Medicine: Champions

When Jack Dempsey, sunburned, deliberate and scowling, with an old red sweater thrown over his shoulders and a three days' beard on his chin, climbed through the ropes of a ring and sat down in his corner, people always felt sorry for his opponent. How terrible it would be to face that hunched body with the enormous shoulders, endure the glare of those narrowed black eyes. . . . Last week in a District Court in Manhattan Jack Dempsey climbed into a chair and sat down. He had on a new suit, his fierce black eyes looked sheepish. He stuck his thumbs into the pockets of his vest and wriggled them. He took his watch out of his pocket and played with the stem. He put it back in his pocket and played with the chain. He carefully examined and then rubbed his knuckles. From time to time in a low voice he answered questions put to him by a lawyer representing Jack

Kearns, his old manager, suing him for $701,026.

In Topeka, Kan., last week one Bearcat Wright of Omaha, unknown black fighter, knocked out Jack Johnson, once heavyweight champion of the world, in five rounds.