows. I've got i'm in a corner. Quick before I K. o. him." And then Jess would put over the | ina ginary crusher to the tune of a | dozen clicking reflex picture boxes. Jess does one little stunt in training | that ought to be quite a tryout for most tired business men. Standing erect he suddenly twists sideway and then bends over until the palms of | I,IS r, de no I'Dandy and a terror on imperfect 3s's. | Then entries were sent in too late and Paul Pilgrim refused to accept them as post entries. A strict rule of | the club bars entries after closing | time.