Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 162, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 November 1933 — Page 21

NOV. 16, 1933.

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

CHAPTER TWELVE PANDEMONIUM was at once let loose In the great Garden, and the uproar could be heard for blocks. and bewildered, Camera got to his feet but Steve was on him In a flash with a blow to the chin that again sent Camera to his knees. He remained on his knees and Dempsey began to count while the thrilled crowd went wild. At the count of ten Camera came to his feet, crouched and sprang at Steve. It became a pure slugging match, rules and science of the art of selfdefense forgotten. Belle, torn away from the ropes, had gone back to her seat by Willie but from there she continued to scream encouragement to Steve. Willie, thrilled by the fight, was even nmre thrilled by the change in Belle am Ms eyes were on her as much as they were on the fight. Once again in round nine Steve floored Camera and the champion took the full count before springing back into action. They slugged, cornered each other at the ropes, went Into clinches, break-aways. With a series of powerful punches Camera sent Steve through the ropes upon the press bench, but Steve was up in a second, vaulted over the ropes, and hit Camera so furiously that, as the champion went down, he tripped over him and sprawled full length. They were up again, fighting madly as the bell sounded. Steve looked around for Belle. “None of that." said the Professor. "Just keep her behind you and that big lug in front of you. You’ve got him now. Listen to me.” and he continued pouring advice and orders Into Steve’s ears until the bell rang for the tenth round. Both fighters were determined upon a knockout and their blows had all the power behind them they could summon up. CarneYa was floored at the first exchange of blows and stayed down for the count of nine, while the crowd again went mad. Camera got up slowly and fought cautiously. Steve followed him about the ring just as cautiously, but alertly, no smile now on his face. The champion backed away, stalling for time. Suddenly, Steve had him cornered against the ropes and w r as swinging for a knockout, but Camera saved himself by a clinch. Steve gave him some bad body punishment for that clinch. Dempsey had a struggle to separate them, Camera clinging to his opponent. a a a A FTER they were separated, Steve came In like a wild-cat and buckled the champion with blows to the stomach. They fell Into another clinch, and Steve stood with his arms extended, willing to let Camera have a clean break. When the referee finally got them parted. Steve stepped in quickly and cautiously landed two body blows so loud in their impact every one in the jammed house could tell that they hurt. Camera replied with a smash to Steve's chin, but he shook it off and came back with a series of rights and lefts that dropped Camera to the canvas in Steve’s own corner. Dempsey again began the count, waving his hand in front of Carnera's face. It was only at the count of ten that the champion came up and proceeded to drive Steve back to the centre of the ring. There they held a slugging festival that stood the crowd upon its ears. Both fighters were showing signs of physical manhandling; their faces were bleeding profusely, but both were too wild with excitement to guard themselves and the blows rained thick and fast—the smacking impact of hard glove on naked human flesh just as hard. At the end of the furious slugging, Camera again went to the floor. He did not rise until the count of nine, and then it was painfully and only to drop into another clinch. Camera's manager shouted desperately to him, but the champion shook his head in the negative as if indicating he hadn't the power to follow the instructions. a a a \S the referee tore the fighters desperately apart, Steve stepped quickly up to his opponent

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and drove him across the ring with a series of rights and lefts. Camera sagged against the ropes, partly down. As part of his body had gone through one of the lower ropes Steve and Dempsey helped him back into the ririg and he quickly fell into a clinch as the bell rang. A mighty yell went up from the audience as Dempsey walked over to the judges and consulted with them. Camera sagged into his chair in the comer, nearly all in. The Professor grasped Steve in his arms, but his gaze followed Dempsey over to the judges. was crying from .strain and suspense on Willie Ryan’s shoulder. About the auditorium people stood and sat in peculiar, contorted positions, and a silence that was deathlike after the hellish clamor fell upon the spectators as they awaited the judges’ decision. They were disheveled, perspiring, mouths agape, eyes staring. After a minute Jack Dempsey returned to the center of the ring and waved both hands in the air, indicating that the judges had declared the bout a draw. And then the crowd set up a rush for the ring and would have invaded it, overrunning the fighters and their handlers, had not scores of police been stationed at points of vantage ready to cope with them. Steve and the Professor hugged each other. With the arrival of the police, the Professor got them to help him get Steve out of the ring and back to his dressing room. a m a BFTT.T.W and Willie Ryan were caught in the jostling, swirling throng, tramping up the aisle to the exit. She clung tightly to his arm not to get separated. He grinned down at her. “How do you feel, Belle?” •’I feel fine, Willie.” His face was set and dour. “I never thought it could happen,” he said between his teeth. Belle shot a glance at him and her voice strained when she spoke again. “Lots of things happen to us we don't expect, Willie ... I ... I suppose Morgan deserves it.” Her eyes w r ere pleading. “Sure,” said Willie, looking down with an enigmatic smile, “everybody deserves what they get.” The sole topic of conversation among the guests as Belle and Willie entered the Cabaret El Ryanno, was the fight and Steve's great comeback in the last three rounds/ Belle went straight through to her dressing room to don the costume for her number. While Belle, alone in her dressing room, was finishing her toilet and listening to the strains of orchestra music that came floating back to her from the cabaret, she stopped powdering her nose, covered her face with her hands and stifled a sob that arose in her throat. The door opened and Willie Ryan stepped in. She saw his reflection in the mirror and began dabbing her face while she regained control of herself.

“Still feeling fine?” asked Willie, gently. “Sure. I kind of lost my head at the fight, didn’t I?” “You don't have to sing tonight." ,“But the show must go on, Willie,” she kidded. “I don't mean that. I mean youre canned.” She turned quickly and stared up at him. He smiled and went out through the open door, returning a moment later with Steve Morgan. Steve’s face was solemn, but his eyes were full of love. Belle’s hand flew to her throat at sight of Steve's puffy eyes and bruised cheek. "Here's your good-by present,” said Willie. “It's slightly used, but I guess you won't want any rebates.” He turned to Steve. “You look a little tired. Better go into a clinch and hang on.” Willie left them, closing the door. Belle and Steve stared at each other, then he walked over, knelt down and laid his face in her lap, like a little boy, tears of remorse and shame in his eyes. “Do you love me?” asked Belie, tenderly. “Honey, I love you so much I'll give it all up. I’m tired of being a big shot. I just want you.” “You cant give it up until you are the big shot—until there’s nobody bigger. Your jab still isn’t finished." THE END

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"Not like that,” she pleaded. “If you do that I shan't be able to go —and I must! Goodbye, my dear.” She looked at him. His arms went tenderly around her. "Don’t you see? ’ she wept. Tarzan looked at her silently a moment, then with complete understanding took her up in his arms.

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Her father was the first to see Jean. Stopping suddenly, he cried weakly: “Jean!” Holt raised his gun quickly, aiming at Tarzan. But Jean had been watching the younger man. She stepped in front of Tarzan and steadily met Holt’s ferocious look until he lowered his gun.

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