The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-07-03
GREATER STRENGTH
 WINS BIG BATTLE
 FOR JACK DEMPSEY
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 leaped in and drove a crashing right handler to Dempsey's jaw. Before Dempsey could recover Carpenter had struck again and again and still again, all right-nand blows. with fu- rious speed and strength behind them. Dempsey reeled back, his knees bent and his legs shook. He was staggering. He wavered to one side little before he could turn to meet his man, and again Carpenter clout- ed him on the chin. Dempsey made few quick little steps and like a bluff-bowed ship beating off shore against heavy sea. went lurching ahead He was dazed. but still grim mer, more doggedly determined for the beating that came to him. Great Champion
 In the moment there was no doubt that Jack Dempsey was champion. No doubt that he could take punish ment and fight, for Carpenter had hit him harder than any man ever hit him before, and he was weather ing it. Carpenter tried another ral- ily, and Jack met him. swinging. blow for blow For once, Dempsey was wild, his fists hit nothing but the empty air, as the Frenchman changed his plan for moment and slipped deftly out of danger.' The second was Carpenters round-but it was still anybody's fight. Still. as Dempsey went to his corner, his sec onds worked on him furiously, and Jack Kearns, his veneer of calmness gone, put a trembling hand on the ropes and leaned over to give hur- ried instructions. Carpenter, in his corner, looking anxiously across the ring, had red lump under his left eye, and his nose was cut, Dempsey being still unmarked.
 The third started like another whirlwind. Dempsey went straight across the ring, and Carpenter slipped deftly away and tucked un- der blow that might have dropped him. He was studying Dempsey, again watching keenly for an open ing. intent on holding his advantage and taking less risk of being stopped by Dempseys slashing blows. Demp- sey held his hands high, just under his chin, as if to guard against the right-hand blows that had dazed him before.
 Carp Slows Up.
 He was as strong as ever, Carpen- tier missed two or three times and as they came into close quarters he suddenly shifted his attack and dr>ve two terrific right hand uppercuts be- reath Dempsey's high guard. landing fairly on chin. His cold blue fighting eyes were alert, his lips drawn in a slight smile as he watched Dempseys face to see how much he was hurt. Apparently he felt himself masten of the situation. but he was making no mistakes. The championship was within reach of his hand. there was fast, hard fighting. Dempsey pressing in, driving spiteful punches to the Frenchman's body whenever they came to grips, Carpenter outboxed him, moved swiftly and leaped high on his toes to attack and leaping away to safety, but Carpenter was weakening. His speed came in spas modic spurts-amazing speed. and power but not continuous like Dempsey's attacks. Just before the end of the round the champion drove a terrible right hand blow into Car, pentiers body. Carpenter clung hard in clinch; he was weak. But 1t was still anybody's fight when the bell rang, and now in the fourth, Dempsey drew on his reservoir of strength and pressed Carpenter hard. The French boy was shifty, foxy, alert; he leaped in to attack and his quick blows struck home. but they seemed to lack the crushing force of the round before
 The body hammering was bringing him down Carpenter hit Dempsey on the chin. laft and right, and Demp- sey retaliated With crushing body blow fairly in the pit Before Carpen- tier could move a short left hook struck him on the chin. and he went down heavily on his face. The crowd leaped up and a roar went from ringsde to the fluttering American and French flags in the distance, Dempsey walked back to his corne-. Carpenter pulled his legs up little and lay there motionless Ertle tolled off the seconds up to nine and at the sound the game French man leaped from flat on his stomach to his feet whirled and waited for Dempsey to come to him.
 Down For Count
 Carpentier was in sad condition. he was dazed and weak. but he sliped aside little to eaade Dcmpsey's first rush. and faced his man with gleam- Ing eyes and smile on his lips. Dempsey closed deliberately there was little swirling scrimmage, and out or It shot Carpenter in a headlong plunge, dropped by Dempsey's short right hand blow to the chin.
 Dempsey walked away, and the French boy rolled to his side, lifeted 1 his leg and tried with all his might | to come up again. >4Iis eyes were shut and his forehead creased with effort. He raised little as the count went on, but fell back help less when Ertle reached TO-
 Then and only then, Descamrs leaped into the ring, his face twisted