The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-06-09
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 By HENRY NIcLEMORE
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 New York, Juno .. (UP)-Box- inr got its shot in the arm last night: the same sort of shot it re- ceiyed on the scorching afternoon on the banks of the Maumee when the killer that was Jack Dempsey stepped to the heavyweight heights over the battered. bleeding hulk of Jess Willard.
 The stimulant for the fading game was supplied by Max Adel- bert Baer of Livermore. California. when he let fly that right hand of his and laid Max Schmeling out among the rhododendrons. In Baer boxing has found the figure that 1t has needed to plug the gap left by the passing of Dempsey. The Californian has all the fine quali- ties necessary for the makeup of a dominating ring champion. He's magnificent to gaze upon. He's wild, irresponsible. conceited and most important of all-he packs a waliop that makes him . menace from the first gong to the last.
 What sweetheart of a punch that right of his is, gentlemen, what . honey, what pip, what . lulu! About as subtle as an ele- ] phant in full cry, 1t starts from somewhere just south of Topeka and whistles towards its mark like a through freight whamming past 8 flag stop. Schmeling never knew, what hit him. It exploded against the Germans steel-bluo jaw like a depth bomb, knocking him loose from everything but his ideals. When 1t landed 1t started . flood of headaches. Schmeling got one. Jacobs got one. and three score experts who picked the' German
 Power is not the Californian's only forte. He's . tough as a boarding house sirloin. as rugged as a battleship. The man actually relishes a resounding crack on the Van Dyke. Not once, not twice, but half a dozen times we saw Schmeling throw that right of his against Baer's jaw, and get noth- ing for his efforts but that tantaliz- ing grin which splits Baer's face from sun-up to sun-down. Schmel- ing might just as well have been throwing bran flakes at a walrus for all the good it did him. His Sunday shots rolled off Baer's chin like libzards of a log.
 Baer may run in to trouble if he gets in there with Q particular referee, for the Californian ts what is technically known as an sall- over's puncher. That is. he can't be bothered where his shots land. nor is he any too careful with hia thumbs. and elbows. Hes quite a back k-handed slapper. too, scoring repeatedly last night with the hindside of his fist. He was nice about it. though, apologizing pro- fusely after each breach of eti- quette. He probably picked up this sort of business from Dempsey. who schoQled him no little. The old Manassa rneuler never was much of sticlkler for the niceties. His main idea was to hurt you.
 Despite his reputation as Q men- tai marble. Baer fought heady fight. He blazed less than brilliant away for four rounds and then coasted a bit, allowing SchmelinR to come to him. Without warning, he cut loose again. His surge caught SchmeIing mapping and the next thing the German knew ne didn't know anything.
 The last sentence Is a bit in <volved, but what we mean to say is that about that time Baer land- ed that right smack and church, insofar as Schmeling was con- cerned. Twas out.