Imperial Valley press. (El Centro, Calif.) 1907-current, 1935-12-14

DESCRIBES
SLAUGHTER

NEW YORK, Dec. IA UR)-In
Europe they dress the national
headsman or eXecutioner very
fancily He wears a tail coat,
striped trousers. gates ajar collar,
and white gloves. And they call
him Mister"
We don't go i'm for that sort
of thing over here. We just call
our executiOner "JOe"-JOe Louis
and all he wears is pair of
purple pants, rubber-soled shoes,
and wine colOred gloves.
Our eXecutiOner is meaner,
though. In Europe, the heads
man ends it all with silver
circle swing of his axe. One
slicing blow and it's over. Joe
doesn't operate that way. The
cruelty that's frozen in his bones,
the cruelty that's covered by the
soft sneer of his face, makes him
taunt his victims; makes him
taunt them until they believe
they're going to escape.
But they never do. Just as the
spark of hope burns brightest, our
executioner, the brown man from
Alabam', finds an opening and,
tiny though it be, drives home the
killing blow.
So it was with his latest victim,
Pauline Uzcudun, last night. For
three rounds - nine minutes =
headsman Joe played with his
man. Then, just when many OF the
$4,000 spectators who had paid to
see a killing thought the con-
demned Spaniard might survive,
Louis swung the knife.
The knife-a concrete fist en-
cased in the wine glOves-caught
Pauline on the left of his upper
lin. As it landed it touched OIL
a fountain of blood. When Louis
pulled his fist away, the entire
left side of the Spaniard's face
was running red. He fell as
though plugged with IA. HIS
feet came up and his head went
back. Luckily, the ropes OF the
ring caught his shoulders as he
dropped, breaking his fall and
easing him to the canvas.
AS he fell, Louis, with a heads
mans precision, stepped smartly
back and watched his victim roll
on the floor. Pauline, jerking
crafty like a chicken whose neck
has been wrung, staggered to his
feet as the referee counted eight
tuh!' Louis stepped quickly in anc
settled himself nicely on the fla
/ of his feet. A right hand SMASH
snapped back the Spaniard's head
AS he fell Louis, without batting
an eye. poured on left.
That ended it. As the referee
parted them, Pauline, out OF his
head, wobbled toward his tor
turer.
Come on" He said, through
lips thick with blood.
Louis pulled on his bathrobe
and looked at him disdainfully.
They called the Spaniard away,
and followed him.
For 20 minutes they held him
under an icy shower. The
needles of cold water beat on his
head, neck and body.
Finally, he tried to make 1t fror
the shower alone, but after tW
hating steps he began walking i
circles. Friends grabbed him an
sat him on the rubbing bench.
A doctor examined his lip.
wasn't pretty The big canine loot
on the left had been driven Gem
pletely through his upper lii
leaving a long purple cash. Owe
his left eye was slash you coul
place a pencil in. Blood scope
) from his noStrils.
, He didn't say a Word-Just S;
snuffed in big towels.
1t was hard TO believe, looking
at Pauline, that any man cOuic
have hurt him so with just three
punches. But that was all LOui,
struck.
Beside me at the execution
wa Jimmy Johnson of Madison
Square Garden, a man WHIT
! learned of fights and fighter:
: through nearly half century o.
; managing and promoting. Wher
: Louis failed to end Pauline in thu
} first round, and the crowd muir.
2 INJURED its surprise and disap'
/. prevail. Johnson leaned and whis
pered to me:
: THE crowd thinks Louis is fai
ing them. They just don't kno'
) He's setting poor Paulie for a rigl
hand. When he gets an openin
he'll knock his head off"
He got the opening in the fourt
y round when the Spaniard led wit
his left. The lead brushed Joe
: chin. AS Pauline lowered his glo'
Louis struck.