The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-09-15
CHAMPION
FAVORS
MATCH
Fight Likely to Take Place in
Six Months or
Year.


his corner, met the wild, rampine
charge Of the wild Bull" from the
other. Dempsey's short left hook
Jared the Argentine, but he count
cred with q heavy right. Almost
Immediately Dempsey's LETT landed
on Firpo's jaw.
F1rpo shook his head and leaped
at his man. IT is quite impossible
20 describe the fury Of Dempsey'D
attack. His right went to the body.
His left landed again on the jaw
and this time, in q neutral corner,
Firpo's legs gave way and ne was
down on his back.
Instead OF taking q long count,
the first sign Of lack OF thinking
, experience. Firpo scrambled to his
feet and was again assailed by the
right. shaking Dempsey, but an
ether terrific left hook sent the
South American to the floor.
BY this time the crowd was a
bedlam. Men and women. standing
on their seats, were bowling and
yelling, not words Just sound.
Ffrpo rose to his feet and again
took a left hook to the jaw, up
setting him. Then came the most
remarkable moment Of the contest
Instead OF taking count of nine,
FiFpo jumped to his feet, shook his
massive head and tore into Demp-
gey. Nothing loath, the champion
jumped toward him. Over came
that terrific right hand Of Firpo.
Twice 1t pounded DempSey's ribs,
the champions knees caving in.
though momentarily.
Did that stop Dempsey Most as
surdely not.
Dempsey Unshaken.
He leaped straight into the big
bronze gladiator and dropped him
with another left hook. It looked
ing his arm In the fatefuI count.
But Firpo was not downhearted.
He rose to his feet and charged his
opponent, swinging his terrible
right. It landed flush on Demp-
sey's jaw and back went the cham
pion.
Dempsey was not far from one
side Of the ring when he stopped
that bone-crusher and he went right
through the ropes, his body bring
Ing up among typewriters and tele-
graph instruments and members OF
the noble order OF ring scribes.
Jack Kearns was picture. He
looked hypnotized. He visioned,
perhaps, the end that must come
some day, IL Dempsey remains in
the ring, as he will.
Dempsey shook his head.
scrambled on the floor, crawled
back into the ring and calmly took
the count. His brain was working
even after that terrific shock.
Rising at the count Of nine,
Dempsey tore into F1rpo. Neither
paid any attention to defense now.
'4t~Was swing, biff and bang from
then on. Those short rights and
lefts to the body slowed up the
challenger and pushed him along
the ropes toward the same corner
into which he had first been
tumbied.
u? Not Dempsey nor Firpo. Demp-
sey landed at least three more short
blows before Referee Gallagher
could tap him on the shoulder, in
dicattng the end OF the first three
minutes, three Of the widest min
utes since July 4, 1919.
Crowd Goes Wild.
The Polo Grounds was q mad.
house. Gone was all idea of de-
Oorum. Primitive thoughts were
uppermost. Men snarled. Women
gasped and made funny little
screaming noises. Those twelve
huge searchlights peered down into
prehistoric times sent in a latterday
to baseball park.
Clang, the bell ushered In the end.
E1rpo had made his fight. He was
done. The champion, still thinking.
was but beginning. Where his left
hook had done most Of the work in.
that opening round. now 1t was his
right, that short right hook and Jolt
that tears the vitals out Of an OPP
ponent.
Again Dempsey charged his man.
sinking in two short rights to the
ribs Firpo countered with q right
to the body. It did not seem to
hurt the champion who came right
back with a solid right to the Jaw.
dropping the South American.
Ftrpo waited for no count, scram.
bling to his feet as though afraid
Of being declared out before his
time. Dempsey met him with a per.
feet shower Of short rights and let's
20 the body and jaw.
Like q flash came the right open.
ing and Dempsey, putting every
thing he had into 1t, hooked his
right to the jaw.
Now, indeed, was the end for the
"Wild Bull of the Pampas." FIe
sapked to his knees, rooled over and
stretched out upon his back, pulling
up one leg as though in pain. A
little blood showed at his mouth,
marking where some Of Dempsey's
blows had driven the flesh against
the teeth.
Referee Gallagher's right arm was
waving its doleful measure.
Dempsey Smiles.
Dempsey, his snarl giving way to
. grim smile, backed over toward a
neutral corner. He knew It was all
over.
Firpo's seconds, chattering like
Gparrows, held themselves ready to
leap to assist their fallen hero.
As Gallaghere's arm came down
for the tenth and last time. in
came Firpo's handlers, but Demp-
eey was there before them. He