Evening star., 1940-07-18
Lew Easy Mark
For Hank After
Swift Start
Strong for 3 Rounds,
Texon Folds Before
Bell for 9TH
BY GAYLE TALBOT,
Associated Press Sports WritAr.

| fSsOSlatCu EACoo 0pOAt to WIlt0bs
NEW YORK, July 18.-Henry
| Armstrong isn't the fighting ma
chine he was a year or two ago, but
he still is plenty good.
The beating the busy little Negro
gave Lightweight Champion Lew
jenkins in a non-title bout under
the Polo Grounds lights last night
was a masterpiece in brutality.
Every move of his brown body was
calculated to lead to the climax be-
tween the sixth and seventh rounds
when Jenkins slumped senseless
from his stool.
Few of the $4,000 spectators real
lied what terrible going-over the
slender Texan had received. Some
were surprised when he collapsed
when Referee Arthur Donovan called
Armstrong to ring center to lift his
glove.
But in his dressing room jenkins
still was SO dazed it took him some
time to realize how his downfall
had come. The battered 135-pound
king continued to ask whether he
had been counted out. 1t required
all the persuasion of his manager,
Hymie Caplin, to get him calmed
down.
jenkins Down Six Times.
For the first three rounds Arm
strong scarcely laid glove on his
tense. savagely punching opponent.
But for the next three rounds he
was poison, and Jenkins doom clear
ly was sealed from the first terrific
left hook that caught him on his
sharp chin and dumped him to the
floor.
In all, Jenkins was down six
times; once in the fourth, twice in
the fifth and three more times in
the sixth, when he was so weary
he could lash out only spasmodically
by instinct. The third time he went
down in the sixth he wasn't hit but
simply fell from . right he aimed
at Armstrong and missed.
When the round ended he stood
backed against the ropes, a pitiful
expression on his bloodied features,
his eyes blank. He was led to his cor
ner and placed on his stool, but after
a moment he tried to rise and, in
stead, went to his knees. his bushy
head nearly touching the canvas.
Armstrong Is Slow Starter.
There ended, temporarily, one OF
the most sensational rises IN ring
history. Until he met his master
last night, the slim ex-soldier had
won II, consecutive fights in New
York rings In the short space of a
year. He still holds his lightweight
title, as Armstrong came in at l39
pounds, but Lew knows now that
there is greater fighting man than
he. A few hours before he met the
Negro he said: Just breeze"
And as for those opening rounds,
frankly, Armstrong; admirers were
not so sure themselves. Those who
had wagered on the bull-chested
Negro at odds of / to 2 must have
experienced few pangs of doubt.
Because for nine minutes of fighting
Henry simply contented himself
with bobbing and weaving and
clinching and generally getting Jen-
kins' goat. The first round, In fact,
was nearly ended before Armstrong
sank his first real blow into jenkins
wasp waist.
Lew in Big Hurry.
Jenkins, meantime, was swatting
Armstrong all over the joint, laying
his rights and lefts on the Negros
chin an dwinning the three rounds
by wide margins. Some of them
shook Henry, too.
Between each round, Caplan
begged Jenkins to relax and quit
irving to punch Armstrong; head
of. because Hymie knew what was
going to happen pretty soon.
But Lew, little confused by Arm
strongs bobbing, kept right on, and
sure enough it happened.