The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-02-17

way of those crushing punches. In four rounds Sullivan hardly touched him. Brady saw, and agreed with Jim that Sullivan could be beaten if allowed to tire himself out punching at the air.
 Upon his return from Austra- lia, John L. accepted "the young pillow pusher's" challenge to box with five-ounce gloves to a finish before the Olympic club at New Orleans, Queensberry rules, for $10,000'a side and 8 purse of $25.- 900.
 "I'll finish him in punch," bel- lowed John l..
 He might have, at that, but hel never landed that punch. And Corbett, in after years, said his fight with Sullivan was the easiest of his career. For John L. helpedE to beat himself.
 Did He Burn Up!
 Corbett fed the fires of Sulli- vans ire with every sort of taunt before the fight. As they gathered in the center of the ring for a pre- liminary discussion of the rules, Corbett interrupted and contra ulCIcu IA6 CHdupAOh uhtih OVhh LIS neck went red.
 It is a wonder Sullivan didn't hit Gentleman Jim before the fight began. Corbett, with easy insolence, interrupted the mid- ring convention by skipping Sul- livan on the back and asking for a few seconds of grace while he went to the ringside ito tell . friend what round to bet I knock you out"
 Then, as they sat waiting for the gong, Corbett smiled patron izingly at John L. The two men must have formed an incredible picture. Corbett looked like a schoolboy broad jumper beside the proud and powerful Sullivan.
 Corbett Was Cool
 Sullivan seethed with rage as he rushed out for the attack. But the bull met cool and crafty matador. Sullivan swung from the floor. The mocking face was not there. A new and strange ring magic--footwork, ducking, parry ing, weaving--carried Corbett out of the range of the peerless slug ger.
 The crowd jeered at this fol- derol,. and called for the kill. But round after round progressed, and not only was there no kill, but Sullivan was breathing like yard engine.
 Then Corbett suddenly halted in his flight, whirled and planted long raking left hook against the champions nose. As Sulli- <.,xtse L evna nlS CAntxnff whipped over a right to the mouth. That was in the fifth round. and the blows started Sullivan to de- struction. Blood streamed down the champions chest.
 From then on to the 21st the story varied little. The crowd that could not believe at first, at length began to realize that an old champion and an old slugging era were about to pass out to- gether.
 Careful Jim Corbett felt himself the mas- ter, but was careful. Otherwise, the battle might have ended soon- CT. He followed his plan of bat- tie as faithfully as Tunney chung to the method he adopted against Dempsey. Short arm jolts re- sounded against Sullivan's manly | paunch. Long left hooks sent the champions head rocking from side to side. Right hand chops cut the Old Romans bruised face. Uppercuts buried themselves in John LIS jowls.
 In the 21st Corbett came out ready for the coup de grace hls seconds had been urging upon him for 10 rounds. He feinted Ut the champions body and swung a terrific right swing to the jaw. Sui- livan's arms dropped. Swiftly Cor bett followed up with lefts and rights that carried everything he had. f..
 Sullivan sank to the floor, grad | ually, like a stricken shop. He fell sitting, tried to lift himself with his arms. rolled over on his right side.
 Corbett was champion! A new era in boxing had begun, an era | in which cold and careful science were to supplant the old school of destruction by power. But Corbett, who created the new order, was to- perish also. at the hands of one of its scholars. NEXT: Corbett vs Fitzsim- MzUAAAs