ANOTHER AND MORE GRAPHIC STORY.

Grey River Argus, 20 April 1911, Page 8

ANOTHER AND MORE GRAPHIC STORY.

Thus Mr M'lntosh, but it must be said that, either he is far more discerning', and a much ibetter judge of conditions, than the critics, or that his kindly, feeling for his fellow Australian ihas! ifettened 'his judgment, for he appears to stand absolutely alone in his opinion that Lang- had

any chance when the finish came. The press opinion is "all the other way —that he was well and soundly 'beaten at the time, and that the end was only a .matter, qf time. The '.'Daily Mirror" , has a graphic account, extracts from which are appended:— ; "Sam Langford is .a, sculptor's model as a man. : The lights for the kinematograph pictures ...--.. danced on his bronze, skjn. His muscles rippled firm and. supple to ..every emotion of the mind. , A. .perfect man .cast in a bronze mould, .but -.with, a cunning, cruel face and. smile which savoured of something uncanny:- And. Lang realised that'ther-e was something uncanny in ' the> mass of muscle and bone in .front of him. To. protect his body from the shorter man, he adopted a crouching; gait. But- Jin his gard and posture there was somethingof nervousness. And it was. not:the type of nervousness which > steels men to great deeds. Landfbrd nearly always held the centre ,of the ring. Lang was scurrying round it, trying to keep out of ther way of those ibatteringram blows,- left and right, right then left, with the precision of a Nasmyth hammer. Thud; smash; swing left, right upper-cut. Lang went ; down again and and still came up for more.' Still came up, ' -tout ever weaker after, each crashing, pulverising- smash. Why did he . not. stay down after his last , , knock-down for ten instead of nine seconds? .Oh, the pity of it! . . v • " . "The first round saw some very fast work, heavy lefts : . and rights being exchanged. But Lang winced and Langford smiled under the rain of blows. ; Smiled as if he already had taken the measure of his man and knew that there was not power enough in his onslaughts to* damage his shaven head,. ".',.. "There was only • just one time when Lang's friends had any. hopeful feeling-, in. the match. That came in the fourth Ground. Then Lang, with both his eyes out came for, a forlorn hope. Lang slammed his man t but was .weak from previous punishl ment, and the force of his blows did not suffice to stop the grin pf<,confidi ence . which , was ; always on the face of the negro. , „ . . , . j Lang- had just one .great chance^ j and he failed Sby the fraction of an inch to land'it. It came towards the close of the first round, when Langford missed him with a vicious left swing and spun himself round with the force of the blow. Lang- tried a terrific downward punch, ibut the momentum, of Langford's . onslaught was such that it carried him out of range, and.Lang'.s chance of putting. his opponent, out came arid 'went, fruitlessly., . ....