The Washington times., 1930-07-18
CHAMP GOT Up
TOO QUICKLY
AFTERBLON
BY DAVIS J. WALSH

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BY DAVIS J. WALSH
NEW YORK, July 1s.-His
arms outflung, his face distorted
with unuttered pain. his sight.
less eyes staring UP at the lights,
Sammy Manden lay stark upon
the floor last night and was
counted out of his world light
weight championship in 1:46 OF
the first round. Stricken, he lay
inert and unheeding, with the
doleful count of ten sounding in
ears that heard not, and a
referees arm waving before eyes
that could not see.
Over in a neutral corner stood
the champion-to-be, AL Singer, of
New York, chittering and gibber.
ing with the hysteria of one to
whom the fairy story Of life has
come true. He literally was
chuckle-headed with disbelief at
his own good fortune, and, when
the count reached ten, he leaped
high in the air, his mouth work.
ing strangely and odd sounds
issuing from his lips.
It was almost q Dempsey
climax, this punch, q sort
Of One-shOt bullseye that left
the skipping, fitting human
zepher that had been Sammy
Mandell draped, all but life
less, across the administer.
Thrice more the stricken man
was beaten down, and, at
last, he lay there uncOn.
sciOuS, never to rise again.
It took four knockdowns in less
than two minutes to finish Man
dell, first, because they come nc
gamer than Sam, and, second, be
cause the flustered Singer hac
punched himself out, and finally
couldn't have dropped an empty
night shirt with a monkey wrench
He simply had nobody to licl
after the first left hook had naileC
Mandell on the chin for the origi
nal knockdown. To all prectica
purposes, the fight was over wheT
Mandeu arose, with dropping legS
and dribbling lips, to face the
young savage before him. Only 9
question Of minutes, you said, and
then, abruptly, you changed the eS
innate to seconds. The first
punch had done it. The thing was
a re-enaction of the moth-and.
flame thesis. Too near for once
and so out shot the licking, scar
ing punch like a flame Of light
and it was all over.
Thus ended the career of q
good champion and thus be.
gan that of another. The
Bronx had returned its own
to the seats of the mighty,
where once the great Leonard
sat and royalty deigned to re-
ceive his subjects, and 50 .
crowd Of $4,000 avid home
tOwnerS raised a paen Of joy
by way of acclaim for the
hometown boy who had made
good.
The fight bore out in all respects
the representations that were
proffered about Mandell before he
entered the ring. They said he
was through, and never truel
word was spoken. Mandell was Sc
far through last night that the
to S and ? to / that was laid
against him was bare-faced skull
duggery. He didn't have a chance
He probably never had q chance
from the moment the match was
made.
Nobody who saw Mandell
work on Sunday last could
think he would win," said q
ringsider after it was over.
The writer, however. was given
an even more Illuminating view of
the situation. He saw Mandell
last night and it was enough. He
didn't see the old Mandell, q
worthy champion who was so good
against McLarnin two years ago
that James hit himself on the
back of the neck, trying to land a
punch. The writer saw only q
broken inept champion, ready for
the kill"
1t came with merciful sudden,
ness. They had spared lightly
for half minute when Singer alb.
ruptly dashed out with a left hook.
1t was the kind of punch that the
old Mandell would have head
slipped or lightly flicked aside.
Instead, it nailed him on the ioWl.
For moment. the full effect
was not evident. For a moment,
Manden stood transfixed and then
suddenly Slumped to the floor,