The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1935-07-08
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the long march to the ring proper
began, escorted by a flock of cops.
You'd imagine they were protect
ing the President. At that, I
needed them because it seemed as
if every man and woman in the
Bowl wanted to shake my hand
and wish me luck. 1 recognized
some. Joe told me that DR.. Dafoe,
who brought the quintuplets into
the world, was an interested spec
tator.
Looks like a 100000 gate"
guessed Gould. There's about
10000 people in the place"
Gould continued the chatter to
break the mOnOtOny of things.
I looked around for mother,
father and twelve other Brad
docks but couldn't see them. But
I did see Jimmy Johnston in the
dudiest buds 1 ever lamped. He
wore a gray checked coat, light
blue trousers, deep blue shirt, a
bright yellow necktie with purple
spots and fancy pocket hand
kerchief, Once he sided up to
my corner and asked how 1 felt.
"WhO dressed you?" asked.
"Never mind my Clothes" he
stopped me. "Get set to give
that bIoke the licking of his
life"
I was sorry to learn that, after
40 years of announcing, the grand
old Joe Humphreys wasn't there to
announce my fight. For years he
had introduced me-"the great
Jersey Irishman"-and now he
couldn't be on hand to lift my arm
in token of victory. He had re-
currence of a paralytic stroke and
was confined in the home of a
friend at New Rochelle. N. Y.
Humphreys notified Johnston
early in the afternoon that he
would be absent. He listened to
the fight over the air and also
heard touching tribute paid him
by his youthful successor, AL
FraZin.
A new scheme, Gould called my
attention to it, was tried to keep
the floor in our corners from be-
coming slippery. 1t was a movable
piece of canvas about a yard
square, which the seconds placed
Under the boxers chairs between
rounds.
expected to see Donovan climb
through the ropes as referee. To
my great surprise I saw Johnny
McAvoy. of Brooklyn, getting into
the ring. He has been a first-claSS
referee many years. He was in
there to give us both fair shake.
I heard the names of Charley
Lynch and George Kelly as judges.
What beautiful weather-the
kind the late Tex Rickard used to
get!. Baer was introduced first.
and he got just a few cheers and
the usual razZ. The noise was
deafening when my name was an
nounced. It made me feel good to
know I had so many friends in the
vast bowl.
We received the customary in
structions. Baer eyed me sharply.
looked at him from the corner
of my eyes. Gould was still talk
ing. What he said have for
gotten but, rest assured. I didn't
get the worst of the referees in.
Structions. My seconds included
Gould. Robb. Whitley Bimstein,
Ray Arcel and Solly Seeman
guarded the corner sitting on
the stool.
Bell Clangs
The bell changed. I could feel
my heart humping. Baer, grin
ming, lunged at me. I paved with
the left and then took the biggest
gamble of my life-I whipped
over the right and, as luck would
have it, the punch parked itself
on Makes jaw. I may have
missed the knockout by the frac.
ton of an inch. But that hard
right practically won the fight
for me. Baer was taken back at
my misunderstanding him to
the punch. The effects Of the
blow must have dampened his
spirit for I could see soon he
didn't like the gaff.
Against Schmeling and Camera
he had really got them with the
first blow. But June Is last, I
stole his thunder. Right then
and there he realized he was in
for it.