MUNICIPAL STADIUM

	MARCIANO ANNEXES TITLE IN 13TH BY KO OVER JOE WALCOTT _____________________________ By JAMES P. DAWSON Special to The New York Times
	PHILADELPHIA, Sept. 23 - Rocky Marciano, undefeated Brockton, Mass., fighter, knocked out Jersey Joe Walcott, 38-year-old ring warrior from Camden, N.J., tonight to become the world heavyweight champion. With a devastating right to the jaw, Marciano ended the reign of the old champion after forty-three seconds of the thirteenth round. Until that moment it was a bruising battle that thrilled 40,379 fans from all over America in Philadelphia's Municipal Stadium. The receipts were $504,645. Under the impact of that one terrific blow Walcott sank against the ropes, then slid head first to the canvas, while Referee Charley Daggert counted him out of the title he had won after much desperate effort slightly more than a year ago. The knockout was the cue for a tremendous demonstration. Fans swarmed into the ring as the unbeaten Bat State boxer with the paralyzing punch stood in his corner, winner of the ring's richest prize after a battle that he could have lost as early as the first round. He was the first white heavyweight to hold the title since Jim Braddock was stopped by Joe Louis in Chicago in 1937. Here was the new champion and nothing could halt the crowd in its eagerness to acclaim him.
	Many Trampled In Rush
	From all sections of the vast arena, where Gene Tunney had lifted the title from Jack Dempsey just twenty-six long years ago, fans rushed on the ring to greet the conqueror. Many were trampled in the rush, which started in the lower-priced seats in the permanent stands and, under increasing momentum, moved across and through the seats at ringside. For a time a wall of police about the working press rows checked the rush. Police climbed into the ring. A straggler broke through the cordon back of the press rows. Then another. then it was a steady stream of humanity climbing ans clambering over the backs of the writers. The crush became too much for the police. They gave up and let the demonstration run its course. Several telegraph instruments and typewriters at the ringside were kicked under the ring. A movie camera was broken. Most of the demonstrators were young fellows with the reckless abandon that only youth can boast. They risked broken and bruised limbs to get into the ring. When Walcott had been counted out his stricken handlers leaped through the ropes to the side of their fallen idol and carried him to his corner. It was several minutes before he could be revived sufficiently to leave the ring, with the assistance of Trainer Dan Florio and his brother Nick, and his manager Felix Bocchicchio. Marciano, on the other hand, was virtually a prisoner in the ring, in more danger of injury at the hands of the crowd than he had been against Walcott through twelve bruising rounds of fighting. It was at least fifteen minutes before the ring was cleared and order restored. Then Marciano was taken through the crowd under protection of a flying wedge of police and his handlers. Hundreds followed the conqueror to his dressing quarters, singing his praises, yelling themselves hoarse. Marciano pulled victory from imminent defeat with that one paralyzing punch to the jaw. he didn't know it, but the three bout officials all had Walcott in front on a round basis for the twelve completed sessions. Referee Daggert had Walcott leading, seven rounds to four, with one even. Zach Clayton, one of the judges, called it eight rounds for Walcott and four for Marciano. Pete Tomasco, the other judge, had Walcott leading, seven rounds to five.
	The New York Times