The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1938-06-13
LAYTON CARVER

foothills, midst quietude broken
only by the braying and barking
of cricketS, Max Schmeling studi-
ously and, perhaps quite success
fully. is preparing for the most
important event in his pugiliStic
life-to be the first man ever to
retrieve the world heavyweight
championship.
trieve the world heavyweight
championship
That would be enough in itself
to make Wednesday night of next
week in New York'S Yankee Sta
dunn more or less suspicious for
him. but there is considerably
more to it than that. He is help
ing to attract the first million-dol-
lar gate any fight ever drew with
out Dempsey. All the prestige
and adulation that came to him in
his homeland, Germany, two years
ago when he knocked Joe Louis
out in IL rounds will be riding on
this one.
He is confident he will knock
Louis out again next week, al
though-just as before-few will
believe him, and scarcely none will
after they see him tumble through
a workout with an assortment OF
round heels called Butch and Joe
and AL. But Schmeling always has
been a notorious gymnasium bum,
then somewhat better than all
right in the ring.
SCOTS AT REPORTS
He SCOTS at reports that he has
slipped too far in two years since
that 1886 June night when he
whitfield Louis down. He laughs,
not unpleaSantly, too, when you
tell him you hear he is perfecting
a left hook at the age of 33-a
time when most pugiliStS are
either through, or being belted
closer to permanent residence in
the wacky department.
He simply is convinced Louis will
Succumb again. There is no doubt
about it as the man with the blue
jowls, the penetrating gaze, and
prepossesSingly auStere mien views
it all-then he will go back to his
homeland to be cheered by the
Nazis, and to accompany his wife,
the beautiful Anna Ondra. of the
German films, on a teatime visit
with his friend Adolf Hitler.
Schmeling has come a long way,
and he's appreciative of the posi-
ton he holds now as pugilism'S
potential second man of destiny
Coincidentally, he trains here now
in the same camp made famous
by the first man of destiny, Gene
Tunney, whose little white cabin
of his challenging days is pointed
out by natives like Grants Tomb.
a Washington Monument or some
other such landmark.
TWO MORE STANDS
Thus surrounded by such scenic
beauty that the place has come to
be known as the st. Moritz of
America in the resort pamphlets.
the old Black Uhlan of the Rhine
is trying to keep the spark OF
youth going just for one or two
more stands-the one next week
and another in the fall, when ne
would meet Max Baer, the only
man to knock him out after he
reached the top. And they might
fight before a $4,000 crowd.
One way and another the Ger
man has a lot on his mind as he
grinds his way to physical condi-
ton here in a training camp as
far from the fight as any other
ever pitched. But he loves it, even
If everybody else does grouse and
mutter over a 250-mile train ride
and a 60-mile automobile trip into
the WildS.
And that is one of the most re-
vealing things about the German.
He doesn't care too much for COM
partnership, and the farther away
he can get the better it suits him.
His cottage here is occupied by his
trainer, Max Machon, who started
him boxing; Otto Petrie, the Ger
man bike-rider and close friend,
and a German cook. Joe CYuS-
Sel-the- MUSCLE Jacobs stays up
the road at an inn and does his
managing by committing back and
forth.