Imperial Valley press., 1933-01-14
COMMENT ON
SPORT WORLD
By HENSY McLEMONE

NEW YORK, Jan. ID. 1t was
many many years ago that Dor
Quixote proved the futility, not to
mention the danger, of fitting with
windmills.
But frankie Battaglia had never
heard Of the good don, so last
night at Madison Square Garden
the handsome Winnipeg lad rode
gayly into one. And when the
windmill, or Ben Jeby to give it its
full name, got through with him,
Frankie was close to hospital case,
and his dreams of becoming mid
dleweight champion were smashed.
Now, having satisfied those Gus
toners who demand a fancy intro
duction, we shall proceed to tell
you of the fight.
1t ended after :46 of the twelfth
round when Referee Jack Britton
stepped between the two men and
waved to Jeby to cease firing. Up
On being ordered to lift his bar
rage Jeby stepped jauntily to his
corner. Battaglia, his right eye
the most gruesome thing you ever
saw. his legs pure rubber, weaved
back and forth until his handlers
led him gently to his corner. That
gives you the ending. Now for
the fight.
They come fast in the first
round. They spar around for the
first minute and then Bataglia, as
nice a looking kid as you ever saw
whips across that right hand. Je-
by's knees buckle. Another steam.
| ing right. And Jeby runs in clost
and holds on.
Jeby comes out fast as the bel
rings for No. 2, and for three MIN
utes hammers away at Frankie
belly. You can tell by the way h
grunts that frankie doesn't lik
those deep jabs down below.
Round No. is repetition of tn
second. Jeby, in a crouch lik
Dempsey's whips both hands int
the bread basket. OCCASIONAL
when frankie drops his guard, Jeb
switched his attack to the fac'
slamming home rights and lefts t
the chin and eyes. A sweeping lei
hook rakes Frankie's right eye an
it begins to close. A doctor lear
over from the first row ringsio
and volunteers the information tha
Ibis eye'll close in minute or tw'
A haematoma has developed"
Round No. 4 sees Battaglia g
down for a nine count. Coming oil
of a clinch Jeby whips righ
then a left, to Frankie's sols
plexus. The Italian boy, his mout
plopped open, drops to his knet
and gasps for air.
Fifth Round Red Hot
Then comes No. and the fight
big moment. frankie, his rigl
eye closed and horribly swollen, an
bleeding from nose and mouth, ur
looses wild swinging righ
, Chunk! It catches Jeby flush c
: the button. The Jewish boys kne,
buckle like those of marionet
,, whose strings have been cut. H
eyes get CLASSY. But instructive
he runs in, throws his arms arour
Frankie, and hugs on until tt
bell. The crowd, which only a fe
minutes ago was yelling for Jet
, to make the kill, begs Battagli
to put across the old convincer. Bl
the bell rings, just as Frank
takes a bead and cocks that righ
From then on it is somethin
you would rather not see. Frank
} nearly blind, and with blood pour
ing from half dozen cuts, stag
gers round and round the RIM
And never more than a foot ava
is Jeby, those hairy arms of h
working like pistons. Plunk
PUNK! Two short jolting left jat
smack squarely into what used t
be Frankie's right eye. PUNK
PUNK! And two jolting rights t
the belly double frankie into
knot. Does Jeby wait until Franki
straightens up? He does not. A
uppercut that starts from the floc
whistles through the Italians guar
and brings him upright with
grunt.
This goes on for six rounds. The
comes the bell for the twelfth. HI
handlers push frankie off his stot
and squarely in the path of h
tormentor. The Winnipeg be
strikes out feebly with his righ
A left catches him in the mout
and spins him against the rope
He shakes his head and moves for
ward. Jeby rakes him fore and al
with hooks and jabs and jolts.
Stop it! Stop it!" yells the Grove
Referee Jack Britton catcht
Jebys arm as the New York bo
levels off another right. It's a
over.