New-York tribune., 1922-03-14
Creb Tneless
As He Carries
Fight to Rival
Neither Boxer Looms I'm
as Real Opponent for
Dempsey, Who Looks On
BY Grantland Rice

he winner is Greb," announced .Joe
Humphres after brief glance at the
two verdicts, and the wild howl of ND
proval which shook the Garden was
only a fitting tribute TO the game Pitts
burgher's wonderful fight.
Tho first gong echoes at the start
had barely died away before Greb fell
or Gibbons after the manner of a
ciawlng panther swarming over n bip
buck. And from that first rushing nj
tack to the finish the panther never
quit clawng and swinging and hitting
as ,lpbons at times was SC badly da2cd
and bewildered that he had no idea
whether he was in Madison Square
Garden or the Bronx 200 after the
WILDCATS had been turned loose.
Gibbons fought back gamcly enough
against this whirling dervish with the
windmill arms, but his reactions were
700 slow. Greb left many an opening,
but when the chance came The ST
fau entry was bit too slow to shoot
at the open target When he finally
fired the bird had flown away. only
10 circle and strike from new angle.
Greb Always Active
Greb was all over, under and all
around his man with an amazing show
OF speed and of dash The wonder is
that he could have held up this heart
breaking pace through fifteen cvclonic
rounds. With set, earnest look upon
face that never knew worried
eieam, he continued to soak and pun
mel the astonshed Gibbons without
taking second breath
gibbons in turn hooked and iabbed
MS elusive rival at close quarters. but
in the face Of such a savage attack he
was never able to get set for the Bic
b ooic that might have crushed his
lighter rival into the resin.
Greb was entirely too fast for the
harder hitter to hit in any vulnerable
spot. Gibbons needed q shotgun where
he only had rife and you can't often
bag machine gun nest with rife
not very often, anyway. All in all it
was whale of battle, but it fur
nished no one to 90 out after the
champion, who sat feet away, smiling
wanlT as he saw another future show
blown up. For while Greb could hit fast
enough with both hands, he couldn't
hit hard enough with either TO be listed
IN the champions select class.
Gibbons WAS so badly clawed that at
times his res0luto features rescmbled
sponge dipped into bucket of red
iIH' DuN iiS was never III Il SERIOUS way.
He was highly annoyed by the nutter
of flying gloves which seemed to come
from twenty to thirty different direc-
tlons. but at no time tossed out any
signal of keen distress.
Only Wills Remains
So, adjusting his coronet trlc more
firmly above his furrowed brow, once
again Jack Dempsey faces the trackless
desert in his search for gold. For Greb
and Gibbons proved to be merely anoth-
or mirage along tho skyline Of his
hopes The claims fail to turn out any
pay dirt in so far as joust for the
title is concerned, and now only the
black shadow of Harry Wills falls
across the resincoatcd right Of way.
Greb and Gibbons dug away at
abdomen and frontispiecc as indus
triously as two miners attempting to
prod out costly nugget, each know
ing that a quick triumph might lead to
the losers end of a Dempsey engage
ment. They were spurred on to unusual
efforts by the class Of the audience,
where the average brow was at least
twenty degrees higher than the normal
slant. But in spite of the incentive
provided by the social swirl in which
they exchanged their polished wares,
neither gave quite the impression that
he could step into the championship
arena and knock Dempsey's olive
wreath over one of his adjoining ears.