The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-06-21
BOASTS
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German Insists Title Will Change Hands-Gate to
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BY HENRY McLEMORE United Press Staff Correspondent

That's what more than 10000 cuS- toners will pay to see Joe Louis defend his worlds heavyweight box ing championship against Max Schmeling in Yankee Stadium to- morrow night.
 And every cent of 1t will be tri- bute, too tribute to the heart stopping savagery of their first bat tie two years ago when the Ger man, thought to be a sacrificial lamb, turned tiger and hammered Louis to the floor, senseless.
 Max Moves In
 AS if anxious to reach the scene of battle, where he will attempt to become the first deposed heavy weight champion in history to re- gain his laurels, Schmeling came down from the Adirondacks today. He came down with a bristly Stup- ble of beard, spring in his step that belied his 32 years, and an unshakable belief he would turn a trick that was beyond the &C., complishments of Dempsey, Corbett, Jeffries, and the speckled Fitzsim- mons.
 Tucked away in the home of friends, the Black Uhlan of the Rhine will stay in seclusion until tomorrow noon when, in Madison Square Garden, he will step on the spot-lighted scales for the formal Weighting-in.
 Louis, the champion, won't leave his camp in the fastnesses of the New Jersey hills until tomorrow. Like the black panther his packers say he is, Joe will stay in the woods until the last possible moment, and will not reach Madison Square Gar den until few minutes before he is scheduled to smile, shake hands, and be generally agreeable with the man who covets his title - the man who conquered him in fight ings biggest upset in 1886.
 Schmeling found this city a seething fight camp. Uptown, downtown, all-around-t town, the heavyweight battle has captured New York. The big towns restless, on edge, eager to see the Nazi and the Alabama Black Boy come to grips once again. The million dol lar gate, thought to have died for good when Dempsey said quits and turned restaurateur, was back again. From the right wing of the sixth avenue madhouse that is known as the twentieth century sporting club Promoter Mike Jacobs yelled over the roar of thousands of ticket seekers that the receipts would top a million - might reach $1 100000 or more.
 Mixup Deluxe
 The Tower of Babel, insofar as confusion and turmoil are con- cerned. was put to shame by the twentieth century offices of yes- terday and today. Disorder was the order of the day. The only thing needed to make the mad rush com- plete was the long and lanky fig ure of Tex Rickard, strolling about the premises, drawling:
 Well, I never seed anything like it."
 Connoisseurs of good, clean, monkeyshines planned today to at tend the weekly meeting of the New York Boxing Commission, whose three mambers are affectionately kown as "The three Dumb Dukes" and "Winken, Blinkin, and Nod" The commissioners under the gavel of General John J. Phelan, were scheduled to reach 8 decision on what type of gloves Louis and Schmeling would wear. Serious when nothing more important than wrestling semi-final is involved, the commission was expected to set an all-time night for pompous high jinks when faces with such an inn portant problem as choice of the gloves for heavyweight title fight. Louis wants a new-fangled glove with extraordinary long thumbs. Schmeling wants the regulation glove with thumbs which fit flush with the knuckle surface. Don't say I told you, but Louis is going to get the kind of gloves he wants.
 Both men reached the end of their training in top shape; noth- ing broken, nothing cracked, noth- ing aching or ailing. Schmeling polished off weeks of hard work with four rounds of punching in expert sparring partners, bringing his total of preparatory rounds to 109. Louis contented himself with & six-mile jog over hill and dale.
 Schmeling's last words before breaking camp were: T am at my peak, and by midnight Wednesday the worlds heavyweight title will be mine."
 This sounded fine to Schmeling's packers, but 1t was offset trifle by the bombast of the Black Bomber. Louis reiterated that he would gain revenge, lots of it and plenty sweet. He insisted two rounds would be all he would require to flatten the challenger for keeps, and that there was more than an out side chance he would do 1t in one heat.
 Apparently fight customers and experts though there was more truth in Joe's statement, because to- day the champion was a 1-2 fav- orite. A poll of the regiments of newspapermen in town for the joust revealed two Louis pickes to every one Schmeling packer. No one could question any choice. because in box ing, unlike any other sport, trere is no yardstick for measuring quail ity. In golf par tells how good a man is. In tennis the scores SC right on the board. In track the stop-watch has the final say.
 But in boxing it's man against man, punch against punch. heart against heart, and those things are to be measured by but one thing the ring of the bell and the referees call: Come out fight ing"
 And 1t won't be long until the bell rings.