New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1921-07-03

depth in the pugilistic seas. In those
two minutes he had been cuffed and
chugged, chopped and hammered, un-
til he could stand but little more. And
when he finally broke away and at
tempted to give battle at longer range
ways gliding into reach with speed
that equaled his own.
For, while Carpenter was fast
coming in, he was no jim Corbett
at shifting to the right or left or
stepping away. With shift and side
step he made vain efforts to keep
away, but wherever he turned he
found Dempsey upon him, swinging
right and left with equal force.
There was hardly a punch which
his offensive, and if Carpenter had
been less game he would have been
borne down by the rush some time
before, In an equal exchange it was
Carpenter who came out bewildered
and cropping, for there wasn't a mark
upon Dempseys face when the battle
ended
After Carpenters fine rally in the
second round a great thrill ran through
the crowd when both came up for the
third, but the first babble suddenly
faded before heavy left hook that
ratified his frame from teeth to toes,
leaving him stretching vain arms in an
effort to clinch.
No record-making prophecy was need
ed to see that the fourth round was to
be the closing chapter. For seventy
seconds the Frenchman weathered the
storm, but as he attempted to work his
way from the ropes a left and right
caught him upon either side of the
jaw in such bewildering succession
that he went down after the manner Of
a steel girder dropped from the top of
a skyscraper.
A "Crumpled Plunge"
There was no slow, sinking motion
in this fall. 1t was a headlong
crumpled plunge to the resin. Few
ever expected to see him rise again
and take another count. But just as
Referee Ertle's right arm was lifted
for the tenth count the French cham
pion with last instructive effort lifted
his broken body and his bleeding face
into range again, where in g flash a
right hook dropped him with such
force that his body struck the floor.
His heels flew high into the air,
ouivering, and huddled as they fell
back
From the start both fought with
such savage intentness that it could
only be a matter of q few rounds at
most. Neither made an attempt to box
or attempt to stall. There was no
posing for the populace. This was TO
be fight, and while it was brief it
carried more action than dozen
fights 1t was merely the old, old story
OF the good big man and the good
little man, where if form runs true
and the dope" stands up there is only
one answer to be written.
This answer was written to-day, for
the dope never wavered from the first
blow to the last Ii was all a matter
from the start as to whether Dempsey
could weather one or more lusty
punches planted upon a vulnerable
spot. When that was proved in the
second round, when even though reel
ing for q moment nearer to defeat than
he had ever been before, there could
only be one final answer The cham
pionship reign that began with John
Lawrence Sullivan was to follow the
American line of succession and the
Old World vet had to produce fist
of equal speed and equal power to the
dominant fist Of the West.
Few had believed the Frenchman's
fr.iler body could stand UP before the
gloved knuckles that had battered down
the mastodonic Willard in a round.
And after the first few seconds few
among the ninety thousand saw q ghost
of a chance as Carpenters cropping
hands, after clash, reached for Demp-