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- Memories of a Heavyweight
-
- June 13, 1983
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- Jack Dempsey: 1985-1983
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- He won the heavy weight championship of the world 64 years ago from
- Jess Willard and lost it seven years later to Gene Tunney, but right
- up until the day he died last week, many still thought of Jack Dempsey
- as champion. And one could not think of Dempsey without thinking of
- Babe Ruth, Bobby Jones, Bill Tilden, Red Grange. Other athletes have
- survived to 87, but no other period in sport, and maybe not just in
- sport, has lingered so glamorously long. the '20s not only roared,
- they remained.
-
- In one of life's delightful juxtapositions, reasonable people are
- capable of making memories of events that occurred years before they
- were born, never letting a technicality that slight exclude them from
- an argument as rich as the "long count" fight of 1927. Failing to
- withdraw to a neutral corner, as a new rule required after
- knockdowns, Dempsey inadvertently allowed Tunney perhaps 14 seconds to
- defog his head in the seventh round and go on to outpoint Jack for a
- second time. "The best thing that ever happened to both of us was the
- long count," Dempsey said a few years ago. "Half the people thought
- he won, the other half though I won. They're still arguing about it."
-
- Dempsey never contested either loss to Tunney, a wonderful boxer but a
- colorless fighter whose unforgivable sins were that he read books and
- beat Dempsey. "Honey, I forgot to duck," Dempsey told his wife after
- the first fight, a line President Reagan found use for 55 years later.
- When Tunney died in 1978 at the age of 80, Dempsey said, "Now I feel
- alone."
-
- He was Kid Blackie before he was Jack Dempsey, and he was William
- Harrison dempsey before that. Also the Manassa Mauler, for the
- Colorado cow town where he was born on June 24, 1895. Toughening his
- face by marinating it in brine, hardening his jaw by chomping pine
- gum, Dempsey set out hoboing across the West and brawling in saloons.
- "You and your opponent would go at it," he explained, "and if the bar
- patrons like it, they'd pass the hat."
-
- Names conjured more romance then. Jess Willard was the Pottawatomie
- Giant. George Carpentier was the Orchid Man. Luis Angel Firpo, the
- Argentine, was the Wild Bull of the Pampas. Those were Dempsey's
- great foes. Knocked clear through the ropes by Firpo in the second
- round, Dempsey cam back to floor the Wild Bull an eighth, ninth and
- tenth time.
-
- In Dempsey's lore of names there is also a town: Shelby, Mont. (1923
- pop. 2,000). The way Johnstown had a flood, Shelby had a prizefight.
- Hankering to be a world capital for a day, Shelby constructed a
- 40,000-seat arena for a Dempsey-Tommy Gibbons fight, only to have
- trouble raising the $300,000 guarantee required by Dempsey's rascally
- manager Jack ("Doc") Kearns. ("Give Doc 1,000 lbs of steel wool," it
- was said, "and he'll knit you a stove.") Barely 7,000 people paid to
- see the fight: the rest crashed the fences. Two banks failed. The
- town virtually bankrupted itself. And Dempsey beat Givons, who was
- not paid.
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- Another Dempsey contribution to language was "million-dollar gate,"
- his 1921 knockout of Carpentier at Boyle's Thirty Acres in Jersey City
- being the first. In an unusual result for fighters of any day, he
- kept some of the money. Before settling into the window table at Jack
- Dempsey's Broadway restaurant in Manhattan, he tried a little
- barnstorming, some refereeing. Always he was available to bat out an
- occasional dilettante, like Writer Paul Gallico or Financier J. Paul
- Getty. After he closed the restaurant in 1974, Dempsey returned full
- time to being heavyweight champ.
-
- --By Tom Callahan