The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-06-23

Through the mist and the blood he saw the towel too, and he rose, shaking, tC his feet. Te got up, knowing what was coming. He wasn't wrong. He got it. A left, a twisting, dirty left, snapped his head to one side, exposing the whole ex- panse of the left side of his face Like a rif1eman in Coney Island target range, who waits until the duck comes round, Louis drew a bead on that German jaw. With the same "w-h-o-o-s-h" that the big blade drops, his nut brown fist drove home.
 That was all.
 Donovan's counting was just a through all the numbers up to 900, and 1t wouldn't have done Max any good.
 Max A Real Man
 People yelled. Lights flashed. An nouncers beloved through their contrivances. People yelled some more. Louis pulled on his bathrobe and walked down the steps. And then Schmeling, to his everlasting credit, showed the finest spirit, the incest manners, any fighter ever showed. Still hurt, in heart and head, with every hope shattered, he made his way across the ring in time to throw a glove around Louis shoulders. It was almost the only time he touched him all night. He smiled, and said the German equivalent of congratulations" And as he started to climb through the ropes, little photographer pushed him back and asked for one more pose, Max stepped back, stood there and let the little man take a care full picture of Schmeling you know he would like to forget.
 Back in his dressing room, and under the prodding of Joe Jacobs, his American manager, Schmeling raised the old familiar cry of "Foul!". He said, over and over again, that Louis won the fight on an illegal punch to the kidneys-a punch that paralyzed him complete ly, doubled him up with cramps, and rendered him helpless.
 What will come of this claim of foul, no one knew today. It would not be too surprising, however, if an announcement was made that the German and the Negro, each a conqueror of the other, would meet in third and rubber fight. But that fight would not be likely to occur until next year, however, be- cause Max Baer of California, is all but signed to meet Louis in Sep tember. A father now, Baer says that the touch of his little boys finger has changed him from a play boy to solid citizen, and that he has no doubt that he can defeat Louis and regain the heavyweight championship.
 Baer Next?
 The last time Baer and Louis fought, the negro knocked Baer out in the fourth round before a gate that totaled almost $950000. It is this latter item, this ability to draw customers, that makes Baer so at- tractive in the eyes of Promoter Mike Jacobs. To tell the truth Louis victory last night left the heavyweight situation in rather dismal shape. Baer and Tony Ga lento, the beer-barrel who walks like a man, are the only contenders. And no one believes that either Max or Tony is a match for Louis.
 Louis victory last night estab- lished some sort of record in fistic finance. With the returns not yet definitely broken down, Louis stands to be paid off some $320, ,000-he go! 40 per cent of the gate-for two minutes and few seconds of fight ing.
 Schmeling will remain in this country until early July, when he will sail for Hamburg and the re- ception that is likely to be differen, ! than the one he expected. Louis is sure of but one of his plans-today at noon, sharply when the whistle blows-he is going to sit himself down to a gracious helping of hominy grits, pork chops, turnip greens and cornbread. Somebody else can go pick up the check for $3O0,0OO, give or take a few ten thousands