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

to the aStoniShment of everyone, the giant rallied.
 No one believed he could possibly weather that second round, but he pushed on under a veritable barrage of ham. mering not only to the end of that round, but to the close of the third. It was only a question of time when he must collapse, however He almost fell when he went back to his corner at the close of the third round and stood for an instant before he sat down. It is doubtful if he could have withstood an- other round of the punishment he had lived under in the nine minutes that had passed. In any event, he decided not to respond to the bell for the fourth.
 He was almost blind. He was a welter of blood. He was weak and unable to defend himself. He fought through the second and third rounds with courage He fought like good fellow. Perhaps the acme of gameness might have been reached he'd he gone out to be knocked senseless in the fourth round, but the spectacle had already passed the stage Of sport. It had become sheer butch cry. Willard decided wisely.
 And for all this he got $lOO0OO, besides the thousands he has collected at his training camp Lieutenant Locklear. Che aviator, changing planes in mid-air high above the heads of the crowd just before the fight. got nothing but the plaudits of the people. He couldn't ever hear thu plaudits.
 DEMPSEY GRINS AND
 SHAKES JESS HAND
 After it was all over, Willard walked out unsteady to meet his conqueror He congratulated him after the time hon. ored custom of beaten ring men. And Dempsey, showing his white teeth in a wide grin where before his face had been crinkled with sullen scowls, re- sponded with sort of condolence-what makes no difference now-before deliver ing himself up to his friends.
 { Then Willard lifted his ponderous bulk from the ring and went into fistic ob- livion still smiling that strangely sim pie smile. as they were raising the new champion high above the ring for all to, see. The cheers that once rang in Will iards ear were now the new king. The old pugilistic order had changed
 Youth had been served. Once while sitting in his corner beneath a dingy old umbrella covered with advertising signs, before the fight, Dempsey smiled. He sighted the ad, the cartoonist sit ting at the ring side and the beetling brows of the challenger softened as he relaxed his features. That was about the only time. His face was so set that many thought he was nervous. Over in
 
 brown umbrella, Willard fairly beamed on the crowd, holding pleasantly to fa- mlilar faces in the audience and gener- ally conducting himself like a man at a function given in his honor.
 few minutes later and he was stum- bling about the ring like an OK in a stall, dull-eyed and heavy-limbed It was startling transition Dempsey never even glanced at Willard until they nut ic Cnxrse When they stood together in the center Of the ring with their hands clasped for the benefit of the moving picture men, Jack did not look at his giant antogpnist. Once he winked at a bunch of newspaper friends. Willard, on the other hand, seemed pleasant and chatty. He seemed a friendly soul, trying to make up to d morose neighbor. When they faced each other to listen to the instructions of Ollie Pecord the referee, Dempsey starred at the floor. He scarcely seemed to be ls- tening. Willard was all attention and stil, very pleasant.
 The men returned to their corners and Dempsey continued to look everywhere but at Willard. Something went wrong with the bell. It was on Willard's side Of the ring and it gave off a feverish. light tinkle when Warren Barbour. the former amateur heavyweight champion. who was the official timekeeper, gave it tug.
 Willard heard it and started to leave his corner. Then he saw that Dempsey was still leaning against the ropes oppo site him, his back to the ring, and he realized that Jack had not heard Will lard glanced expectantly at the time Keeper. Barbour gave another yank and agaln the bell tinkled softly.
 Willard once more started forward. but stlll Dempsey did not hear He stood paving his feet on the canvas and gag Ing out over the crowd From a seat nearby his camp jester, Max Kaplan. a fellow from Long Branch, N. J.. where Dempsey used to train, was making an uhearthly outcry..> Jess nodded and smiled in most polite manner and finally Dempsey turned as the bell tinkled and Jack understood that the fight was on.
 They advanced toward one another Dempsey crouching slightly and his shoulders moving in that curious "shimmy'' style which he has made his own. Willard was fairly upright. Will lard made the first lead. It landed lightly. Dempsey paid no attention. but kept marching in. Willard dabbed at him slightly several times without much effect.