Evening star., 1927-09-23
WRITER WATCHES CROWD
INSTEAD OF CLADIATORS
However, Ii Is Easy for Him to Follow Trend of Big
Scrap in Expressions on Faces of Fans and
Their Excited Support of Rivals

rudiments of the craft, was not going
50 good. Tie him up like a bag.
Genie" shouted IA huge man in the
| front row. an assurance that Gene
| was getting in his famous art of
! rendering impotent the killing thruSts
of the Manassa Mauler. \ general
relaxation and anxious turning to
! peighhors in wide-cved wonder told
the round had ended, with both men
! on their feet.
Round Two:
The crowd hitched forward. A big
man wildly chewing gum. his jaws
thrustinG forward pugnaciously, half
raised himself from his seat with an
"Attaboy Gene. a beauty left to the
! body" a moment of relaxation and
! then the whole throng Surged up
ward with shouts of LET 'er go, Jack:
let 'er 60 once more" The left. which
| Jack kearns said he taught Dempsey
| to use by tieing his right arm to his
body, and the right as well-old
iron mike" were pummelinc the
champion. A youth with a smuggled
| in home movie camera half arose as
he sighted his machine at the new
activity. Jeffries' interest was great
er and he was talking out of the side
of his mouth to a neighbor, but with
never a glance excepting at the ring
| The milling was getting hotter. Then
came the relaxation which proved
the ringside chairs actually had backs
as neighbor talked to neighbor with
smiles or gestures of grim determina-
tton. 1t was the bell.
Round Three:
Getz showed his hat over on the
side of his head, but his face told
nothing of the milling. Lands star
ed intently but, excepting for his
bobbing from side to side as if
swinging with blows. he revealed
nothing. Back to the big gum chew
ing man who, between rounds, had
switched to a black cigar. The big
cheroot might have been a rapier.
He now was a Dempsey fan and was
satisfied that old Jack was going
great guns. Keep crowding him
Jack" he yelled. Hold it boy"
Evidently Jack had slight edge in
the exchanges. Jeffries dragged his
cap down over his eyes.
Round Four:
Smiles faded Immediately. The bat
tie was more deadly in its earnestness.
Go on, Jack" rang the shouts, indi-
eating Dempsey was on the offensive.
"Tunney can't hit him with that
right" Gene seemed to be missing
The crowd surged in it's seats. SEN
ator Smiths face lost it's smile. Mrs.
Eden gestured wildly and smiled eX-
cited happiness. Jack was going good.
She wanted him to knock Tunney out.
Faces We're tenser and lines were ap.
pearing under the hard glare of the
ring lights. Everybody for hundreds
Of rows back of the twenty fifth was
standing, showing the exchanges were
hot. The cheering was in a constant
roar and all for Dempsey. The old
warrior was getting the better of it.
Then everybody was up and there was
a long.drawn "Oh-h-h-hv' "Demp-
sey's gone" they shouted. The tide Of
battle suddenly had turned. The
| champion was coming into his own.
Round Five.
The minute of rest was a bedlam.
| The crowd stood up and was shouting
and cheering wildly when the bell
rang. The men previously had re-
moved their hats for the benefit of
those back of them, but now they kept
them on. "Hit i'm a haymaker,
Gene" Alta boy. Genew rang the
shouts. DR.. John Dill Robertson,
VI llo WcSL DOdTu,
hat clamped down over his eyes,
watched intently. his body swaying
with the punches. He blinked his
eyes. He either was gazing into the
glare of the powerful lamps or some.
body hit somebody hard. The movie
amateur was too interested to shoot
the scene. He jumped up and down
in his chair. They still were shouting
at the bell.
Round Six:
The round opened with the air
echoing to bull roars. There was no
soprano accompaniment. Then the
| crowd fell quiet. The fighters seemed
| to have slowed up. That pace had
| been too furious. Faces softened.
The youngster with the movie camera
began shooting again. Sure sign the
milling was slow. The far crowd
| roared, but the ringside was still.