Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 161, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 November 1933 — Page 19

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“THE PRIZEFIGHTER AND THE LADY” From the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Picture Now on View at Loew’s Palace

CHAPTER TEN 'Continued) He did train, however, trained hard and faithfully, with one or two explosions, until the time for the world's championship bout with Primo Camera at Madison Square Garden came. He was nervous, excited, gloomy and glum by turns. In his dressing room he listened to the roar of applause that greeted the announcement that Jack Dempsey was to referee the fight. He hurriedly donned his bathrobe and started for the ring. ‘‘Here he comes now, folks," said the announcer as Steve headed for the ring, “the contender. Steve Morgan.’’ The ovation Camera received from the crowd was terrific. He kept, bowing right and left, stopping for his handlers to make way between the spectators who crow r ded the aisle to get a closer view of the, gigantic world's champion. After the disc had been flipped for colors and the champion and the contender had taken their corners, Steve looked sourly at the floor, not even giving his opponent a glance. As Bugsie was about to put Steve's gloves on his hand, Carnera’s manager approached. “Wait a minute.” He picked up Steve’s hands and examined the bandages. Steve held up each hand In turn and said sneeringly: “I got pig-iron in that one and two anvils in this one.” “I wouldn’t put it beyond you,” said the man, nodded and walked back to Camera’s comer. Bugsie started putting on Steve’s glove, stopped, worried. “Ain’t anybody gonna go over and look at lils bandages?” “Nuts!” exclaimed Steve. “Lixsen, Steve,” implored Bugsie, "if the Professor was here he’d—” “shut up!” CHAPTER ELEVEN "VI7TLLIE RYAN and Belle Mor- ’ ” gan had seats four or five row's back from the ring. Across the aisle, nearer the ropes, Belle saw the Professor, haggard, blearyeyed, his clothes in disorder. Her eyes w r ent back to the ring, where Steve, a sneering smile on his face, stood without responding to either plaudits or heckling that met his formal presentation before the first round. Suddenly her eyes met those of Steve. She let them rest on him coldly, enigmatically. Steve sneered and deliberately spat on the canvas. Belle lowered her eyes to her program, terribly hurt for a moment. Belle jumped nervously as the bell sounded for the first round. Morgan met Camera more than half way and rocked him with a smashing blow to the cheek. A great shout went up from the audience. Camera backed aw'ay, Steve tearing after him. They clinched and in separating Camera landed a smashing blow into Steve’s stomach. Belle winced. Morgan planted a smashing blow to Camera’s head, followed by a left hook that rocked the champion again. The crowd yelled its delight. Professor was half in, half out of his seat. Another of Morgan’s blows jarred the champion who got on a bicycle and kept stepping away. After a time, with a cocky smile, Morgan stopped following and motioned with his glove for Camera to come to him. A burst of laughter went up from the vast assemblage. Willie leaned down and smiled to Belle: “He can’t keep it up. He'll fall apart.” “Oh, I wish somebody would wipe that smile from his face!” Belle :• most screamed. “It's hideous!” a u BEFORE the first round was over Camera had given Steve a jolt to the head that all but lifted him from the floor. Still Steve smiled and jeered at his opponent. Steve was getting mad and nasty as the bell sounded the end of the round. In his corner, Steve waved aside his masseur, leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and sneered at Carnera, who had given himself into the hands of his handlers. Steve’s manager tried to whisper instructions to hint, but Steve waved him aside, too. “It's nice to see a man who believes in himself.” said Willie to Belle. “If that’s what they call “color,’ then I’m color blind!” she said. Steve met Camera in the latter’s corner as the second round started, missed a cyclonic blow to the chin and received one in his stomach that caused his knees to sag. He recovered, but in a furious temper, threw caution to the winds and waded into Camera, receiving a right to the jaw. another and another until even his fury learned caution. B B B BOTH fighters proceeded cautiously, breaking readily from clinches at Dempsey's order. Steve was breathing heavily. Camera landed a left and a right to the head that brought Steve to his knees. He recovered, reached out and connected with Camera, but in the champion's return of blows was nearly floored again, and Belle shrieked. “Steve, look out!" Camera had Steve against the ropes, lashing at him viciously, bringing the blood to his face. Steve got out of the corner, the fighters exchanged a few more blows before the bell sounded. The Professor, nervous and agitated, watched Steven's corner, and noticed that Steve did not this time refuse the ministrations of his handlers. The substitute manager tried to whisper instructions into Steve's ear, but the latter's eyes were dull and he did not appear to hear. As the bell sounded, he got to his feet slowly and listlessly. Camera tore into Steven’s terrirtory, connecting with two lightning lefts and a vicious right cross. The men clinched parted and a-sudden roar came from the throng. Belle closed her eyes and the tears trickled down her face. Willie Ryan watched her. concern on his fae. The professor winced, looked away from the ring. A renewed roar caused Belie to open her eyes. Steve was picking himself up, backing groggily away

from Camera who landed a blow to the head as the bell rang. a b m ROUNDS three and four were a draw. The faces of both fighters were raw and bleeding. Steve saved himself from a knockout in the fifth round, only by a clinch. Steve was getting the worst of it. He went to his knees once, but got up and was knocked dizzy as the gong rang. In the sixth round he showed evidences of fatigue. His cocky, sneering smile had vanished; he breathed heavily. Some of the spirit had gone from him with his cockiness. His blows lacked the old driving power. Belle, her knees beating fast with agony over the knockout she saw pending over Steve, looked behind Willie’s shoulders at the Professor who was standing, terrifically disheveled, and calling to Steve through his cupped hands: “Stephen, boy l Bring one up as he leaves!” Belle’s eyes went again to the ring where Steve was taking terrific punishment. She gave Wilie a sly glance, extracted a small gold and anemaled pencil from her hand-bag, and then pushed the bag and her gloves from her lap so that they rolled under the seat ahead of her. . “Oh, Willie!” she cried. M> bag and gloves! They'll be Willie took his eyes from the ring and reluctantly bent over to recover the lost article. Belle took advantage of his position to scribble something on the back of her program, folded it and waved it to attract an ushpr. By the time she had got the youth’s attention and indicated she was going to toss the paper to him, Willie straightened up and restored her gloves and bag. Willie’s attention went back to the ring, and Belle shook her head at the usher and formed the word “Wait” on her lips. At a sudden roar from the crowd Camera had landed a blow that brought Steve half-way to his knees —Belle waved her hands in simulated joy, almost hysterically, and managed to let her bag and gloves slip again to the floor, and kicked them under the chair ahead of her. BBS AS Willie’s head reluctantly disappeared, she caught the usher’s eye and tossed the folded program to him, pointing in the direction of the Professor. The usher went down the aisle three rows and pointed to the end man. Belle shook her head and gestured -‘One further over.” The usher hit it at length and at Belle's nod leaned over the end man and gave the program to the Professor, at the same time gesturing back of him and saying: “From the lady back there.” The Professor exchanged a glance with Belle and unfolded the program and read her note: “I can’t stand this. He mustn’t lose, and only you can pull him through. Please get up there with him, if it’s only because I once did what you asked me to. I love him.” The Professor glanced inquiringly back at her, after reading the note, and her short, slight confirmatory nods, his eyes went back to the ring. Then he stood up and, with energetic purpose, pushed people out the way and rushed down the aisle to Steve’s corner. “Have you had enough? Want to go,” asked Willie, noticing Belle’s agitation. At his question. Belle jumped impulsively to her feet, crying: “Were not going yet—we’re just starting!” She climbed past Willie and darted down the side towards the ring. Willie stood a moment and made as though to follow her. Then, with a sober face, resumed his seat. Steve was groggy, his arms but half raised as Camera came to him like a steam-roller. The champion landed two blows that knocked Steve into the ropes, to his knees. B B B T TIS body was half out of the ropes. Dempsey with difficulty got Camera into a neutral corner and then began to count. Belle pushed the people out of her way with almost maniacal force as she strode forward until she confronted Steve. Tears were streaming down her face as Dempsey’s hand came down methodically in front of Steve’s face as he counted. “Morgan, darling! Get up!” cried Belle. “I want you to get up!” Steve raised glazed eyes and with difficulty focussed them on Belle. “Eight!” came the count, checked by the falling of Dempsey's hand. By a herculean effort, a ghastly grin on his face, and nodding at Belle, Steve got to his feet and advanced waveringly to meet Camera. The Professor frantically pushed people out of his way as he came to join Belle. He pushed away the substitute manager, cupped his hands and cried through them: "Boy, it’s the Professor! I'm here!” In a clinch, he caught Steve’s eyes over Camera's shoulders, and Steve nodded at him. The Professor gestured that Steve was to hang on in the clinches. The Garden was in an uproar, shouting for the killing. Camera tore into Steve, but the latter went into a clinch and looked to the Professor for instructions who now motioned for him to keep away from the champion. B B B THE gong sounded and as Steve went to his corner, the Professor grabbed him and slammed him down on the stool. While the handlers worked over him, the Professor talked rapidly in Steve's ear. ''lni afraid it’s all over, Professor.” "No, it isn't! Even if you don’t knock him out you’ve still got a chance! Now listen.” And he proceeded to give his instructions. Steve nodding every now and then that he understood. “And remember. this isn't for me. It’s for you and Belle.” At ttye sound of the gong, both men were on their feet. Camera rushed Steve and landed a blow to the head that staggered him. He began to weavs and swing, then straightened like a spring rod, as Camera rushed him, and the champion received a left and a right that dropped him to his knees. (To Be Continued)

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