The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-05-09


and then McLar-
min refusing to accept the inevitable,
locking their teeth and walking into
a continuous drum-fire of leather,
added another vivid chapter to the
brilliant careers of these two fine
fighting men, and stirred the emo
tons Of 1900 white-collared Sadists
to mass hysteria that rocked the
arena.
OVEN the most careless spend
A. thrift would not have given a
> quarter for Canzoneris chances
after a whistling right handler and
a short, staccato series of rights
and lefts seemed to tick off his
death warrant after two minutes of
milling in the first round. He
sagged at the knees, a peculiar red
dish flush covered his swarthy,
wrinkled face, a startled, dispairing
look came into his eyes. A cry from
the crowd Come on Jimmy,
finish it,"
And had the onslaught started
sooner he might have finished it.,
but somehow Canzoneri managed
to muddle through, and when the
bell sounded for the second round
he seemed to be reasonably all
right again. McLarnin, cool
heady worker when one more
punch is needed for the kill, took
his time and for more than two
. minutes the action was negative,
and then the fight took a surpris-
ing turn.
A right hand roared through the
air, but it wasn't McLarnin's right.
IT. was Canzoneri's, and it caught
the lrisher on the chin, dropping
him TO his knee. In that one sharp.
flash of leather the whole COM
plexion of the fight changed. A
confused McLarnin with bleed
ing nose walked back to his COR
ner,
IRON that point on it was mainly
Canzoneri's fight and when the
decision came to him at the end of
the tenth there was not a dissent
u ing below, not even in McLarnln's
g own corner. After the first round
= and there may have been some
excuse for that ne-Canzoneri not
only outfougbt the former king of
the welterS but he outgeneraled him.
Canzoneri started the first round
dazed Turning to go to his corner
. after listening to the referee he
3 bumped his head against the iron
4, microphone that was suspended
over the ring Don't try to
fight him this round" instructed his
manager. Just see what he's got
1t was while Canzoneri was trying
TO see that he ran into those irish
hand grenades.
1t is possible he might have run
into them anyway, but the fact re-
mains he was never in any really
serious trouble the rest of the dis
lance. He let McLarnin do most OF
the leading, which was smart, be-
cause McLarnin, inactive since MAY
a year ago. was wild with his
punches, wilder than he had ever
been before.
LIE paced himself like an old race
Il horse that knew he had only
sc much stamina and vitality and he
would have need OF it all when he
turned into the stretch. He fought
: in fiurrieS, t1urries crowded with
accurate, jolting punches that had
McLarnin's head rocking from side
to side like a small sailboat in a
storm. Between these flurries he
rested, watched the one-handed
clock on the wall that licked off the
seconds, recharged his batteries and
leaped back with swinging gloves.
This went on through the third,
the fourth and the fifth rounds with
McLarnin, beady eyed, thin Tipped,
4. moving forward, always forward,
maneuvering for an opening for his
heavy right-the right that brought
him so close to victory in the open.
ing minutes, and which now seemed
to be so far away. But his long alb
/ sence from the ring was showing.
There was no precision to his blows.
And the cagey, sharp-edged Cam
zoneri, with some Is battles under
his belt to McLarnin's one In the
} past twelve months, made the prob
lem all the mora difficult by refus-
ing to stand still. Always he was
just out Of reach. When he wasn't
stepping away from the punch he
was ducking low or jumping high.
from any angle he was a very an