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Show Dempsey Puts Fulton to Sleep in Twenty-Three Seconds of First Round Utah Heavyweight Rushes Opponent With Sound of Initial Bell; Quick Left to Head and Right to Jaw Puts Fred Out for Keeps; Minnesota Min-nesota Plasterer Tries to Rise, but Is Unable to Do So. By DAMON RTJNYON. . RINGSIDE1, .? HARRISON, N. J., July 27. A brisk flurry of brown Sjoves whisking about his ears is all N'red Fulton, the tall plasterer fremi Minnesota, can remember of his meet-i"? meet-i"? with Jack Dempsey here tonight. in twenty-three seconds after the . !jaall blew up, Fulton was lying "retched out on the canvas floor of tlie ring in the old Federal league base-1 base-1 park at Harrison, an inert, pasty-jacecl pasty-jacecl giant, whose long limbs refused j '" lift his ponderous trunk upright. U was one of the shortest fights on 'Word. It was so short it was barely fight. ' i Here it is: ! T1o bell. Fulton walked out of his j corner and extended his reachv, bony 'e't in a light jab at his shorter, dark-"inned, dark-"inned, beetle-browed opponent, i u psey rusllel i anr, winged his "Ent for Fulton's body. Then he ripped J1B left to the ame mark. They f nro. Fulton feinted with his right. , rmPse.V threw his left over with an " ii j n1 mtion, as old Nap Rucker f. S to Pitch a baseball, and caught i "'ton on the verv tip of his chin. t own went Fulton. I stj ill Ks caved under him with ' bull f n .sud3enness, his tremendous i a . tel1 into the ropes and hung there i lr nst.1;nt. Then it sagccd down slow-I slow-I 40utntl1 finally it fell limply to the ! hunting5, Eckhardt tbe referee, began I men'J6 tll0.UBari? people set up a tre-5 tre-5 d'n- Some of them did not Vi fiwr? klow struck, so quietly did F v1' hart- come- Thev were settling I ( 'varies"1 their 5eata af'ter the Prelim' I ihirUe-1acliet danced around the ring, 1 i ue ""SI. "He's out; he's out. Pay ' j jjPV money." ' IDK followers sprang up, astonished, li looking first at the hopeless giant on the floor and then at the swarthy youth from the far west who had knocked him where he lay. Eckhardt went on counting, slowly and methodically. His face was a study. The result had quite apparently apparent-ly astonished him as much as anyone else. .. , Presently he reached the final "ten." No one heard him. The crowd began swarming iuto the ring as Fulton's seconds bent over him and tried to lift him to his feet. They had to drag him upright. Dempsey Demp-sey went over and helped. As the big plasterer hung limply between the arms of the Utah fighter and one of his seconds, his eyes were open, but staring. star-ing. He mumbled a few words, but what he said nobody knows. Dempsey came here heralded as a rip-tearing fighter, but he did not go into Fulton with any particular ferociousness. fe-rociousness. He just marched at the o-iant, flinging both gloved hands without with-out any apparent idea of direction, but in a very cold-blooded, methodical fashion. , ' The blows that passed were not at all spectacular. Onlv the finish. After it was all over, there was, as is "usual in such cases, a hint that it was "cooked up" and that Fultou had taken the fall for the money, but .iust what Fulton could expect to gam by such an arrangement is not apparent. He has been regarded as one of the logical contenders for Jess J illard Is title in fact, the only contender until T,Mt Dempsev flashed across the fistic horizon this past year. He has beaten good men in his division and yet he did not strike the westerner one solid blow. Dempsey did not even have an opportunity oppor-tunity to show what he can do, except Punch, if the wallop that toppled the M nncsotan was all that it seems to he. days all of the menwho had seen the (Continued on Following Page.) Impressed for duty as timekeeper. Jack White, who beat Owen Moran in Los Angeles An-geles some years ago, was present at the ringside. So was Johnny Dundee and Irish Patsy Kline and numerous other fighters of the present era. Claim-Jumpers Get Busy. At the conclusion of the Herbert-Traoey Herbert-Traoey bout, and is though at a given signal, the center-field bleacher crowd spilled out upon the field and began a. mad charge upon the grand stand seats. It was not much of a crowd at that, but it looked numerous when it ot spattered spat-tered out all over the yard like a lot of emotional sheep. The guards with the riot guns galloped after the stampede, but the crowd brushed them aside. Some of the guards tried to push the excited, seat-hungry fans back wjth their guns. The fans just naturally pressed on past the awesome weapons inio the yawning cavities of seating space, and in the twinkling of a glass eye the left section sec-tion of the stand was filled. A lot of people who had been on the outside looking in suddenly came swarming swarm-ing over the ramparts and joined in. the seating festival up front. Then the people peo-ple in the right-field stand decided they would prefer seats back of the home plate, adjacent to the ring. That rush was over in another twinkling. The proud proprietors of $7 and $10 seats who -arrived late were greatly grieved on discovering dis-covering that their claims had been jumped. A lot of squatters leaped into the box seats close to the ring. Now came Joe Curley, his every footstep foot-step giving forth a splashing sound, due to the fact that his shoes were plumb lull of perspiration. He was throbbing with emotion. To Josephus Humphreys he addressed ad-dressed himself: "You tell those people to get back in their seats, or I'll call the show off." he said. "I'm not going to lose $15,000 in this way." From the crowd came back that familiar old sound technically described as "the raspberry." Then guttural murmurings. Then more guttural murmurings. One man took alarm at Joe's threat and returned re-turned to the bleachers. He was the only man there when the main event wont on. It is said he' is not exactly right in his head and has not been so for many years. Josephus then roared his introductions of Bennv Becker of Cincinnati and Jack White of Chicago, just as though nothing else had transpired, and the show went on. Becker and White had boxed two rounds and a half, when once more Jack Curley appeared at the ringside, beaming with honest exudations of moisture, .due to the heat and the size and conduct of his crowd. He explained to Benny and Becker that, much as he enjoyed their efforts, ef-forts, he was anxious to get the nrain bout aboard while there was still light enough for the pictures. Bennv and Jack were perfectly satis-fled. satis-fled. Josephus explained to the crowd, and that, too, was satisfied. Then the principals came on: followed by enough photographers to take Berlin. jempsey was trailed into the ring by Jack Kearns, his manager, and Jimmy Deforest and Clay Turner, the Indian boxer, while with Fulton were Mike Collins Col-lins and his manager, Fred Sears, and Dan Hickey. Fulton wore a pair of green tights, while Dempsey's trunks were of cool-looking white linen. Fulton was announced as weighing 20S pounds and Dempsey 1S8. Johnny Eckhardt of Philadelphia, the referee, was introduced, and at 7:15 the bell sent the big men on their way. 0IT0IEP (Continued from Preceding Paga.) Colorado man box out west, had been predicting just such an outcome. They did not believe that Fulton could stand before the young tornado more than five rounds at least. Moving pictures were taken of the affair. af-fair. Certainly the fight could not have been for tha pictures, because there was not enough of it to make a g-ood flash.' The promoters announced that each man 'received $12,500 as his guarantee. The crowd was unexpectedly small and the fight was probably a loser. J ack Kearns, manager for Dempsey. declared tonight that he will now challenge Jess Willard for the world's heavyweight title and that his man will donate his end to any war charity that may be designated. The ring, on the word of Joe Humphreys, Humph-reys, whose bald bean got intensely sunburned sun-burned before the afternoon was over, was a most historic affair. Moving Pictures Taken, It was the same ring, acording to Joe, whence the old master, Joe Gans, appeared ap-peared on the occasion of his last fight. This was the one with Jabez White. It was also the ring, said Joe, in which Terry McGovern made his fjnal fistic appearance. At 5 o'clock a crew of photographers clambered into the ring followed by a big delegation of large and partly bald-headed bald-headed citizens. These gentlemen were bulked in one corner of the ring and photographed. It then leaked out they were members of the New Jersey boxing commission. George W'eedon of Charleston, W. Va., breezed in early, and presently the gathering gath-ering began to assume an aspect of importance. im-portance. Eddie Curley arrived. So did Lew Dockstader, Bill Brady, Joe Weber, Sam Harris, George Cohan, Raich Ince, Ed Carewe, Nat Goodwin, Eddie Foy and Jimmy Britt. Foxhall Keene, the famous doIo player, drifted in at 6 o'clock unperturbed by the heat. DeWolf Hopper arrived in good order. John S. Smith, chairman of the Jersey boxing commission, was seen coming com-ing long before he reached the place. Many people argued that a flotilla of searchlights was bearing down unon the yard, but it, turned out to be only the commissioner behind his jewels, the like of which have not been seen since Diamond Dia-mond Jim Brady was abroad in the lad of the living. Preliminaries Start It was nearly supper time by the old Puebio, Colo., system of reckoning when Joe Humphreys crawled into' the ring wearing no. hat or megaphone to assist him and conveyed to certain people in the crowd the following information: "Ladies'' (there were quite a number present) "and gentlemen (keep quiet out there and you'll be able to hear) Johnny, wait a minute now, and I'll tell you Murray of the Bronx (if you people out there in the bleachers will just hold up a minute, you'll find out all about it) Murray of the' Bronx, New York, and Jimmy Sullivan of Harlem (wait now out there) will meet in the ooening bout (Wait I tell 'you.) Six rounds, le's go!" Murray weighed 117 and Sullivan 115 Sullivan left-handed Murray to a whisoer m the first round and in the second round dropped the Bronx youth for the full count, Murray taking the advice of everv-body everv-body at the ringside to stay down until Patsy Kline, the referee, counted as far as he could. Then Murry went on about his business. ' By this time Broadway commenced to extricate itseli from the wilds of Jersey and there appeared persons against whom the betting was as high as 50 to 1 on i the proposition of their ever locating the scene of the trouble. ' At 6:30 Jack Curley made another dash around the ringside. He was sweating mora than ever. The air was cooling or: but the crowd was getting little large1' There were enough blank spaces in the grandstand to give a faithful promoter a headacne. It would have been a paving assemblage had all the neoule on " the near-by buildings and scaffoldings settled set-tled at the gate. At 6:40 Jack Curlev was again seen circling the n remises ard at this period he was leaving little drops of water In his wake. A small crowd is certainly a great .workout for a promoter Matty Herbert of Perth Ambov got a Jersey cheer when Humphreys yelled his name. He met Johnny Tracer" of New York in the second bout another "s'x-rounder. "s'x-rounder. They weighed in at 122 pounds and were very rough beys. Herbert beat Tracey. ' He did it by earr.est work in the rlrsr two ro-jnds. Tracey was strong at the rinish. It was a good bout. Jack Skelly. the oidtime featherweight and now a Yorkers sporting writer, was |