Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-07-17
DELANEY CLEAR[Y
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Right to Heart Turns Tide
When BerIenbaOh Seemed
Headed 70 Victory
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Out-cla6sed.
purchased in offense and defense,
In, right and left hand and both
feet, in. headWoflk and speed and
craft and stamina, In GOODNESS ana
haircut and bathrobe.
think that. tells the story OF the
passing of the light heavyweight
crown for the sixth time in the last
FIVE years at the big, delayed show
ont at Ebbetes Field. Brooklyn. From
{ the red forehead or Paul Berlenbach.
battered and cut by the flashing right
uppercuts OF the new champion. 70
the waiting brow OF Jack Delaney,
the crown passed when Joe Humph-
reys. holding ia hts hands the slips
of paper carrying. the judges deci-
sion, bawled the verdict to the huge.
husked crowd.
"The winner and new champion.
Jack Delaney" yelled Joe. and tho
crowd broke loose.
Verdict Only One Possible.
There wasn't any other possible
verdict, despite the ardent Berlen-
bach law who sat behind me and
kept telling the word in general that
il couldn't even see Paul's punches
because they travelled SO fast. lt
was an open ard shut matter OF
the faster, fiashier, clever = man
clearly outclassing the. aggressive.
undaunted, smuggling champ: And
this despite q fractured thumb, sus-
tanned in. the second round.
All the way down the line Paul
was outclassed- the way save in
one vital respect. There was moth
ing to choose between them in the
matter of the fighting heart. They
both gave everything they had took
everything the other fellow had to
give-and came back for more. And
that was what made 1t the great
fight that it was.
Most of the New York critics give
the round-by-ruund fighting to Jack
almost all the way I didn't see II
that way.ss
Delaney Tired in Sixth.
It seemed to- me that in the FIRST
Ave rounds the new champion piled
up a. big lead: The sixth looked ITO
me about even. And then for four
rounds it seemed that Delaney tired,
whiting under Paul'S terrific. club.
bling blows to his ribs and kidneys.
Jacks mouth was open: there was
steady trickle of blood from his
nose, he looked worried and weak.
ened and on the downgrade to me.
And Paul kept boring in.
Maybe the challenger was just wait.
ing-maybe this. too, was but part of
his consummate ring craft. the saving
of his forces, the letting the cham
pion punch himself out, the prepare,
ton for the whirlwind finish that was
to come later. Maybe. But l don't
think so. There was no slackening
in his cool intelligence, none of the
jaunty, chesty briskness with which
he walked to his corner after each
bell was lacking, but Jack looked
bafled and a whole lot tired to me.
And then came the eleventh.. Paul
seemed much the stronger. 1t looked
"A though we were to see repetition
of the last meeting Of these two, when
Paul, having worn down a ,Iighter
man, finished in the whirlwind fashion
thar blotted out Jacks early lead ana
carried him on to his championship
It looked like it for all the Worids
Bouts Complexion Changes.
And then came the change. They
were on the ropes. and Berienoach
was pushing the fighting, when, from
some reserve fund Of stamina, De
laney made his final bid. Paufs hands
were busy clouting the deadening.
heavy wallops to Jacks head that had
hitherto been directed to ribs and Kid
news. They were high, those HANDS;
and Jack, the sharpshooter, saw ms
I think he put most everything he
bad into that punch, a flashing right
unpercut to the champs heart. IL
went so fast it was hard to follow,
b,It we heard it land, like the butt OF
nv crashing against a steer .
ribs. And Paul backed away.
r. rate that punch as the turning
y,oint of the night. believe Ii 1t
hadn't have been landed they would
he telling another story this morning.
1t was a Lulu" and a whoosh ana d
sock, And 1t went home.
Paul slowed up and Delaney Went
on to win about as he chose, except
that he undoubtedly would have pre-
Ferred TO end 1t with q knock.
ont. Maybe he could have II he'd had
both hands in good shape. but the
right wasn't enough. Once IN the
Fourteenth round It almost looked as
though it might be. Paufs knees
were sagging under him. 2 But his
heart was still there and they never
touched the canvas. He covered up
and hung on and the bell came IN
time.
Champion Gives His All.
think Paul knew what was com.
ing when it was all over. He'd done
his best-given all he had-and pc
II said here he never fought better
fight, but he hadn't been able to hit
the boy in the green tights often
enough, and / guess he knew he'd
been fairly licked. Wrapped in his
I old Indian blanket robe he waited in
his corner, his head bowed, for the
words that would spell the end OF his
championship.
And when they canae--as only Joe
lIumphries can bawl then1-he didn't
hesitate. He lifted his head and
walked out again to meet the man
who had beaten him, as he had gone
SO often in the last long hour. Only
this time he was smiling. Jack came
to meet him. Nobody heard what
they said, but they shook hands and
Jack stood with his arm around
Pauis neck, while the crowd howled
and raved.
For it was q grand fight and there
wasn't a man or woman in the whole
big park who won't want to see them
af IL agaiu--neIt time,