The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-06-23
By HENRY McLEMORE


 By HENRY McLEMORE Limited Press Staff COrrespOndent)
 New York, June 23.-(UP)-Joe Louis is swifter than the chair, quicker than the hempen moose.
 Only the guillotine can match him as killer.
 The brown skinned boy shutfled out before some 10000 people in Yankee Stadium and finished off Max Schmeling, and his challenge for the worlds heavyweight title, in 124 seconds.
 The chair takes four minutes to finish man, the moose longer. Even lightning must bow to Louis, be- cause it only strikes once. He struck a dozen times. Each blow took its toll, and the toll was a heavy one. The final one sent Schmeling pitching forward on his face. His only sign of life, as the referee counted over him, was a twitching of his feet.
 Schmeling was so badly hurt his body still throbbed hours after the fight, and his manager, Joe Jacobs, fearing that his spine or right kid ney may have been injured serious ly by blow which Schmeling claimed was foul, took him to Poly clinic hospital at a. m. X-ray pictures were taken but Schmeling was not admitted as patient. He spent the night in Jacobs home. Physicians will examine the pie lures today to determine the extent of the damage.
 Pitiful
 Schmeling's defeat was not some- thing one would like to see again. The utter disintegration of an ath- lete is painful to watch, even when 1t takes years. Schmeling's disinte- grafton, from superb physical speciman to a helpless, hopeless, bleeding object required just two minutes end four seconds. One mo- ment the spotlights picked him out and accentuated the brightness of his eyes, the rhythm of his muscles, the eager life of him. In little more time than a breath is held, those same spotlights picked him out again-picked him out on the floor, and not standing up.
 He lay sprawled face down. His arms dangled. He quivered as a beaten, hurt body quivers.
 One moment sculptor's model, the next something that had to be carried away.
 Looking back over last nights fight, one is thankful that this boxing championship, the most primitive of sports was held in a civilized setting. Had it been held in a jungle, with survival and not the title at stake, it is no exaggera- tion to say that Schmeling, the weaker man, would be dead.
 Louis shed his mercy as easily as he did his bathrobe last night.
 When the bell rang, and the huge crowd came to its feet with a roar that shook the stone and steel of Yankee Stadium, Louis shuffled out for the kill.
 At his mammys knee in Alabama, Louis was taught that vengeance belongs to him on high, but for the time, he forgot all that, and in his desire to wipe out the beating that the German gave him two years ago, he took vengeance into his own hands. For some Is seconds he stalked the German. Then he struck. With drum fire of rights and lefts, he drove Max into the ropes, where he hung, helpless. Louis beat him without answer. Louis probably would have finished him there, beating him senseless while he still stood upright, had not Referee Arthur Donovan waved Louis back, and started counting. Donovan had just said "OneP when Schmeling somehow untangleC himself and gallantly walked out towards his enemy. Left hooks brought his hands down, and as they dropped, Louis fired a right that hoored him for count of two
 In the Fog
 The fact that the German got up at two was proof of his state. A fighter who knows what's going on stays down as long as he can, and gives his head every chance to clear.
 When Schmeling came to his feet, he was in no condition to fight Had you seen him on the street in the shape he was in, you would have rushed to his side to keep him from falling, and asked someone to call a doctor. But there was no one to succor Max, no one to comfort him.
 Instead of a helper, he was faced by man who wanted to punish him unto death. Louis drove home a right hand that turned Schmel- ing's head clear around, and as he grotesquely looked backward, he must have seen that night in June two years ago when he was the killer, and Louis the persecuted. Louis must have seen it too, be- cause he moved in and viciously beat Max to the floor. As Donovan counted, a towel came fiuttering in from the Germans corner. It said:
 "Kamaradt"