The Washington times., 1935-06-14

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Kirk Miller luck, be-
came the heavyweight cham
pion of the world, under a
canopy of Kliegs and amid a
salvo of cheers.
It is the old, old story so
characteristic of the land Of
the free and the home of the
brave, where every man has
a right to hope, and where
opportunity is ever present
for those who have the cour-
age to embrace it.
Braddock's victory over the
younger, stronger, heavier. big
ger, harder-hitting, faster-think-
Ink, killing Max Baer, is lss'
son in perseverance and honest
labor and the reward they bring
Baer the artificial!
Braddock the real!
Max, the Madcap
Mad Make, up quick, a flash
across the horizon, a gay Lance
lot, a matinee idol, a crusher OF
ladies hearts, a champion for a
short, meteoric career, meeting
pushovers in exhibitions, coin"
ing money on the stage and
over the ether waves, cocky,
daredevil, yes and vain.
Braddock, a slow, plodding,
method1cal, determined ring"
man with about as uninspiring
o record as you coulo expect of
q clod-hopper challenger. A
family man. On the dole. A
dock worker for a pittance to
keep three tiny lives and that
of their mother on some sort Of
even keel.
Braddock, the tall, whole
some, rugged Irish lad. blue
eyed and dark Of hair; existing
under the conviction that he
was destined to sometime be-
come heavyweight champion Of
the world and take his place in
the athletic annals along side Of
that ether sturdy son of Erin.
John L. Sullivan, the first
American champion and idol Of
two generations.
One of Millions
Braddock's is the story that
should light the flame of ambi-
ton in the soul of every man
or woman in this land who
has been caught in the mad,
swirling, topsy-turvy kaleido-
scope of the dark depression
through which the world has
recently passed.
No mortal could hardly have
been lower down in the scale
of human fortunes than was
James j. Braddock IL months
ago. He had slipped so COM
pletely that it was difficult
| for him to even receive a permit
| to fight. Never a great ring
man, the names of the men he
has whipped and those who
have whipped him are not the
ones that you would remember
from month to month.
/ But each was a stepping stone
to an ambition that burned
within-a Pickering light that
would not be extinguished. Like
O dim beacon on the distant
horizon it lured him on and on
until last night he came under
its full floodlight, bursting over
him as a rocket, revealing him
in the brilliance of achieve
ment where only the valiant
dare bask.
Made a Fight of It
Going into the ring the most
pronounced underdog since
Corbett made so bold as to
seek the title of John L. Sui
Ivan, Braddock amazed his be-
holders with a courage that
has not been duplicated in re-
cent ring history.
He struck the first blow in
the first round, a light left to
the head and he spared with
Make and felt his way along,
serving notice all the time he
was in the ring to, make a fight
of it, not merely to collect one
last purse before he would
bow out of the game forever.
as so many had said was his
mission. He contemplated
Max'S every move and coun-
tered with smart, telling man.
euverS.
He answered Makes singing
right uppercuts with long lefts
and hard rights to the head
and chin and he tied Make
up in such knots that as the
fight was getting down to the
last rounds, Make had to be
content to turn to infighting.
pounding Braddock's ribs when
he found he could not floor
him with those short blows to
the chin.
Baer seemed to fight those
final rounds as though he knew
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