The Washington times., 1935-06-14

square Garden, 6SSSsas%*
he found the Bill Corum
man he was looking for-little
Joe Gould, who had been his
manager before he gave up the
ring in disgust to try and exc out
a living doing heavy work on the
docks.
"Joe," he said, without pre-
amble, Il gotta have thirty-five
bucks"
That's a lot of money these
days, JIM" said Joe. Haven't
you heard about the depres-
sion? What have you got to
have it fOr?"
For milk for the kids" re-
piled Braddock. II owe the milk
company thirty-five and they
told me this was the last week
they'd leave it, if they didn't
get their dough. 1 don't mind
not eating regularly myself, but
those kids have got to have that
milk. They've got to-"
"Of course" agreed Gould, 81
haven't got that much money on
me, but I'll get it for you right
away"
He did.
Last night that same James J.
Braddock, a 30-year-old veteran,
stood in the ring of the Madison
Square Garden bowl and de-
cisively outpointed the Wanted
Max Baer to become heavyweight
champion of the world.
Plenty of Milk Now
Howard and Jay and Baby Rose
Marie Braddock will have all the
milk they can drink now, and ice
cream and cake to go with it.
1t was not great fight in
which James ]. Braddock, who
was named after James j. Jeffries
and picked by James J. Tunney,
better known as Gene, to succeed
him as the next Irish heavyweight
champion of the world, licked the
hammish looking Baer. But it
was good enough to make the
dreams of James, his wife, and
their little brood come true. 1t
was not a sensational victory, but
it served.
It was in this same Garden
bowl, on a preliminary to the
card of last year that
Jersey Jim started his climb from
rags to riches, from oblivion to
fame. And he had to come up out
of the rosin to do it.
They had dropped him in
against supposed Southern ter
ror called Corn Griffin to give
him a chance to pick up a few
stray dollars. Griffin was meant
to win.
Arises to Win
When Corn tagged Braddock and
set him on the seat of his fighting
trunks, one of the few times he
had suffered that indignity in
eighty fights and nine years of
campaigning, it looked as if the
experts might be right for once.
Jim was properly hit and nobody
would have blamed him if he had
stayed down there where he was
and out of trouble.
But that is not the Braddock
way. He didn't even think of it.
But he did think, he told me
later, that he was just broken
down has-been who should quit
fitting again and this time for
good.
He got up and knocked out Corn.
That started it. They were build.
ing up a colored heavyweight
known as John Henry Lewis and
thought Braddock would be soft
meat to feed him. Once more the
sucker turned out to be a Socker.
Then they figured that Art
Lasky would be the right one
to be ready for a title shot with
Baer. Again Braddock was to
be the stepping stone to another
mans success. Again he kicked
over the applicant and chucked
a monkey-wrench into the ma.
chinery.
Braddock Gets Chance
Fighting a better fight even
than he turned in against Baer
last night, he whipped Lasky,
and even then he probably would
never have got shot at the
title. But Max Schmeling was
making a picture with his wife
in Germany. Mike Jacobs had
Camera and Louis tied up.
On such thin tight wires as
that does destiny do it's act. AS a
last resort as a stop-gap, because
they couldn't find anybody else,
the Garden promoters finally
sighed and said: well, Jim' you
do it,"
And Jim did it to the Queens
taste. Also the kings. Also the
taste of some $4,000 fans, Who
we're cheering Braddock as SEN
timental favorite last night.
Baer made one fatal mistake
at last nights fight. He should
have brought his big brother,
Buddy, with him. Buddy might
have been better than his more
famous brother. He couldn't
have heeY1 worse