The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-07-04

of his calling, wide flaring lump of scrambled left ear. He said he was confident that he would whp Dempsey, and from the care-free, unaffected manner of the man, it was plain but shocking fact that he actually believed 1t. He weighs only 179 pounds and Kearns said Demp- sey weighed 191. In the size of bone and the power of fist there is no comparison. He boxes a little bet ter than Dempsey, but he doesn't hit as hard as Gunboat Smith, who once tested and proved Dempsey's cour- age by smashing him to the floor several times, only to see him raise his dark mug from the resin and come charging back
 Mrs, Gibbons, a gentlewoman, who has remained far in the background, was found at the bungalow. She said she would go out for a drive in her would steer away from the direction of the arena. At about , o'clock when it is all over, she will drive back home to hear what happened. Mrs. Tom Doesn't Care.
 q don't care whether he wins or loses" she said. We have plenty of money. We don't need the champion ship. I only want it because Tom wants it. I'd love him anyway. He will always be the same loving hus- band and father, no matter what hap pens in the ring
 The Gibbons two little boys, Tom and Jack, have played in the arena without knowing what the place was for. They don't know their father Is a prize fighter and wouldn't be any the wiser if they were told.
 A couple Of Celts called on Gib- bons Tuesday, to wish him luck. They had been telling their beads for him at their bedsides at night for weeks.
 By God, we came away from him crying tears like couple of Muggs, they said.
 Shelby is perhaps the most thor oughly policed community in the United States as the last rush of the crowd sets In. There. are Great Northern railroad detectives, sun tanned civilians. who know the northwestern crook from long ac- quaintance, special deputy sheriffs and special constables, detectives from the police department of northwestern cities and two kinds of prohibition enforcement agents state and federal-worming their way through crowds all over town The big stockade behind the squatty concrete jail house has only 10 pris- oners, most of them vagrants. The United States district attorney and marshal for the district of Montana are present, and the state fire mar shal has 20 deputies in town to di- rect the otherwise aimless strivings Of volunteer firemen in case a blaze should get start. .
 Richard Burke. president of the National Sports alliance, a New Or leans man, who has missed only one world championship fight since Sul- livan lost to Corbett, was named timekeeper for the club.
 VII Time For Dempsey.
 Wild Will Lyons will clock the time for Dempsey, and Henry Lennon of St. Paul becomes immortal by ap- pointment to a like office for Gib- bcns.
 The preliminary bouts will exas- perate the crowd with 34 rounds of grunting before the bell brings Dempsey and Gibbons into the ring at o'clock. Two of the six-round bouts have not yet been arranged the third event. a six-rounder, will exhibit Jack Mcdonald and Ernie Sayles, welterweights. Then come Bud German of Gibbons training staff, vs. Harry Drake of Dempsey s camp, light heavyweights. Their bout vii be an eight-rounder. So will the semi final between Jimmy Delaney. a Gibbons sparring partner and Jack Burke of Pittsburg, who has been working with the champion. The rules of the national sports al- liance will be generally adhered to- The men will break at the command of Jimmy Daugherty of Philadelphia, the referee. who will not come here from Glacier Park until Wednesday morning. In general, the conditions will be the same as those governing bouts everywhere else in the United Stats.
 After all, Shelby's worries and alarms, after arousing the entire ma tion and srowding the cables to for eign countries with breathless dis patches concerning their financial af- fairs, Jack Dempsey and Tom Gib- bons have nothing left to do now but fight it out in the pine stadium at the end of the lump trail on the | prairie. There was once a famous. fat, white-haired announcer named Billy Jordan, without whom no cham pionship fight was official. He used to raise his hand, introduce the fighters and just as the bell was about the clang, yell: Let 'er go!'