The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-07-03

flower; the simile should be applit smiling Georges looked more like { the mighty Dempsey, as they faced afternoon.
 Game to the last, but as frail and delicate looking as a member of the gentler sex, compared to the Drowned and rugged Dempsey, Car pentier fought his way to the canvas He didn't seem to realize that he never had chance. Even with his nose broken and bleeding and his body torn asunder by left and right hooks, he seemed osthink the spirit of they shall not pass" would carry him through to victory, and once il seemed that this Frenchman, the man with the phantom fists, would sur irise the world with a victory. II was in the second that he landed a right hook on Dempsey's jaw
 Dempsey Staggered
 The blow went home with the speed of lightning flash, and the champion careened to the ropes. He stayed between the hemp for mo- ment--not down, but wavering---and then he recovered, going into a olinch. 1t was the first and only time during the four rounds of fight ing that Dempsey went to the clinch with Carpenter without ringing blows to the body in the infighting The champion In this round looked slow and worried.
 The lips curled after the round was over, however, the tousled hair dropped over the right eye, and those who know the greatest piece of fight ing machinery the world has ever seen realized that he was mad through and through. and having weathered the round, would go in to finish it as soon as possible.
 Dempsey never finished Carpenter with the decisive blows he sent to Jess Willards heart and jaw two the crown from Willard were blows placed at an unprotected spot.
 Wearing Down Punches
 The punches that crushed Carpen- tier and shattered his dream and am- bition of a lifetime were wearing down punches that found their way through fists that guarded. but fists that were unable to ward off the champions pile-driving fists. In the final fourth, three lefts to the body then three more, and then left hook to the jaw, followed by right cross, sent Carpentier to the canvas for a count of nine. It was bloody murder to continue the fight. But Georges, game to the final whisper and mak- ing supreme effort to weather the round, struggled to his feet at the count of nine.
 He wobbled, he reeled, he was un- protected. Dempsey shot left and LAYING TT BEFORE PRESIDENT From Leslie's,
 There is growing an extra con stitutional custom of putting it up to the President" When two ar gumentative combinat ations ram them selves to a standstilI, they disen- tangle their horns and stand at the White House bleatlng for the shep- herd of the flock. If this were a patriarchal society the custom would be a duty. But we have a representative system at present.
 The hgurative conceptions ' of a Great Father in Washington was poetic in the days of Indian pilgrim ages. It is an anomaly when the President is made U. s. depository .of protests and clearing house of troubles.
 The hay notion of Coxey's army that In Washington there existed an omnipotence that could drop mamma on the plates of the starving has de- luded men of a much higher type. Freight shippers, yarn-spiners and breeders looking for stray colts of fer their tribulations to a man all ready burdened with the heaviest load borne by mortal being. Let these burden bearers unload before constitutional tribunal. If they will commune circumspectly with themselves and with the reality of things, they will see that to unfold the obscurest truth requires the la bor of all the angels-that to give understanding to the minutest fact taxes the wisdom of all the sanhe- drins--and that the utmost the Pres ident may do is to maintain the prerogatives of his high office with in the precincts of that still higher law which must ultimately settle eyerybody's legal troubles.