Evening star., 1935-09-22
w TITH Max Baer and Joe Louis
)" waiting for the bell, and
ChamniOn Rraddnck ready

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the ring has come back to new life.
And before the question of the cham
pionship is settled we shall see some
OF the best fights in generation
These three new and brilliant stars
have scattered the twilight of the gods
that fell upon the ring when Tunney
left it. Their rivalry has revived the
long lost enthusiasm of the public,
and it will draw hundreds of thousands
to the ringside. The million dollar
gate is again in sight.
How good is Max Baer today?
That is the big question. Can he do
as we'll now as when he spilled Schmel-
ing and knocked Camera out from
under the crown? My feeling is that
he is better now than he was in either
OF those battles; for he has rallied
from the depression that engulfed him
after Braddock gave him that costly
boxing lesson - and he has trained
faithfully.
But has he improved enough to
beat the crafty Louis, who is fast, cool
and clever. and hits like a rivet- gun?
That question will not be answered
until the two meet under the food
lights. but meanwhile there are
enough facts in sight to help us pick
the winner.
Max, the impulsive, big hearted
playboy, has worked harder in his
efforts to come back than he ever
worked before. He has done all he
can to make up for his reckless past.
From the time he gobbled peanuts and
guzzled soda water on the way to his
first ring battle, up to the night he
tossed away the title, Baer has been
his own worst enemy. Many fight
he has lost by failing to get into prime
condition.
He is honest enough to admit that
1t was all his own fault - and that is
pretty good beginning in the uphill
struggle to regain his title. And for
three months, finishing with six weeks
OF strenuous training, he has prepared
for this battle, on which his future
depends.
This is the last call to the dining
car for Maxey, and he knows it. For
every reason - for his reputation. for
the fortune he can win, for the salts
faction of his family. for his own self
respect - he has done job of condi-
tioning that can be compared with
Sullivan's come back when Bill Null
doom put him in shape to beat Jake
Kilrain.
Max is only twenty-sW years old,
and, foolish as he has been, he has
not dissipated his energies half so
much as John L. had at the age of
thirty-one. In training for this battle,
the California boy has shown true
courage by throwing off his careless,
happy -go-lucky habits. He has not
sported among the crowds on the
boardwalk nor wasted his stamina
and nerve force in nights of broad
casting over the radio when he should
have been asleep. He has realized
that there are limits even to his over
flowing vitality, and he has learned to
take care of himself.
Amid the deep woods of Spectator
in the Adirondacks, where Tunney
the wisest fighter that ever trained --
prepared for his second triumph over
Dempsey, Baer has lived the life of
hermit and worked like beaver. No
more bright lights. no more fooling,
but strict attention to training.
Like all temperamental fellows,
Baer is greatly influenced by his sur
roundings. In his forest retreat he has
gained energy every day, and mean
time he has been stimulated by the
presence of his parents and his charm
ing bride. Papa Baer publicly threat
ened to wallop Maxey if he neglected
his training and Papa Baer is man
of his word. The Old Man, who by the
way is only middle-aged, is big and
still husky enough to lug Max out