The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-07-27
All the Fists in World
PIaStered Over Map of
New ZeaIander.
HAPPY WHEN END CAME
Tunney Proves Master at
All Stages in Scrap
for Crown.
BY Joe WILLIAMS

isn't a great deal more to say to-
day about that knuckling party up
at the Yankee Stadium last night,
other than Mr.. Gene Tunney again
proved himself to be a pretty fair
sort of champion, any way you take
him.
The Greenwich Villager beat Mr.
Heeney the, poor but honest New
Zealander, as far as from here to
Pekin, China, and three-thirdS of
the way back, in a scheduled flf-
teen-rounder that theoretically in
volved the heavyweight champion
ship of the world.
The end came in the eleventh
round, when Mr.. Eddie Forbes, the
night copyreader of the Brooklyn
Eagle, who is addicted to the
unique sideline of refereeing these
exhibitions of the manly art,
stepped in and stopped the alleged
contest.
Heeney In Distress
The challenger's left eye was
closed. His nose had been bleeding
since the fourth round. There
we're purplish welts on both sides
of his face and widening blotches
of red under the heart and in the
region of the liver.
Mr. Heeney, in short was badly
beaten young man, and there was
not an audible peep of protest from
the worshippers in the sparsely filled
peWs when Mr.. Forbes walked be-
tween the two men, one incredibly
fresh and unmarked, the other a
battered hulk, and sent the alien to
his corner.
Tom Well Battered
AS matter of fact, Mr.. Heeney
appeared to be genuinely relieved
and if he was disturbed at his fail
IRE to bring the championship back
to that dear old Ginsborne or Gins
berg, or whatever the name of his
home town is, you couldn't tell it by
looking at his marcelled pan.
Mr.. Heeney went along with
things getting worse and worse
through the first seven rounds. The
eighth was even more so and Heeney
was in bad shape at the bell. He
had displayed splendid gameness.
Between rounds the four Marx
Brothers or some set OF brotherS
placed pint bottle Of amber
colored liquid to the lips of Mr.
Heeney and for while it looked as
if it would be necessary to call the
constabulary to pry the gentlemans
mouth loose from it.
Mr.. Tammany Young, the gifted
gate crasher, vouchsafed the IN
formation that it was brandy and
not very good brandy at tnaC'
Gets Another FASTING
Mr.. Heeney took his customary
pasting in the ninth round. BY this
time he should have been used to It,
He had, by my count, lost every
round from the start by margins
varving from hands width to the
length of the State Of Texas.
To be sure, he had tried and
fought spiritedly and shown an
eagerness to mix, but after all de-
sire unsupported by technique is
seldom winning formula.
With the tenth came the hrSt
flash of drama flash that even
caused Mr.. Jack Dempsey, sitting IN
the press rows and watching his
first championship fight, to stir with
nervous expectancy.
With less than minute to go,
Mr.. Tunney, who had been fightlng
with superb generalship, squirting
when SpurtS meant something,
hanging back when that was the
thing to do, and even backing up
when the firing became too dan
gerous, saw an opening
Bang! That was Mr.. Tunney's
left hook crashing against Mr..
Heeney's jaw. 1t was beautifully
timed and powerfully driven and
the challenger began to sag. A
moment later Mr.. Heeney was half
way through the ropes, and In
acute distress.
There was a look Of tolerance on
Mr.. Tunney's classic map. Here
was man he would have to knock
out and, like the Bangor farmer,
Gosh, how he dreaded it,"
He waited with delicately re-
strained patience until Mr.. Heeney
had extricated his large flowing
ears from the hemp and then he
smacked him diligently with a va
riety of blows, and with just a touch
of savagery.
Then the Finish
Mr.. Heeney staggered and rceled
and finally fell against the ropes on
the other side of the ring and then
dropped to tn canvas on his :,
a thoroughly whipped and severely
punished battler. But just as his
shoulders hit the resin the bell
changed saving him for the nonce.
He came cut from his corner reso-
lutely and ste ady enough in
eleventh round, but he had nothing
to offer beyond jaw that couldn't
be missed and dying Pickering
flame of doggednes-.
Then Mr.. Referee Forbes, sud-
denly remembering that he had a
late edition to make, called a halt
after minutes 50 seconc:s and no.
body complained, least of all Mr..
Heeney.