Ogden Standard-Examiner | 1920-04-11 | Page 30 | Most Boxers Earn Title by Taking Many Punches

MOST BOXERS ESI TITLE BY TAKING MM PUNCHES (Written for International News Service.) THE GREATEST FIGHTER HE EVER SAW. Georges Carpentier squinted at the' jsky for quite a few minutes the other day when we asked him who was the,' greatest fighter he ever saw. Georges has seen quite a few. Ho figured hitters, clever guys and tough birds over in his mind before he'd tell us the star of tho gang. j Finally, after much scratching of the. skull, squinting and wonfering,-he wonfering,-he told the interpreter to say that! ihi rrpflitocl rtf oil t-iri v t. I 1,1.. I ...w 0.v,uv.i. wi. mi iui(j.ulu in ma million mill-ion was Jem Drlscoll. "I saw him years ago when ho was at his best," said the French hero. "Ho was my ideal. What footwork, what blocking and ducking! Oh, la, la! Wliat a nice .hitter! He seemed! to set his man nicely and then puncn so prettily. Things were so easy with, him: I remember that I tried to box with Driscoll's ease right after I saw hini go the first time. My feet seemed seem-ed as though they were held down. My head didn't bob in and out as his did and my hands couldn't seem to got the speed that his had. Oh, he was pretty. I never have seen anything any-thing like him since. His opponents neemed so slow. "My next greatest fighter? Ah, Willie Lewis. Yes, a marvel. I learned much from him becausa 1 admired ad-mired him so. He was a very fast, clever boy, with a very dangerous punch. Lewis, to me, was another marvel mar-vel of the ring. "Who was next? Oh, that Dixie Kid from America. A colored welterweight. welter-weight. He was as dangerous as a hand grenade. Tcugh? Yes, yes, very tough. I understand that 'years ago he v beat the great WalcoiL. I can believe it. I boxed with him and he was a tcrron". Mrs. Carpentier Couldrrt Believe It. When Jim Corbett met Georges Carpentier Car-pentier the other day Mrs. Carpentier Carpen-tier was right by her hubby's side. Mr. Corbett, who is known in movie circles as "The child of tho screen," shook Carpenticr's hand heart ly. laughed, stepped around like a colt and kidded just as though ho knew every word of French that the newcomer new-comer pulled. j Mrs. Carpentier, standing close to the Interpreter, asked Cbrbett's age. I Corbett heard something about age and then smilingly said to the pretty Imadame: "Why, I was champion of the world before your husband was born. I I beat Sullivan In 1892, and Georges iniiMi i uuiii mini Lwu yeara laisr. When Mrs. Carpentier was told this she laughed heartily thinking It a joke. It- was no kid, at that. Here's a Bloke With the Sledge Out. Listen Tad I was over to the East End club last night and saw Barry Norton and Tony Forman, who, I ; think, is the greatest fighter that ever lived. Tony is masquerading upder the monicker of K. 0. Andrews. He's ' a pcream. , Who alive could step as fast and (flop as intelligently without getting corns on his head as our own K. O. Andrews? He rounds the corners so j fast he gets dust In his pockets be-,sjdes be-,sjdes getting a worm's-cyc view of the j attendance of the house. He's sot Fred McKay looking like a selling plater in a stake race when it ernes to hitting the boards. Sometimes he's on the bottom and sometimes tho other fellow's on top. Hoping you will bet all your money on the other fighter when he fights, Your pal of ' . j. & A. i