The Washington times., 1935-09-25
Bomber Sinks
Rival With
Bdrrdge
By HYPE IGOE

NEW 1O6LCA5 0CPGs AO'-OOO
Louis today seems to have the
world heavyweight title at his
mercy with only Shopworn Jim
Braddock standing in his r'ath.
The title must eventually come to
him because even game Braddock'S
most rabid admirer would scarcely
give Jimmy a ghost Of chance
against the Brown Bomber.
He butchered Max Baer in less
than four rounds on Yankee
field and save for the Levinsky-
slap.see-doo at Chicago it was.
from amateur to professional ad-
venture, his easiest fight.
Baer didn't give him 20 seconds
torment and as Joe himself said
in the dressing room:
"Baer's hardest punch was
landed after the bell had ended
the second round"
Crossed Up Baer
Louis victory was as neat as a
pin, brilliant in execution and
devilish in it's complete befud-
cling of Baer and any OF the
battle plans he may have con-
jured in his harum-skarum mind.
For one thing, when he found
Baer reluctant to essay any OF
the promised bull-in-the-china
shop charging, he deliberately
crossed up" Baer by knocking
him cuckoo with rights to the
jaw instead of the highly touted
left hooks which have become the
big bad wolves of fistiana.
Take the first knockdown. Joe
stalked the cringing hesitant
great lover with his left fllcklng
toward his face with no more
power behind the punches than
if they had been feather busters.
There's where the brown boys
devilment came in. Just when Max
seemed to be thinking that he
had chummed up with those rifle
lefts and had become fully &C.
quainted, double right hand
punches, two SO close together
that they seemed to be linked,
Sprawled him on the floor.
I've never seen anything in the
ring accomplished with such
binding swiftness. This all came
in the third, the butcher boy was
being butchered and he knew it.
Baer Gets to Feet
There was a strange Sickly
smile on his bloody face as he
looked up at Arthur Donovan at
the count of 49," For a moment
it did seem that he had made
up his mind that his race was
run. He got up and it was
courageous thing to do under the
circumstances. Louis punches
had robbed him of his one-time
astonishing stamina and the old
''mumbly pegs'' just wouldn't go
stout again under him. Up ne
got, however, and faced his ex-
ecutioner.
Baer was a pitiful wreck Of
what had been a brilliantly win
ming champion in the fight with
Carnera. Blood was smeared in
crazy streaks on his face. He was
sitting sidewise, one arm support
ing his reclining body. He looked
up and again he appeared to be
on the point of asking for mercy.
If any such thought was racing
through Baer's logged brain the
bell brought him to. He had been
down just six seconds when the
bell ended the round.
Dempsey rushed across the ring
and lifted Baer to his feet. 1t is
doubtful whether Max could have
regained his feet alone. Dempsey
fairly lugged the big fellow to the
corner, little Ancil Hoffman
scurrying after him, picking up a
loose limb whenever he found one
dangling.
A Useless Gesture
They made a rather neat job
of mopping up their charge but
all their hurried scrubbing of the
battered red face didn't alter the
fact that Joe's blows had pene-
trated Max'S marrow. He was
through when he walked out with
something of his old display OF
nonchalance. He was through
when Louis drove a stinging left,
and brutal right to MaX's belly
spiked him for the kill. His dying
gesture and his bravest punch
came then-a SenSeleSs, a useless
backhand flicked to Joe's face.
He paid the penalty. And being
through he offered no resistance.