Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-07-07

odds of advancing years and llg
rushed and stormed and snarled
vain effort to hammer his rival
was not the Jack Dempsey that
Georges Carpenter with the annil
Through the fourteenth and
| older fighter challenger hanging
clawing desperately with. both glo
sey's neck to keep away from a
remains that Tommy Gibbons W
route and proved rnat he was wort
Wins GObs of Glory.
Gibbons was fighting for glory
alone. There wasn't. cent in the
crowd for his share of the purse
and under these conditions he was
entitled to use any lawful means to
last the savage charge which Demp-
sey launched upon him round after
round. 1t was great to know that
| Gibbons was to return to his wife
and kids almost unmarked, still on
his feet, although his ribs and body
must culver with the slashing fusil-
lade they received for many a day.
All through this relentless, rush
ing onslaught Dempsey was giving
the best he had to bring the game,
skillful challenger to the floor, but
Gibbons fought battle that for
brain sand courage and generalshlp
i has never been surpassed.
The big crowd was. naturally with
him, including the 10000 who paid
for their tickets and the $4,000 who
were let in free of charge when the
gong sounded in the fifteenth round,
and Jimmy Daugherty dashed be-
tween the two and lifted Dempsey S
hand aloft, the great roar that swept
out above the pine bowl on across
the endless Montana plains for the
challenger who had gone the full
route against the champion of the
world. There were three rounds in
this battle that saved Gibbons and
that helped to hold Dempsey at bay
These were the fourth, fifth and
sixth. For the first three rounds
| Dempsey went in to bring his man
down with body punches from close
range, failing away like a yard full
Of piston rods pumping their poison
/ into Gibbons body. WhCh this at
tack failed the champion reversed
i his tactics and attempted ito put
| lover the big kill from longer range.
OutbOXed the Champion.
1t was here that Gibbons rose to
his greatest height. In the long
range warfare he clearly outboXed
the champion, shooting swift
rights and left to the chin and jaw
that rocked Dempsey but never
came close to bringing him down.
They were quite enough, however,
to show him that he had no hope
for knockout by fighting the
clever, shifty challenger at arms
/ length. Crossing in and out with
right jolts and left jabs they piled
up important points. Gibbons drove
the big, brown champion to the
ropes more than once. These rounds
were quite enough to convince
Dempsey that he had no hope of
long range warfare. They were
quite enough to show him that his
heavy artillery, firing from full
range, was being spiked. And when
he found out this sombre news, beat
! ing upon him with certain proof,
he was forced to leave the big guns
where they stood and fall back on
the bayonet. He was forced to
abandon the big barrage and come
in close, where his powerful fore
arms and big fists again resumed
their endless tattoo against Gibbons
stomach and ribs, leaving big red
Welts, but no longer driven with the
crashing force they knew two years
ago. Gibbons throughout fought
with magnificent courage and rare
skill. There will be those who will
hold against him the fact that he
| held On in wild desperation those
last two rounds, but no one will ever
know the limitless, the crushing
savage body Furnishing he took with
out bending the knee or going down.
Dempsey Put Out His All
There will be those who will rise
up to say that Dempsey was under
wraps. You can feed this to the
t;ulls and fish. Dempsey was fight
ing with as much ferocity as he has
ever shown, but the cold facts re
main that Gibbons tied him up al
the longer range where he gets in
his unchecked leverage, and at closer
quarters he hadn't enough drive anC
steam left to bring Gibbons down
for, after the first few rounds, the
war cries of the crowd began tc
shout encouragement to the chal
lenger, and as these cries rocked the
pine bowl Dempsey only fought with
greater determination, with greater
energy. We have never seen him
before where he seemed to be hit
ting with such ceaseless rushes, hit
ting, hitting hitting, without any
thought of letting up, cracking away
with the sharp patter of machine
gun fire, and this is the story. II
was machine gun fire and not the
old artillery that once blasted AWAY
bone and flesh and sinew. 1t was
musketry and not the Howitzer. Il
was the bayonet and not the high
explosive shell that two or three
years ago could tear away any hui
man anatomy which happened to BIZ
in the way. Yes, even the super
man must stick to his job. There i.
no road of idleness that leads to thu
heights. Dempsey hadn't fought fo
two years, and under a grilling Mon
tana sun against an older, lightel
challenger he was paying the heav!
penalty of long retirement from tn
ring. The vital spark hadn't beer
killed, but it's once mighty fame
had been dimmed. He missed to-
often with right and left, with hool
and uppercut and after taking ;
three-round cutting from a shreWde
sniper, he was forced to fight hi
way in and there hammer away
round after round, in the vain hop
of breaking Gibbons heart and a
last killing of his stamina, leavinj
him open to one good, solid smasl
that would end the show and com
plete his unbroken record of knock
outs, that had never been tarnishet
for seven long years. For sine
Dempsey first came back in 1916