The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-08-19


 the select circle of heavyweight challenKers today, the only man in his division ready to meet oil corners.
 Louis, the stigma of his Schmeling defeat only a hay memory swiftly smashed down Jack sharkey, Q hol. low shel lof the once magnificent boxer, In Yankee Stadium last night before crowd of 2o,SSl. The Brown Bomber's fists, landing with pre.Schmeling force, sent sharkey to the canvas four times and left him O bloody, beaten wreck after one minute, Ave seconds of the third round of their scheduled 10 round bout. Louis weighed 100 S-A, shar" key iO7 i-4.
 With sharkey added Co Primo Camera and Max Baer on his list of K. O.d ex.ehamplons, Louis headed back up the comeback trail while, oddly enough, his conqueror of two months ago, Max Schmeling, was stalemated In his campaign to regain the titleholder's toga.
 Champion James ]. Braddock, complaining of Q mysterious injury to his left hand, won't fight Schmel. ing in September if he can get out of 1t. Louis Is ready to fight any. body, but most of ell the man who blasted him into the only defeat of his skyrocket career-Schmeling.
 The next turn of the wheel of As. tic destiny will be in the chambers of the New York state athletic com- mission Friday. The three commis- sioners will decide whether Brad. dock must fight Schmeling in Sep. tember, will be allowed to wait until next year to meet the German, or will have his title vacated # he re. fuses to fight. The last possibility Is remote but could happen. Tn that case, sohmeling and Louis might Dc named to fight for the title. With the title at stake, echmeling says he would Do willing to battle Louis again, but on that condition only.
 sharkey, habby about the body and puffy around the face, was one of Louis easiest victims. The Detroit negro hammered the garrulouS gob coaselessly in the first round, cor. nering him as # he were Q novice instead of c onetime champion. Louis parried sharkey's blows, brushed aside his long left, smashed his way in fearlessly in answer to the critics cry that ,he was gun.shy aS 0 result of his drubing by schmeling. Before the first round was over, sharkey's nose dripped blood and the throng sensed that the brown man was once again the ruth. less killer of the days before he crossed the path of Schmeling.
 Tn the next four minutes and two seconds Louis raked Hharkey's body and head with c steady fusillade of punches, some of which sharkey could see and couldn't get away from or block, but mos tof which were delivered with such binding swift. ness that he never knew what hit him.
 The first knockdown came midway In the second round after the Brown Bomber had ripped open two old cuts over Sharkey's left eye with left hooks, Sharkey, bleeding from his nose and eye, was gamely try- ing to reach the negro with dam. aging blow. But his leads were short or wild. Louis met him coming in with a short right chop to the chin, and Sharkey toppled to the floor. He got up at Q, his head awhirl. Hardly was he on his feet when Louis smothered him with gloves and Sharkey crumpled to the cane vas again. He was bleary-eyed and wobbly when he arose at Q count of Q but lasted the few remaining sec onds of the round.
 Tn the first exchange of punches in the third round, Louis smashed Sharkey to the floor again. He hit him with Q vicious right as he was falling, almost knocking the ex. sailor out of the ring. Sharkey crashed face forward along the AVWSA oeA aAAA OA AVkSS GAAA No AAS oOG UB - gled on drunken legs to arise 1t seemed that he might plunge of the rings edge into the laps of re- porters. He finally scrambled back to his feet at the count of 6 to meet the merciless attack again.
 Moving stealthily, in the inex- orable, shuffling fashion which char acterized his % straight victories be- fore he lost to Schmeling, the Brown Bomber came out of Q neutral cor- ner. He let 90 another volley of dynamite fists. Sharkey slumped to the floor in heap.
 Sharkey, bleeding from the nose and eyes, sat there in abject defeat. He put his hand to his mouth and fumbled with his mouthpiece. As the count reached seven he tried to crawl, like 6 man who had lost the use of his limbs, toward his corner. He finally pulled one leg up, and was wavering on one hand and one leg as the referee tolled ten.
 They led him to his corner, and he muttered through thick lips, Something must have hit some- where"