It's true that, as a heavyweight fighter, the Brer has gone over the mountain. But as an actor in a heavy part. he stil] can draw the crowd. He renny packs em in. His fighting against Lou Nova was—well, the dramatic critics would have called it adequate. As for his acting. the boxing writers had to bow down and describe it as magnificent. He was wonderful as the Dying Gladiator. He would have made the part even bigger and better if Referee Arthur Donovan hadn't rung down the curtain a bit hastily.
Even then the Great Baer, who hat been on the floor, rose to the occrbion. If they wouldn't let him finish off his Dying Gladiator scene in style he would be Henry V with his *Once more unto the breach. dear friends. once more." He shook his gory locks and, suddenly revived, he made a furious rush of two or three inches toward the fellow who had ; pleyed the principal part in the Baer-baiting scene of the evening.
It was grand. It was thrilling. It was the Great Baer histrionically at his best. It wasn't a case of "Never give up the fight!" The fight was over. It was the fhespien sou] of the Great Baer battling to the last, claiming the curtain call.
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