The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-07-27
Champion Wins by Tech
niCaI Knockout in
Eleventh Round.
HEENEY Is OUTCLASSED
King Batters Tom to Can
vas in Tenth.
BY HARRY FERGUSON


Tunney is secure in his niche today
among the great fighters of history.
A rebuilt Tunney, Tunney with
a punch, sledged his way to victory
last night over Tom Heeney, as
stout hearted a boxer as ever waged
a hopeless fight.
Referee Eddie FORBES stopped the
bout after 2 minutes So seconds OF
the eleventh round. Heeney was
limp against the ropes, and Tunney
was measuring him for Knockout.
It would have been the first time in
his career that the count of ten had
been tolled over the challenger.
Heeney said he would carry the
fight to Tunney and he did. Always
he was lunging forward, failing
with his pudgy arms and taking
two blows to land one. Heeney had
only one punch, looping right to
the head.
Opening Cautiously
The champion apparently tossed
the first round away deliberately to
sound out his man. He was the
Tunney of Philadelphia and Chi
cago, a fauItless boxer who drove In
a blow at long range and retreated
before his opponent could recover.
When the bell rang for the fourth
round Tunney had become a
puncher. Heeney came charging
out of his corner, his jaw stuck out
to invite right cross. Tunney
aimed for the jaw and swung
Heeney ducked a.trif1e and the blow
caught him on the nose. BLOOD
trickled out.
Tunney stood still as Heeney came
at him, mixing his rights to the
head with murderous jabs to the
body. All through the fourth ana
fifth rounds the champion was drlV-
ing his right into Heeneys heart
Body Blows Counted
my body blows wore him down
and enabled me to wir," Tunney
said in his dressing room after tne
fight.
Bv the eighth Heeney's left eye
was closed and his face was smeared
with blood. But he kept coming
in, a CORY cyclops looking Tor the
two-eyed man who was peck1ng
away at his eye and his heart.
He seldom found him except in
the clinches. Then Heeney hung on
helplessly, snorted blood from his
battered nose and took more pun
ishment. Splotches Of crimson crept
into the bullying muscles above his
heart where the champions gloves
were pounding a merciless tattoo.
Not once during the inf1ghting did
the challenger land a solid blow.
The climax came in the tenth.
They met in the center Of the ring
where Tunney found the wabbling
Heeney an easy mark for a lightning
one-two punch that drove the chal-
lenger to the ropes. Tom slumped
down into q. half crouch, his arms
crossed over his chest. His chin
sagged.
Down He Goes!
Tunney stood there with his arms
at his side, gazing at Heeney with
a perplexed look on his face. A
Dempsey would have been swarming
over his man and driving in blows.
Tunney came to life, spun Heeney
into an upright position with a left
to the chest and stepped in with
his right fist ready. Cody, almost
mathematically, he marked his tar
get and sent the blow across like a
rocket. That punch travelled three
feet, but it knocked Heeney three
yards.
The challenger bounced on the
canvas and rolled over once to land
Sprawled out on mis- back. His eyes
were CLASSY and he was gulping for
breath. Tunney stepped toward a
neutral corner only to be stopped by
the bell.
AS Heeney came out for the next
round, he automatically started that
ceaseless lunging forward. He had
only a vague idea where Tunney
was, and his sole thought was to
keep plodding ahead until he found
him. Heeney does not carry a re-
verse gear.
His first knowledge Of where
Tunney was came when he felt a
familiar jolt at his heart, followed
instantly by a sledge-hammer blow