New-York tribune., 1921-06-03
Mystery Reigns
In Challeng,er's
Training Camp
French Champion Conduct
ing a Clever Campaign i'm
Arena Owsi:ssd the Barn
By C. F. Fitzgerald

. N~rH 9 SA>~s
MANHASSET', L. l., June 2.--Georges
Carpenter walked, dog -trotted. pushed,
climbed, crawled, rolled and otherwise
negotiated his way over eight miles of
rough country this morning. This af-
ternoon he was principal performer in
a star-chamber session with Francois
Deschsmps, his manager, and Paul
Journee, the French heavyweight, as
the only witnesses.
There was as much mystery in what
went on in the open-air arena behind
the barn, with all approaches guarded
by hillsdes and barbed-wire, as there
is in the statement of Camille Flam-
marion, noted French scientist, that
Mars is just now trying to signal the
earth by means of photography.
Flammarion at least makes some at
tempt TO explain the theory back of
his surmises, but Georges, never.
Francois Diplomat
The scientific formula by which the
Frenchman. expects to knock Jack
Dempsey for goal on July 2 is one
of the great mysteries that must re-
main unsolved until it is put into actual
execution. Georges is playing his
cards-at least his trumps--as close as
=
outside world must be content with the
scatter-brained explanations of the
cute and erratic Francois.
Yesterday afternoon we saw Georges
display variety of ring cunning that
would do justice to any aspirant for
pugihstic glory. He opened bag of
tricks that may OF may not unsolve
unless Deschamps is guilty of spreading
misinformation the challenger is keep
ing the lid tightly clasped on his ace
of aces-the invincible wallop, frog
punch or whatever it may be.
Journee came down from the arena
behind the barn this afternoon wearing
a bedraggled expression and carrying
his big hulk lazily. Evidently Georges
had unleashed something of variety
public exhibition of the day before,
and the husky Paul had the appearance
of having encountered battering ram.
In his work "Wednesday Carpenter
did not give the least suspicion that
he possessed such a thing as a frog
punch. He rose on the balls of his
feet to carry home his right hand
haymaker, but not once did he rise
clear of the floor, nor did he spring at
his sparring partners in panther
like attitude. In other words, the blow
with which he is said to have brought
down Joe Beckett apparently was some
distance from Nanhasset.
Deschamps makes public emphasis of
the fact that he and. Georges have
lot of secrets and, that they are dong
things that no American must know
about. He also AYERS that the secrecy
maintained prior TO the Beckett battle
completely unnerved the Britisher and
the smile that accompanied the state
ment showed that the Frenchmen are
cooking up special dish to be served
q la carte to Dempsey at Thirty Acres
How Beckett "Fell'
AS a solution Of what is going on
behind curtains at Manhasset it is in
teresting to quote the European cham
pion's own. story of the blow that dis
patched Beckett to Dreamland. Here
is Carpenters narrative of the "Beck-
ett wallop'' as described by him ex-
shortly after that memorable encoun-
ter in London:
sI have read Joe Beckett's state
ment. He has said he does not know
how it all happened. Well, then, |
will tell him just how it happened, for
/ saw it all and it is something l will
not forget. !,
"When he stood UP with his head
bent and kind of tucked away into the
great massive mahogany -colored shoul-
ders and with a clear road for my left
hand, the feeling of nervousness that
had seized me when I first got into the
ring and heard the roar of the mighty
crowd left me as if I had been put
under q magic spell. 1 admit there
had been considerable apprehension
naked with that nervousness.
Suddenly I knew. ! was positive
could win and I knew ! would not win
IL. III Il -fotf ~,
ing as wide as q field for me to carry
out the first. principles of boxing-to
drive in my left hand.
$50 brought myself to suppose
was O. vastly bigger man. | forgot fol-
the moment was q stone lighter and
I shutkm memory to all the stories
that Beckett was human sledge-
hammer.
"My left went out with all the swift
ness and straightness that | could put
into it. / reached his nose. The won
der was that l did not smash it. The
impact I felt was terrible. felt tbs
giant frame of Beckett shake anC
CULVER. | thoughtsI saw stars in those
strange looking eyes. ".
'You will remember he then came al
me and forced me back almost to the
ropes under which sat Mr.. Angle, the
referee. Beckett with his right ant
left tried to send punches TO my Dody
but he did not hurt me in the least. q
mad ranged my elbows SO that he coul'
not make for the direction which h
intended.
"We clinched, and Mr.. Angle called
on us to break. I worked around ane
Beckett tried an uppercut. bent my
head back, and so avoided it. Then
iabbed him very hard with my left
hand in the face twice, and again con