Evening star., 1927-09-23
Emotions CROWD TeHa Vivid Story Hw Championship Battle Was Tough

! Somebody had missed n punch and
| the rngsiders knew it. but away back
! it seemed to have connected. Go it.
7 Dempsey" next showed Jack got
/ home some socks. Jack sure smacked
! him a couple then yelled the big
man, now chewing his cigar just like
he had the gum.
Round Seven.
"Dempseys round" echoed. Jack
must have done some fine pummeling
in that previous three minutes. a
woman laughted shrilly. She was
pretty and with a blue hat on. Her
eyes We're rather wild and cleaning
when she turned them into the light.
Quiet fell, showing the gladiators had
fallen off in their man-killing and were
srarring again. One grand surge to
feet, wild gesturing, leaping up and
down shouting. That quie interval was
4 lull before a storm. Fierce milling
now. Getz. Lands. DR.. Robertson.
Senator Smith, and all were up. '"Tun-
| ney's down. Tunney's down." rang the
shouts. Every man, woman and child
in the vast stadium was on his feet
waving. shouting and doing Indian
war dances in the circumscribed
| limitations of narrow aisles "Oh,
Genes up: kill him Dempsey; get
| him Jack" The champion had been
down for nine. but now was up again
and weathering the storm.
Round Eight:
Twelve seconds on my watch"
shouted Jimmy De Forest, veteran
trainer, who had timed the Tunney
knockdown. Throughout the arena
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Dempsey apparently was not follow
ing up his advantage or Tunney again
was applying his great skill in clinch-
ing. There was a soprano voice. A
woman far back screamed. The ex-
element of that knockdown was still
in the air. The board of the ring re-
sounded to a steady tromp, tromp
The movie kid was shouting wildly
and again he forgot to shoot. boo,
what champ" told that Tunney be-
heved discretion the better part Of
Valor. Up jumped the crowd. Demp-
sey is down." was the shout. Down
sat the crowd; Dempsey had not taken
a count. A man far back made a
megaphone of magazine and shouted
and the bell rang.
Round Nine:
yellow, yellow" told that Tunney
vas HAoS ilS away. JuuEe 1IdnulS DlL
his stogie and watched wide-eyed with
face set as sternly as the day he fined
a Standard Oil Co. $4,000 900. A
small woman in the tenth $40 row
had to stand to see over the crowd
She was chewing gum as fast as her
jaws would work. Put him out,
rang cry. Not so much of a round.
Some relaxation of faces and forms
and the bell tolled.
Round Ten.
Everybody was up. They remained
up. mo knockdown. he pushed him
down" Again the champ was down,
but there was no count. "He can't
lose it; on you. Jack" Every one in
the crowd was doing the same thing,
standing and shouting Justify. "Oh,
Jack, fight him." in fearful, fearful
tones. told that the old mauler's last
stand was not so good. Take a lead,
jack" pleaded Leo P. Flynn, Demp-
sey's manager. "One minute to go,"
De Forest informed. zone minute to
go, Jack: take lead" pleaded Flynn
anew. Thirty seconds, Jack, punch,
punch" Twenty seconds" intoned
De Forest. Punch, Jack, punch, take
a lead" moaned Flynn. Out in front
the same men and women who three
rounds before had been yelling for
Jack to slay Gene now were yelling
for the champ to lay low the old title
holder. A dead giveaway that the
once nearly somnolent Tunney was
fully aroused and giving a tiring old
gladiator all he could stand up under.
The bell.
A unanimous decision by referee
and judges was in Tunney's favor,
but the crowd was strangely silent.
Chicago ever was Dempsey town
and it's favorite had lost.