The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-09-23
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~ 81 The world seemed to be
- against MIR. Tunney then,
and many who had supported his
cause now turned and cheered his
downfall. And if many had ac-
claimed his entrance into the arena,
that many more now rejoiced to see
him swaying on the edge of disaster.
Mr.. |Tunney seemed quite alone in
the world.
"TWO!"
Mr.. Tunney still was down. What
. a brave figure he had made in his
blue and red raiment leaping over
the ropes. In path of glory he
had walked through the multitude
on his way to the arena, with the
swing Of champions. The people
stood on their chairs, the better to
witness his downfall.
"THREE!"
Mr.. Tunney was still proud, even
In his travail; he did not permit
HIS body to touch the dust. With
q mighty effort he supported it on
his arms, one hand on the floor
and other holding the rope. Poor
Mr.. Tunneyl That surprising glory
could come to such an unhappy
end The world howled like wolf
at MIR. Tunney.
FOUR"
Those who we're advantaged so
that they could see Mr. Tnney's
face observed that it had a solemn
look. Mr.. Tunney seemingly was
lmgiviEg thought to his unhappy
blight. He had been mighty man
not SO long before and there he
was, almost in the dust, before a
bowling world.
"FTvEl"
TER. TUNNEY had five more
I'M seconds to go. Five more
~ and Mr.. Tunney would step
over into the oblivion that lies at
the other end of the path of glory.
A short while before two who had
gone that way had stood in the ring
and bowed to the people. One was
bald old man named Jeffries and
the other was that Sharkey who
is the Lithuanian The multitude
was lifting its arms to count with
the referee.
SKI"
Alasl Mr.. Tulnney had walked
with high head in the world, a
proud man. Now many who had
been rejoicing commenced to pity
him, bordering, as they did, upon
the earthly end OF glory. And the
gentle policeman near the ringside
said 1.-THE poor DEVIL" and the phi
losophical fireman who was at his
side responded tits the way of the
worldp
"SEvENl"
TT HE second moved swiftly. Mr..
I Tunney seemed man tied to
- the swift-moving hand OF a
clock revolving him toward an evil
destiny. He might have been symbol
Of all mankind helpless on the hand
of time. "He's DONE" said the gentle
policeman.
z 80 it goes" observed the
philosophical fireman thine gets us
all"
"EIGHT~
TWO more seconds for Mr.. Tun-
ney. But how courageously he holds
himself above the dustl The muscles
of the arm supporting him above the
floor seem to twist with the mighty
effort. It appears that MIR. Tunney
is determined to go out not as one
who bites the dust.
A silence falls upon the multitude.
Who may howl at the dying? Poor
MFR. Tunney! e
"NINEI'i
It was well that the ring was
illuminated as If by sunlight, Tor
that which happened deserved to be
seen In the fullness of the light OF
the world. Mr.. Tunney lifted him
self to his feet. Mr.. Tunney leaped
at once at his adversary, striking
blow on blow.
Mr.. Tunney had been down, but
not out, and those who had howled
derision at his disaster now cheered
with a full heart for the might OF
Che human spirit.
T7ND so 1t went,to the unhappy
TAI end for the other one, Mr..
S Dempsey.
He had come in prancing to
loosen his joints, and the same way
by which he had entered he went
out over the end Of his path OF
glory. And where there were many
to applaud then, there was none to
cheer him now.
But the gentle policeman said TO
him as he passed: TOO bad, JACK.
And the philosophical fireman