The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-09-27

IT OVER
BY JOE WILLIAMS

NEW YORK, Sept. 27.-Old Doc
IN Kearns, the veteran fight man
ager, chanted requiem over a
human fiction of his own creation
over there in that sprawling Long
Island bowl. Monday night.
Between the eighth and the ninth
rounds Old Doc, wearing cap and
a turtle neck sweater, walked across
the rig. tugged the referee by the
sleeve and said: Give him the
ight.'
He meant give II to Max schmeling.
Schmeltng and Mickey walker had been
Was The chance 70 meet JACK snsrkey for
the heavyweight championship next sum-
II had been a rousinR fight. with a
lot Of action and gore and brutality. and
some OF our very nice people sitting
around the Iingside in the cool, crisp. air
in autumn furs and TOD coats seemed to
be having a delightful outing.
Though he had been rocked to his heels
by hard rights to the law several times;
in pretty fair shape. In fact the night
At this stage was actually close, 50 close
Walker had given his side something to
cheer about in the seventh round when
he got in close. under Schmeling's leads
and banged away at the Germans torso
attack at intervals with short. ripping
right uppercuts 10 the chin.
THEY came out for the eighth.
Il And then something happened.
A whistling highlander caught
Walker on the jaw and sent him
spinning, twisting, whirling to the
floor, as if he had been hooked and
thrown high by charging bull. He
fell against the ropes on the side
of the ring in front of one Of the
judges.
The rubber mouthpiece he wears to
protect his lips and teeth spurted out
blinked his eyes and frightened his lips in
q spasm of pain. The blow had hurt him
badly BY now his other eye was begin
ming to close, his nose was battered and
crimson stains on the white canvas.
Stay down, Mickey the partisan. sym
was up moving around on legs grotesque-
~ stiff and awkward. crowding forward.
trying IN some way to reach his oppres-
sor with telling blow.
Pretty soon the short, chunky little
man was down on the floor again, dazed
and squirming, like an animal that had
OF the boys say he fell from his own ex-
haustion but unless my eyes deceived me
he was hit by another roaring right hand
He toppled over right in front OF me and
l can still see that awful picture of suf-
fering etched across his tired face.
once more came the cry of stay down
Mickey" and this time Mickey STAYED
down as long as the law allows AT nine
he was up and then came one OF the
most magnificent demonstrations OF raw
courage that has ever been witnessed in
the prize rinR
Cruelty beaten hopelessly outclassed.
blinded, weak and lettering. the veteran
battler staggered back 10 the attack He
stood there throwing punches and taking
punches. Schmeling pleaded with the
the German tore into Walker with a
fresh vollev of rights and lefts to the
head. reluctant vet determined to put
BY this time the crowd was historical.
appalled, by Walkers torture. amazed at
his heroic stand but for the most part
lost completely in the primitive savagerv
that was being enacted on the roped of
altar under the glare Of the arc lights
Hold on to him. Mickey. Don't try
TO hit him." the crowd screamed Mickey
didn't hold on. The Mickey Walkers never
hold on. They either come home with
miraculous manner Walker was still on
his feet. swavinR drunkenly when the bell
rang ending the round.
n =
MYTH a moment in which to
" catch vOlIr breath and fan