New Britain herald., 1927-09-23

uid oH-I~-I. DtliipSty S gone, they shouted. The tide of battle suddenly has turned. The champion was coming into his own.
 Bedlam Breaks Loose
 Round five: The minute Of rest was bedlam. The crowd stood up and was shouting and cheering wild ly when the bell rang. The men previously had removed their hats for the benefit of those back of them. but now they kept them on. Hit i'm haymaAer Gene" Alta boy, Gene rang the shouts. Dr. John Dill Robertson, chairman Of the West Parks board, hat clamped down over his eyes, watched intent ly, his body swaying with the punches. He blinked his eyes. He either was gazing into the glare Of the powerful lamps or somebody Nit 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.
 The tension Lessons
 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. Somebody had missed a punch and the ring siders knew it but away back it seemed to have connected. Got it Dempsey" next showed Jack got home some socks. Jack sure smacked him a couple them" yelled the big man now chewing his cigar just like he had the gum.
 Crowd Sways To Feet
 Round seven: "Dempsey's round" echoed. Jack must have done some fine pummeling in that previous three minutes. A woman laughed shrilly. She was pretty and with a blue hat on. Her eyes were rat her wild and gleaming when she turned them into the light. Quiet fell show l ing the gladiators had fallen off in their man-killing and were spar ring again. One grand surge to feet. wild gesturing, lcaping up and down, shouting. That quiet interval was a lull before a storm. Fierce milling now. Getz, Landis, Dr. Rob- ertson, Senator Smith. and all were up. "Tunney's down. Tunneys down.' rang the shouts. Every man, woman and child in the vast sta | dium was on his feet waving, shout ing and doing Indian war dances in ! the Circumscribed limitations of narrow aisles. "Oh, what & man." said the big man. "Gene's up. Kill him Dempsey. Get him Jack" The champion had taken tho count for nine but now was up again and wcathcring the storm.
 Checks l2 Seconds
 Round eight: Twelve seconds on my watch" shouted Jimmy De For est, veteran trainer, who had timed ! the Tunney tnockdown. through the arena shouts of "sit down down. down." Dempsey apparently was not following up his advantage or Tun- ney again was applying his great skill in clinching. There was a soprano voice. A woman far back i screamed. The excitement Of that ! knoclldown was still in the air. The ! board of the ring resounded to a l steady tromp tromp. The movie kid was shouting wildly and again he { forgot 10 shoot. Boo: what a 1 champ" told that Tunney believed discretion the better part of valor. { Up jumped the crowd. "Dcmpscy is down." was the shout. Down sat the crowd; Dempsey had not taken a count 4 man far back made mcgaphone of magazine and shouted and the bell rang.
 Tunncy Back Away
 Round nine: "Yenow, yellow" told that Tunney was staying away. Judge Landis bit his stogie and watched widc-eyed with face set as sternly as the day he fined a Stand ard Oil company s29,0o0,000. A small woman in the tenth row had 1 to stand to see over the crowd She was chewing gum as fast as her jaws would work Put him out" rang a cry. Not so much of a rn1ovoti0n nF Fon and forms and the bell tolled.
 The Exciting Finish
 Round ten: Everybody was up. They remained up. "No knock down. he pushed him down." Again the champ was down but there was Jack Everyone in the crowd was doing the same thing. standing and shouting lustily. "Oh, Jack. fight ihm," in fearful, fearful tones told that the old mauler's last stand was not so good. Take a lead, Jack" pleaded Leo P. Flynn. Dempsey's manager. One minute to go" De Forest informed. "One minute to go, Jack; take a 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 som nolent Tunney was fully aroused and giving 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. Chi- cago ever was a Dempsey town and
 it's favorte had lost.