The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-09-25
NHMELNC, SMITH
 :; FUTURE FOES OF : DARK DETROTTER
Louis Wants to Keep on Fighting Before Title
 Bout in June
BY GEORGE KIRSKEY United Press Stan Correspondent )


 New York, SeTt. 25.-(UP)-A new white hope" epoch was ush- cred in to-day on the murderous fists of a brown man Joe Louis. He pounded former champion Max Baer to pulp last night, just as he did former champion Primo Camera, and boxing experts and fight fans realized with a terrible thrill that no known man, black. yellow, whitet or red, not even Champion James J. Braddock, would have chcance against the minimizing, unfeeling fighting machine.
 Beaten Before Start
 Max Baer, only four months ago heavyweight champion and uni versally recognized as a great" fighting. man, never had a chance. He was cut down in II minutes and 42 seconds in Yankee Stadium last night before 84,831 men and women throbbing to the blood lust A frightening primitive below arising simultaneously from thou Sands Of throats filled the Septem- Der night as the bleeding Baer, crippled of mind and body, took the count on his knees, the i'm passive, 1.-the brown panther-man poised in a corner for the Kill if 1t was needed.
 'g Champion Braddock is next Probably he will crawl into the ring with the 21-year old negro next spring or summer. No one doubted that it would be another slaughter, but Louis had hardly dressed and joined his pretty. light tan bride of but few hours when fight promoters began mak- ing the preliminary arrangements.
 Last nights blood feast yielded gross receipts of $932,944--contri- buted by the third largest fight crowd in history. Baer received S215,107 Che and Louis shared alile) for his licking. So well did the public like 1t, and so enthusi- astically did 1t hail the new kill sr," "the greatest killer since Dempsey" that promoters en- visioned even greater harvests in the future.
 Schmeling?
 Louis, unafraid of any man and eager and willing to fight, may take on one or two fights before then--possibly one with former champion, Max Schmeling If the latter can be lurcd into ring with him. Even those who watched his sky-rocket rise to the heights in only IA months of pro- fessional fighting. with skeptical. faded eyes conceded that he would become champion and would re- main champion "a long, long time." So far Louis has made approxi- fnately & half million dollars, in- eluding last nights purse. Before he is 30, he will be a very wealthy man.
 Back in the sixth row of the working press section James J. Braddock, heavyweight champion, watched the slaughter of the man from whom he won the crown. :. It was like looking at the guy who's going to spring the trap at your hanging.
 Braddock wears the crown, but Louis the dark despot of the Heavyweight division in everything except name.
 Six punches sounded Baer's re- duiem. The first came in the third round-a right to the jaw which spilled him to the canvas for the second time in his career. With blood dripping from his nose and q cut lip, he came up at the count of nine.
 :. Louis, shuffling across the ring on flat feet, caught him before he could get his fists up and ripped five straight left hooks to the head. Baer slumped to the canvas, beat en into insensibility. He lay on the floor in heap as the count reached five. He couldn't have got up at ten, twenty or thirty. But the bell saved him.
 7, Jack Dempsey, his pal and sec ond. sprang into the ring, and picked him off the floor. As Jack lifted him to his corner, Baer reached out for strand of rope to hold to. Frantic. work brought him to his senses, and he was sent back to face the dynamite fists Q He didn't land a punch in that fourth round. Louis took his time, never deviated from the steady, nethodical pace which had, brought him 24 straight victories. 20 by knockouts. Near the end of the round he clipped Baer on the whiskers with a right--a 12-inch streak of paralysis which made the ex-champion's knees crumple under him.
 N Max Stiffened
 z. After the blow exploded Bacr seemed to hang erect in the cool September air. Then he slid downward like a melted snowman. It seemed minutes before he reached the floor. And there on one knee. head bloody and bowed. lie was counted out by Referee Ar tie Donovan. He might have got lip again. No one regrets that he didn't. He was helpless. Q pitable hulk of a magnificent athlete. Back in the dressing room. Baer, over bottle of beer, bid the box Ing ring farewell forever.
 ,, ''IIl never fight again." he said. "I'm going to settle on Cali fornia cattle ranch with my wife. | ', wasn't cut out to be a fighter. anyway"
 {, Tn the adjoining dressing room Louis was as implacable cool aH the night he made $50 for whip | ping Jack Kracken in small | club fight in Chicago. He paved tpibute to Baer's chin. ~ Tt was the hardest thing ever l kit," he said, "but also the easiest. The last right hit him with seemed like 1t struck a stone wall | KxN