New Britain herald., 1920-03-29
GEORGES TOLD HOW
 TO BEAT DEMPSEY
|Jim Corbett Tells Carpentier,
 1 Make Champion Miss

hmazing and still astounding Jin crhctt yesterday, down Great Necl Way
 II was moment of real thrills fol everybody, for indcec the once mazing made the amazing feel quite Manforta blc in regard to a certain Nteestcr Jean Dempsey, who will evcl De buSaboo until the great question their individual supremacy is $cttled for all time. It was treat to see Corbett give his golden haired idol of France d hampionship oncc-over, up and own. around and around and Trough and through. which through lm Corbett's eyes, is quite an eye S had taken. Carpenter to his Great eek homo for dinner. and they aanced by Jim Corbett's estate. Would you like to run around and c him"" asked Curley.
 Would he? Would the great rench fighter of the latest school ic to see the man who made iccnsbcrry history? Would he? Would somebody please hold Mons. rpentier or he would jump out of c new Curlcy motor car through frc joy, And so they whizzed to k homo of 'Gentleman Jim.' And they were introduced, then it was ht torbetts eyes fairly danced over c clean cut form of the youth who pes to some day supplant him in : history. What do you weigh, orges?' was Corbett's first ques- II.
 The other day Carpenter couldn't swer that in our way of figuring. t Georges is quickly becoming one us. Tone hundred and seventy-two lnds. he said quickly in very Pd English.
 'orbett arched his heavy eyebrows. You do, Why, my hoy. you're enough to whip any man living might add, any that ever kd." said Corhett enthusiastically. Let me tell you something," he tered on in English as the good ley battered on in a vivid trans on, When I fought Peter Jack in San Francisco I weighed 16S. 1t lead in the pockets of my street hes to make me hit a higher fh than that, You see, l didn't t Jackson to know how light I
 1t would have been q feather is hat had he known that he was ting boy who scaled only 16S. before you were born, Carpen- fought and whipped John L. ivan when 1 weighed but ITS. Fhey'll tell you that Dempsey is big for you; said the same thing : lt Jackson and Sullivan in my It isn't case of bigness. It's brains: you have them. Maybe & pscy has them, too. He hasn't to prove it in the ring. You time and time again, You're ] boxer, Dem psey the hitter, The F, when he meets hitter must ] the hitter miss. You have got i vthing possible with which to ! Dempsey if you'll make, him i
 Make him be sure about {, ng Dempsey miss said -Corbett : turned to the. furiously trans Aeester Jean Curiey. Il Carpenter has 10 do is to
 for ten rounds and he'll whip : psey sure," insisted Cor5ett.
 rpentier drank in corbett's ! as if they had been great gob- ] of his own precious wines. In .
 he told Corbctt that he had . red bit about Wilard's size
 
 worried so. he explained . gh q long line of translators ming with Nate Lewis and wind D with the ever ready Meester Curley. hetts words has struck home, Carpenter actually seemed to t out in his very clothes. Then an odd thing. He whipped off vn neatly tutned sack coat and Corbett for his. He explained he wanted to measure famous iers in his own peculiar fash bett grinncd he saw his own slip loosely over Carpenters lers and fit him quite too soon,
 say over here. In turn Cor Tipped on Carpenters coat and big shoulders filled it out until
 s ln rather a pinched predica-
 Then Corbett turned to the tance of making Meester Jean Fey miss. mt mind about your size. Big h. quite. Just remember that
 her fellow is big, but mako him
 down to your size, which is by s him miss. If you get by
 Eey for a few rounds you have
 ous chance. If you get hit, oh.
 my goodness gracious said
 t, seemingly quite alarmed
 he thought of it. Then he
 would be exactly like me tight
 Jeffries the second time in
 got a terrible whack in
 mach in the second round and
 dead until it ended in the
 round. Everybody kept tell
 that l was winning, but I
 that l was losing, and l knew
 began to lose the moment he 1
 as he could hit. That is your