In next Saturday's "Sports Edition" — THE AMAZING TEX RICKARD.

Auckland Star, Volume LXXII, Issue 109, 10 May 1941, Page 5 (Supplement)

In next Saturday's "Sports Edition" — THE AMAZING TEX RICKARD.

Joe Louis slugged Camera into bleating submission, cruelly and brutally. Handsome Uncle Will Duffy was back in his corner again, jawing angrily at him when he was led trembling and quivering back to his chair after the referee had saved him again, one side of his mouth smashed in, dazed and dripping blood. The very first righthand punch Louis hit him broke Camera's mouth and hurt him dreadfully. Here, then, was the complete sell. He had nothing. His title was gone, his money squandered by the pang. And the one thing he thought he had, an unbeatable skill in defence and an irresistible crushing power in attack that no man living could withstand, never existed. It was a fable as legendary as the great giants of mythology that he resembled. The carrion birds that had fed upon this poor, big dumb man had picked him clean. They had left him nothing, not even his pride and his selfrespect, and that probably was the cruellest thing of all. It «r u_».L t? a?

Leg Wouldn't Function.

IX his last fight, the one with Haynes, he was again severely beaten about the head. One of his legs refused to function. The fight was stopped. While he lay in the hospital in New York for treatment, as I have said, he lay alone. I often wonder what that hulk of a man thinks to-day as he looks

back over the manner in which he • was swindled, tricked and cheated 1 at every turn, as he recalls the great i sums of money that he earned, all ! of it gone beyond recall. He was born far, far too late. He belonged to the twelfth or thirteenth century, when he would have been a man-at-arms and a famous fellow with mace and halberd, pike.or bill. At least he would have fought nobly and to the limit of his great strength, properly armed, because Camera was a courageous fellow to the limit of his endurance, game and a willing fighter when aroused. In those days he would have won honour afield and would have got himself decently killed, or, surviving, would have been retired by his feudal lord to round out his days and talk over the old brave fights. To-day there Is nothing left for this man but reflection upon his humiliations. He was just a big sucker whom the wise guys took and trimmed. What an epitaph for one who came from the ancient and noble race of giants. All this took place in our country, Anno Domini 1930-1935.