Eindhoven. Holland. Nov. 20.
The 19th game of the world chess championship was adjourned to-day after 40 moves. Dr. Alekhine, the Russian challenger, then held the advantage of a pawn. The Russian is at present leading Dr. Euwe, the holder, by 10 points to eight.—Reuter. rst Class Film now Showing at the Metropol "On my right Tommy Farr, of Wales, champion of Britain: on *my left Joe Louis, the internationally famous Brown Bomber from Detroit recently crowned heavyweight champion of the world," thus intoned the announcer at the Yankee Stadium or the night of August 30 last and after the fight for the championship of the world the title had not changed hands {but the negro was hissed back to his dressing room and the loser took the cheers. The fight has come to Shang hai, Every blow of the man who stunned his American critics and drew the sting from the negro wh s once said to be behind the most murderous pair of fists the ring had known for years can be seen at the Metropol Theatre during the current programme, Right from the first gong when Farr flicked a string of lefts to the Bombers face and then folded up in his peculiar crouching defence which could change to a full battery attack in a flash, the negro looked puzzled. Round after round ticked away with Farr pegging away at long range but taking heavy punishment from Louis short jolting lefts and rights in close. Early on, Farr's face was like a death mask. Blood dripped from cuts below both eyes but the taste of his own blood merely spurred him on. Once he crashed a blow to the face that rocked the negro off his balance. It would have felled a weaker adversary.
The sixth round passed with Farr well ahead. The bombastic Bomber had said that his man would be down ut by then. The muscles on brown body stood out like bulging pockets; the Welshman's sinews lay beneath his white skin as flat as elastic. Louis looked h best as Farr attacked swinging widely. Farr's anticipation saved him time and time again from savage blows which skimmed his head as he came in. Before the rounds got into double numbers the Bomber's face was as fluffy as a full moon and Farr was doing his best to complete the job of closing the champion's eyes. Both avoided toe to toe fighting like a plague, The crowd had taken the lionhearted Briton to its heart and his rallies towards the end of the fight had fierce cheering to spur him on to his well-founded hopes for the title. Louis seemed to be the first to show signs of leg-weariness but he gave little ground. The lack of precision in his punching betrayed leaden arms. In the final round the whole crowd could be heard shouting for the Welshman but both men were too tired to do more than break even and leave it to the judges.
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