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Sunday, April 20, 2014

1897-04-03 Joe Gans W-KO9 Howard Wilson [Polo Athletic Club, New York, NY, USA]

1897-04-04 The Brooklyn Daily Eagle (Brooklyn, NY) (page 8)

Joe Gans, the colored lightweight champion of Baltimore, knocked out Howard Wilson in the ninth round before the Polo A. C., in New York, last night. A large crowd witnessed the contests, which were spirited.

In the first contest, James Dever and Bobby Wilson fought a lively ten round draw. The second bout, between Tom Carey and Tom O'Brien, was one sided, the latter being out of training. In the second round Carey floored his man four times, and with a couple of swings, ended the battle.

The bout between Gans and Wilson was of the give and take order for eight rounds, Wilson appearing aggressive throughout. In the ninth Wilson opened with a rush, but Gans met him with a left upper cut, continuing with right jabs on face and a right swing on the jaw, Wilson going down and out. The announcer gave the time as 2 minutes, 11 seconds.

Spike Sullivan immediately entered the ring and challenged the winner. Gans accepted, stipulating only that the winner take all of the purse.

1897-04-04 The New York Press (New York, NY) (page 5)
Lay Down in the Ninth Round of His Bout with Gans.

Howard Wilson of Washington chose the easiest way of escaping a knockout at the hands of Joe Gans of Baltimore in the Polo A. C. last night. He lay down two minutes and eleven seconds after the opening of the ninth round, but not before Gans had punished him severely. The latter held his man safe from the start.

As usual, the clubhouse was crowded and outside of Wilson's exhibition of faint-heartedness, the spectators were pleased with the sport. In the first bout Jimmie Dever and Bob Wilson, two 125 pounders, put up a rattling bout. At the end of the tenth round there was so little to choose from between them that the referee decided the contest a draw.

Tom Carey and Con O'Brien, a pair of East Side heavyweights who had a grievance to settle, appeared in the second bout. O'Brien was knocked out in 33 seconds, before the close of the second round.

1897-04-04 The Sun (New York, NY) (page 9)
The Washington Fighter Is Counted Out at the Polo A. C.

Joe Gans, colored, of Baltimore, scored an easy victory over Howard Wilson, also colored, of Washington, at the Polo A. C. last night, the latter being counted out in the ninth round. The bout was a rather one-sided one. Gans put up a clever fight, while Wilson simply defended himself. A large crowd was present. Frank Abrahall was referee, while Luke R. Ford kept tally on the time.

Bob Wilson of Jersey City and Jimmy Dever of this city figured in the opening bout of ten rounds at 118 pounds. Wilson had the advantage of a long reach and height, while Dever was built on stalky lines. Wilson poked his left provokingly into Dever's face in the first and second rounds and held him off. The latter came back with some hard smashes in the stomach which made Wilson retreat a few paces. In the third and fourth rounds Dever began to swing, but no damage was done, as Wilson would invariably duck, and the blows went around his neck. In the fifth round the fighting was rather fierce, each punching with considerable force. Dever received unlimited punishment, but did not seem in the least unnerved, for he always came back for more. Wilson tried his best to finish his man in the next two rounds, but outside of shaking Dever up no damage was done. The eighth and ninth rounds were very rapid, both fighters keeping together most of the time. Dever's face was the resting place for many vicious blows, but he never flinched. Wilson was clearly tired in the tenth round. He scored an occasional jab and stopped several swings. Dever, on the other hand, was fresh, and nearly knocked Wilson down with a right hand hook on the chin. The decision was a draw.

The next contest between two heavy weights, Con O'Brien and Tom Carey, was rather short. O'Brien, who had earned some reputation on the west side of the city, was out of condition and moved about as slow as a cart horse. He made the first attempt to lead, but was so awkward that he ran into Carey's left, which landed plump in the stomach. The blow did not seem to hurt O'Brien, for he gave a sudden start and swung for Carey's jaw, but only hit him on the back of the head. Then the two indulged in sharp fighting at close quarters. O'Brien was winded when the gong sounded for the second round.

Carey sailed in and punched him with both hands, finally sending him down with an easy blow on the right cheek. When O'Brien arose Carey thumped him hard. O'Brien was floored three times more, and Carey eventually put his man to sleep with a left-hand clip on the jaw.

The principals in the stellar attraction of the night were ready for hostilities after a wait of ten minutes. They were Joe Gans and Howard Wilson. Both men were well trained. The limit of their performance was twenty rounds at 133 pounds.

Wilson was the first to lead, but Gans jumped nimbly away. The next moment Wilson tried to reach for the stomach, but Joe side-stepped, thus compelling Wilson to fall against the ropes. When they reached the centre of the ring Gans jabbed with the right and caught Wilson plump on the nose.

He scored again in the same spot, and Wilson was forced to clinch. Wilson then tried to mix it up, but Gans landed a short arm blow on Wilson's left eye with the right glove, and the Washington boxer went down.

Gans kept Wilson on the defensive in the second round, and endeavored to use a left hook for the vital spot, but Wilson cleverly blocked him. Gans then lashed his right twice into the ribs and face, but Wilson clinched in time to save himself from further harm. The latter rushed in the third round, but Gans stopped him adroitly.

Joe led for Wilson's stomach again, but failed to land. Near the close Wilson drove his right very hard over Gans's heart, which made the latter blink for a moment. In the fourth round Gans delivered a left in the stomach which staggered Wilson. The latter claimed it was too low, and looked appealingly at the referee. The next moment he stepped in and hit Gans on the mouth.

Wilson was erratic in the fifth round, and fell all over himself in an effort to reach Gans's jaw. The Baltimore boxer just stood his ground, and met Wilson with a series of straight lefts and right counters. He put Wilson down with a right cross just as the latter tried to swing. The latter kept rushing throughout the sixth round, but did not do any damage except to land a few glancing blows with his left over Joe's right eye. Gans showed good hitting qualities, and sent Wilson half way across the stage. Gans was as cool as an iceberg in the seventh round, and pummeled his opponent at will.

Wilson assumed a crouching attitude in the eighth round, and Gans found it quite difficult to find his man. However, when he got an opening he gave it to Wilson good and hard. The latter was aggressive in the ninth round and worried Joe with two hummers on the mouth. Gans ripped a fierce uppercut which grazed Wilson's nose, and followed it up with a stiff right on the ear.

Wilson reeled back and Gans smashed him again. Wilson fell on his stomach and the referee counted him out. It was generally claimed to be a deliberate quit and so ungracefully done that the crowd yelled "Fake." Wilson was carried to his corner and revived very quickly.

At this time "Spike" Sullivan, who was in Wilson's corner, challenged Gans. There was a tilt between Gans and Sullivan, and it looked as they would come to blows. However, Al Herford, Gans's manager, interfered and took his man aside. Finally Gans accepted Sullivan's defy and agreed to fight in four weeks' time, the winner take all. After things had quieted down the referee gave the decision to Gans.

1897-04-05 The Standard Union (Brooklyn, NY) (page 8)
Joe Gans defeated Howard Wilson in the ninth round of a twenty-round contest at the Polo Athletic Club on Saturday night. Gans is taller, and his reach longer. He struck his opponent at will, and escaped with hardly a mark. The best bout of the evening was between Bobby Wilson and James Dever for ten rounds at catchweights. The fight was declared a draw. In the second preliminary bout Tom Carey gained the decision over Con O'Brien. In the second round the referee stopped the bout. The boys were to have fought eight rounds. Frank Aberhall, of the Bohemian Sporting Club, officiated as referee.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

1897-09-21 Joe Gans D-PTS15 Young Griffo [Olympic Athletic Club, Athens, PA, USA]

1897-09-22 The Philadelphia Inquirer (Philadelphia, PA) (page 4)
The Feather Smothers the Clever Colored Baltimore Lad.

The fifteen round bout between Young Griffo and Joe Gans, the clever colored boy from Baltimore, before the Olympic Athletic Club at Athens last night, was declared a draw in accordance with the agreement made between the club and Gans' manager. Before the bout began, however, Griffo announced that he was willing that a decision should be rendered. So far as the bout went, it was like all in which Griffo appears as one of the principals. He simply smothered Gans by his cleverness, and in two of the rounds had the colored boy on the edge of Queer street, but on both those interesting occasions his own manifestly lack of condition made it impossible for him to follow up his advantage. Gans is a far better lad than his work last night would suggest. He was visibly rattled at Griffo's tactics, and in the first five rounds there was a constant look of almost amused embarrassment on his face. If he had put up the fight of which he is really capable--gone in hammer and tongs particularly after the tenth round, he would have made a far better showing. As it was the only time he showed the stuff of which he is really made, were when Griffo, departing from his usual custom, would start rushing as though he meant to finish the business in jig time. Then Gans would mix it up in a way that aroused the enthusiasm of the spectators.

In the preliminaries Dan Dougherty got a deserved verdict over Kid Madden, and Young Mahony bested Danny McMahon. The latter bouts were of ten rounds each.

1897-09-22 The Philadelphia Record (Philadelphia, PA) (page 11)
Mahoney Defeats McMahon and Dougherty Wins From Madden.

The lovers of boxing were given a rare treat at the Olympic Athletic Association, Athens, Delaware County, last night. There were two ten-round and one fifteen-round bouts scheduled. The last was between Young Griffo and Joe Gans, the colored boxer, of Baltimore. The club was placed at a disadvantage because Griffo would not box unless the bout was at catch weights, and Gans would not consent to anything but a draw if both men were on their feet at the end of the fifteen rounds. Gans took his time and made Griffo do most of the work for the first seven rounds. Occasionally the Baltimore lad would send in his left in a hooked fashion, but he did not seem to distress Griffo in the least. Gans settled down to work in the seventh, and from that to the twelfth the boxing was as fast as has ever been seen in this vicinity. The twelfth was especially hot, and the crowd cheered the boxers to the echo. In this round Griffo did some very clever punching over the colored boy's heart. Gans' work tired him, and for the next few rounds Griffo found him pretty easy.

In the fifteenth round Gans was sent in to make a grand stand finish, but the Australian was there every time and gave as good as he got. No decision was given, but a draw would have been fair to both boxers.

Young Mahoney got a well-earned decision over Danny McMahon. The latter was the cleverer of the two, but Mahoney had the advantage in height and reach. McMahon tried all his famous rushes and right-hand swings, but Mahoney met him with stiff left handers in return, and several times rushed him around the ring, having Danny in tight places which it took all his skill to get out of.

Danny Dougherty defeated Kid Madden in the opening bout. It was a very good contest and both lads did some clever and hard punching.

1897-09-22 The Sun (Baltimore, MD) (page 6)
Gans and Griffo Draw.

Philadelphia, Sept. 21.--Young Griffo, of Australia, and "Joe" Gans, the colored boy from Baltimore, met at the Olympic Club at Athens tonight in a 15-round fight.

Up to the seventh round the bout was tame, Griffo only fighting when pushed by Gans. The seventh was a hot one, during which both landed viciously upon each other. Matters became uninteresting again until the twelfth round. This was also full of ginger, and there was one mix up after another. The next three rounds were tame, and when time was called at the finish both men were standing on their feet.

1897-09-22 The Times (Philadelphia, PA) (page 3)
In Their Fifteen Round Go at Athens Last Night.

It is seldom the good game sport's good fortune to witness the equal of the boxing show given at Athens last night. Only a fair crowd was present, but they were well repaid for the journey down the country. The fifteen round wind-up between Young Griffo, of Australia, and Joe Gans, of Baltimore, was about as good as could have been ordered. By a prearrangement between the two fighters, the bout was to have been declared a draw if both men were on their feet at the end of the go. As it turned out, the prearranged decision was unnecessary, as no fair-minded referee could have declared anything else but a draw judging on the bare merits of the go. Gans showed the least bad effects of the engagement, though his eye was swollen somewhat. Griffo showed nothing but a trifling swelling of the nose and a few abrasions of the skin on the cheek and neck. Griffo had the best of the weight and Gans had the other physical advantages. All the bouts went the limit and the decisions met with universal approval.

1897-09-23 Baltimore American (Baltimore, MD) (page 3)
Gans Home Again.

"Joe" Gans, the clever light-weight colored pugilist, who has been up against some of the best men in his class, arrived home last night from Philadelphia, in company with his manager, Al Hereford. Gans fought a fifteen-round draw with Griffo, the Australian, at Athens, near Philadelphia, on Tuesday night. The accounts published in the Philadelphia papers yesterday stated that Gans had all the best of the contest.

1897-09-23 Morning Herald (Baltimore, MD) (page 5)
Gans Vs. Griffo.

Manager Al Herford is very much pleased with the showing that Gans made against Griffo at Athens. According to those who saw the fight and the Philadelphia newspaper men, Gans had all the best of it, and Griffo was playing in dead good luck to get a draw.

1897-09-23 The Sun (Baltimore, MD) (page 6)
Gans and Griffo Fought Hard.

Reports from Philadelphia say that the Gans-Griffo fight, which took place at Athens, Pa., near that city, Tuesday evening, was a hurricane affair all through. The fighters agreed that if both were on their feet at the end of the fifteen rounds it should be declared a draw.

Little was done in the first round. Gans staggered Griffo with a left in the second. In rounds 3 to 9 both fought fast and hard and were both tiring.

Gans opened the ninth round fast and hard and had the better of it. In the eleventh Gans looked like a winner. Twice during the round he staggered Griffo. Slugging with equal honors marked the twelfth, thirteenth, fourteenth and fifteenth rounds.

William Rocap, the ex-amateur champion boxer, is reported to have said after the fight that Griffo was lucky in even getting the decision of "draw."

Friday, April 18, 2014

1901-02-13 Joe Gans W-DQ5 Wilmington Jack Daly [Eureka Athletic Club, Music Hall, Baltimore, MD, USA]

1901-02-14 Baltimore American (Baltimore, MD) (page 4)
Smashed Almost Into Unconsciousness, the Wilmington Man Persisted in Breaking the Rules by Fighting in Clinches, Holding and Wrestling, and Was Disqualified, So that Joe Won His First Battle Since His Defeat by Terry McGovern--Dusky Boxer Proved as Great a General as Ever, and that He Has Lost None of His Powers Either as a Defensive Fighter or a Hard Hitter.
Joe Gans was given the decision over Jack Daly in the fifth round of a singularly fierce contest at the Music Hall last night. After two minutes and five seconds of the fifth round Referee Charley White sent the men to their corners and announced that Gans had won because Daly had been disqualified for holding, hitting in clinches and wrestling, all of which were violations of the rules, for which offenses Daly had been warned both by the referee and the police officials. In holding and in every way violating the rules of the combat Daly simply practiced a subterfuge to save himself from sure defeat.

As their previous performance had led people to believe, Gans and Daly made one of the very best fights ever seen in this city. It was Gans' first appearance since he was knocked out by McGovern. The colored lad had prepared faithfully for what he considered the beginning of another series of battles, to lead to another contest for top honors. Jack Daly, although he has been on the turf many moons, was also in excellent condition. The men were out to fight pure and simple--a fact that gave the contest its great value from the standpoint of a vicious struggle between veteran ringmasters who spar not for the beauty of the movements, but to do as much damage as possible to their opponents. They were aggressive, and wasted no time in fiddling or waiting for openings. Daly is notorious as a rough fighter, while Gans has an excellent reputation for living up to the rules.

Referee Warn Them.

Before the men started Referee Charley White, who had come from New York to run the mill, called them into the center of the ring and explained clearly that the bout was to be with clean breaks, no hitting in clinches, wrestling or holding. This was considered something of a handicap for Daly, who is credited with being best at infighting. Daly agreed, but from the start of the contest he continued to hold, fight in clinches and wrestle. Gans was willing enough to break at the word of the referee, but when Daly continued to chop on his kidneys, Gans sent in a few short arm-hooks that had terrible force and made Daly wish he had tried some gentler method. All through Referee White had a struggle trying to break the men. He forced his way between the struggling pugilists several times, and once warned Gans. He repeatedly warned Daly, but it did little good. Gans had the better of the battle all through. His quick, tigerlike movements seemed to defy Daly's well-known quickness of eye, and the dusky lad whipped his fists over Daly's defenses and landed blows on the face and body that would have completely knocked out a boxer of less strength than Daly. Gans was himself again, and his blocking was splendid. Daly made furious rushes, but Joe warded off the blows with neatness. The men were quickness personified. Daly's leg movement was fine, but even at sidestepping Gans outpointed him. Both were aggressive, and Daly stood up to his gruelling as all who knew him thought he would. He kept boring into Gans, and sometimes made the colored lad break ground, but it was not for long, as Gans was as eager to smash as was Daly.

Daly Refuses to Break.

From the start Daly rushed into clinches, and then almost refused to stop holding, and all the time he was trying to chop up Joe's kidneys in the way Wolcott defeated Fisher in this city. At long-arm fighting Daly was not in it with Gans. The colored man's hitting powers were tremendous, and the blows that he rained on Daly's eye, jaw, mouth and body continued to convince Daly that he might hold and wrestle to save an entire defeat. Although constantly warned, Daly continued these tactics until in the fifth round Referee White gave it up and sent the men to their corners, declaring Daly disqualified and Gans the winner. That Daly continued to hold to save himself was proven when, after the fight, he told Mr. White that the decision was a just one. At the time Daly was very groggy. He had withstood an inordinate amount of punishment, but he was growing weak, and his legs were going back on him. There is no reasonable doubt but that Gans would have knocked him out, as the colored man was his superior at the game in every respect--at blocking, hard hitting, judgment of distance, foot work, the use of his legs and his equal in aggressiveness.

Value of Good Police.

There was absent from the contest any symptom that would give the slightest suspicion of a fake, and it was refreshing to go through a battle in which no wise Willie sent out his voice in the land to flatter his own powers of observation by declaring the set-to a fake.

Between the rounds Deputy Marshal Farnan talked to Daly, evidently warning him against roughing it. The reason that boxing shows can take place in this city and are prohibited in many other places is because of the intelligent police supervision of such men as Deputy Marshal Farnan and Captain Cadwallader. By prohibiting hitting in clinches, roughing it and holding, the police here have succeeded in cutting out much that is bad about pugilism, so that it is tolerated here under proper control and regulations. The men fought from the tap of the gong, and being veterans and in good condition they gave such a genuine battle as is pleasing to the oldest ring enthusiast and that first inoculates the novice with that germ which makes him, in time, a veteran. During the battle Daly tried his famous chop blows, but Gans blocked every one of them and would always counter with terrific long-arm jabs. After the contest Gans said that the stomach blow that he gave Daly in the second round and the right-hand wallop on the jaw in the fifth made Daly so groggy that he knew he was facing a knockout, and wilfully violated the rules to save himself.

The Fight by Rounds.

The following account of the battle by rounds gives an excellent idea of how the blows were delivered.

First Round--Daly leads left and ineffectually swings right and clinched. Daly aims left and right, but Gans side-steps out of harm's way. They clinch and fight hard for each other's kidneys. Daly sends left to Gans' nose. There is fierce infighting, and Referee White had great difficulty in breaking them. Gans gets best of infighting and smashes Daly hard, long rights and lefts.

Second Round--The sparring opens easier. Gans lands left on face and has best of a short exchange. Gans lands hard right on body and stomach as they come to clinch. Daly leads and Gans blocks. Round closes with a clever exchange. No advantage.

Third Round.--Daly leads left and they make a clean break. Gans blocks left and right and they fight viciously with short jabs. Daly crosses left to jaw and Gans counters on wind. Daly slips forward and just misses getting a right uppercut that would have put him to sleep. They make rapid exchanges of long arm blows. Out of a mix Jack scores on nose, but Joe soon makes good with a wallop on body. At the end of round Gans shows the master and that he can handle Daly.

Fourth Round--Daly leads straight lefts; Gans blocks. Gans misses left straight; leads and lands hard right swing on face. Clinches follow. Daly follows Joe to ropes and lands right on body. Both punch hard in a clinch. Daly slaps right hard over Joe's kidneys as they clinch. Daly strong, but Gans shows to the good.

Fifth Round--Both come strong, and at once clinch. They clinch again, and White has trouble separating them. Daly whips left to kidneys. They collide and fight while hanging on ropes. Gans lands smashing right to jaw. They repeatedly clinch, and White fails to break them apart. White sends Daly to corner, and gives fight to Gans for Daly's holding and clinching. Gans wins.

Daly's seconds were Kid Howard, Billy Whistler and Scotty McIntire. Gans' seconds were Al Herford, Herman Miller and Harry Lyons.

The Two Preliminaries.

The first preliminary was between Joe Howard and George Leonard, colored lads. Howard won by outclassing his opponent. Herman Miller and Tom Wallace are running a serial-fight contest. Last night was their fifth attempt to smash each other into submission. After eight rounds Miller was given the decision. Miller is certainly a better boxer than Wallace at the present time, but Wallace keeps away from Miller's fists enough to keep alive. After the bout Wallace challenged Miller for a 20-round bout, and offered to bet $100 and put up a forfeit of $25. Miller now has affairs on with Wallace and "The Texas June Bug." Miller protests against the appellation "Highlandtown Duck," explaining that he is no longer a resident of Highlandtown, and that he is not a duck, but declaring his great desire to again jump on the "June Bug," just the same.

It was announced last night that the next contest would be between Tim Callahan, of Philadelphia, and Harry Lyons, February 28, at Germania Maennerchor Hall.

1901-02-14 Baltimore Morning Herald (Baltimore, MD) (page 4)
Wilmington Man Repeatedly Violated the Rules, Holding in the Clinches, and the Fight Was Given to the Baltimore Boy in the Fifth Round
The Gans-Daly bout, scheduled for 20 rounds last night at the Music Hall, came to an untimely end in the fifth round, when Daly was disqualified for holding in the clinches after being repeatedly warned.

Up to that time the battle had been all Gans' way. At no time did the Wilmington lad have even a look-in, and when he resorted to foul tactics in the fifth he was virtually out of it. Another round would have finished him. The men were to fight under straight Queensberry rules, and were so instructed by the referee, Charley White, but Daly began to violate the rules from the start and the referee's patience was sorely tried all through the bout. Finally, in the fifth, the violation became so fragrant that there was nothing left for the referee but to order the men to their corners and give the battle to Gans.

The fight while it lasted was fast and furious enough to satisfy the most exacting critic. Jack Daly has the reputation of being a rough and aggressive fighter, and he fully lived up to it last night. He started out like a whirlwind, and attempted to carry the war into Africa from the word go. But he found in Gans a tough customer and soon realized that the colored lad could do a little rough fighting himself. After the first two rounds the steam was taken out of Mr. Daly, and instead of being the aggressor he had all he could do to stand Gans off.

The Baltimore champion showed up in fine form. He had all his marvelous skill in leading and blocking, and besides a fierceness and aggressiveness that have not generally been credited to him. Whenever he landed a blow it told, and he landed too often to suit Daly.

The first round opened with fast fighting. Daly began rushing tactics at once, but all his leads were cleverly blocked and in the end he was met with a succession of left hooks which staggered him. The men fought furiously throughout this round, and the referee had his hands full separating them in the clinches.

The second round was a repetition of the first for speed, and ended with Gans ripping a stiff right in Daly's wind.

In the third Daly began to back away from those sharp left hooks, and it began to be clearly apparent that the Wilmington man was outclassed.

The fourth round opened with aggressive tactics on Gans' part. He went right after his man, and at the close staggered him with a hard right on the jaw.

When the bell sounded for the fifth the men came together, and there was a season of fierce infighting in which Gans showed up like a past master. Daly was done for and kept holding in the clinches. The referee cautioned him and tore the men apart, but the Wilmington fighter paid no heed. He was holding on like a drowning man to a straw, and there was nothing to do but to disqualify him. The decision was an eminently just one, and Daly admitted after the fight that the referee was right.

Gans was seconded by Al Herford, Harry Lyons and Herman Miller. In Daly's corner were Kid Howard, Billy Whistler and "Scotty" McIntyre. Charlie White, of New York, refereed.

This was the fourth meeting of the men. In one bout Gans was given the decision, while the other two were draws. Tomorrow night Gans will go to Hartford and meet Jack Downey.

As a curtain raiser to the evening's entertainment Joe Howard and Geo. Leonard, two colored lads, boxed five rounds, Howard getting the decision.

Preliminary to the star bout Herman Miller and Tom Wallace met for eight rounds. The bout was a pretty one and pleased the spectators. Wallace started off well, but at the end Miller wore him down and was given the decision.

Wallace afterward made a public announcement that he would meet Miller and stop him in 20 rounds for a side bet of $100. Miller promptly called this bluff and deposited with the sporting editor of the Herald $25 as a forfeit to bind a match. This money will be up three days for Wallace to cover if he means business.

1901-02-14 The Sun (Baltimore, MD) (page 6)
Referee White Stops Daly For Hitting In Clinches.
Many Believed He Would Have Been Knocked Out A Few Seconds Later On--The Preliminary.

There were nearly 1,000 persons in Music Hall last night to see Joseph Gans and Wilmington Jack Daly box a 25-round match. It lasted less than five rounds, Daly being disqualified by Referee Charles White, who had come from New York to officiate.

There was no dissent when the referee sent Daly to his corner and awarded the battle to Gans. The referee gave as the reasons for his decision Daly's continuous holding and hitting in clinches, despite numerous warnings.

The fifth round lasted 2 minutes and 5 seconds, and it was the general feeling that had the round gone the full 3 minutes' limit Gans would have stopped Daly, despite the latter's tactics. Daly did not object when the referee sent him to his corner, but two minutes later he objected to the decision which awarded the fight to Gans. Then Daly said Gans had been doing as much foul work as he had done. On the other hand, Gans said he had taken much of the fight out of Daly in the second round, by a punch upon the abdomen and early in the fifth round a stiff left on the jaw had put Daly at the mercy of the enemy. Daly knew this, said Gans, and showed good judgment in getting disqualified, instead of waiting for an inevitable knockout.

Baltimorean's Good Shape.

Gans was in good shape, but Daly did not appear to be trained for a contest that was to last over three rounds. At 3 P. M. the men weighed. Daly tipped the scale at 135 pounds, but Gans did not raise the beam. As soon as the weighing was over Daly remarked that he had only weighed 134½ pounds an hour before when he emerged from a Turkish bath. Then Daly was handed a pint bottle of something that looked like strong beef tea, which he drank. He dressed and started off with his trainers for a hotel, where it was said he slept until 9 P. M. Gans dressed leisurely and went out for a short walk.

Gans appeared confident of winning. He was much interested in his trip to Hartford, Conn. He said he would start for Hartford this morning with his manager, Al Herford, and would there tomorrow night box Jack Downey. There was nothing to prevent his leaving on an early train today, as he escaped any sort of hurt last night.

When Gans and Daly entered the ring last night Referee White called them to the center and explained the conditions of the fight. The guaranteed purse was $1,000. The winner was to get $750 and the loser $250. The men were to box 25 rounds; the boxing was to be under Marquis of Queensbury rules, but with clean breaks and no hitting in clinches.

Daly had "Kid" Howard, "Billy" Whistler and "English" Scotty in his corner. Gans had Al Herford, Herman Miller and Harry Lyons. Ernault Gebhart was official timer.

The battle by rounds was as follows:

Daly's Fierce Start.

Round 1. Daly started in fiercely and forced Gans to a clinch. It was the one clinch in the fight in which no hitting was done. They broke at command of the referee, but Daly was back at Gans like a flash, and a quick, fierce mix at short-arm work ensued. During part of this neither man had but one free arm.

The referee butted in and sent the men to their corners. he cautioned them about such work and again repeated the main conditions of the fight--that neither was to hit in clinches. They both verbally assented to the ruling, but had not faced each other for 10 seconds before a second mix ensued and rules were thrown to the winds and the referee was kept busy breaking the clinches.

Gans showed in this close work that his boxing away from home, where he has had to protect himself when hitting with a free arm was permitted, had made him clever at this work. Daly was aggressive, but he did no hurt.

Gans' Straight Blows.

Round 2. Gans tried left straight blows for Daly's jaw. Daly took several of these, but now and then succeeded in doing what few boxers had done--reach Gans' body good and hard. Gans shifted his tactics and Daly did the leading. This was Daly's error. Gans blocked him neatly, and, though Daly succeeded in landing three blows on the face and head, Gans, who had awaited his chance, shot his right into Daly's abdomen and the blow did much damage.

Round 3--Daly did not profit by his sad experience, but again started to lead for Gans' face. He landed lightly twice and thought he had a mark he could reach. He aimed a half swing for Gans' jaw. It was what Gans was waiting for; Gans moved about two inches, Daly missed. Gans was prepared to cross Daly, but when Daly missed he slipped to the floor. Gans had to change his blow from a straight counter to an uppercut. He did it, but not in time or the battle would have been over then and there.

Daly laughed, but Gans, while Daly was getting to his feet, struck one glove against the other and looked a picture of a man who had let a good thing slip by. Just before the end of the round Gans got in a good hard one on Daly's body.

Tried Finish Too Soon.

Round 4--Daly again started to lead, and after a second futile attempt Gans got a left on Daly's jaw that turned the Wilmingtonian's head toward home. Then Gans started in to finish matters, but Daly was right there and got in a couple of facers. They were not strong enough to do much damage, and Gans of all men knew it.

He went at Daly fast and strong, but the gong prevented his ending the matter, as he looked determined to.

But This Ended It.

Round 5--Gans started in to finish the work left undone in the fourth round. Daly went to a clinch and did some wrestling. Every time Gans led Daly went to a clinch and jabbed and hit whenever he could get a free hand. The referee showed much patience. Several times White forcibly broke the men apart. There was not much fight left in Daly, and his method of losing was one that an old ring general like he would naturally resort to.

Gans and Daly have fought four times. Gans had one decision before last night's. The other two were draws.

The Curtain-Raisers.

The first preliminary was between Jos. Howard and George Leonard, colored, featherweights. It was billed for five rounds, but Manager Herford stopped it in the middle of the fifth round, after Howard had knocked Leonard down, and he awarded the set-to to Howard. Neither was much hurt.

The second preliminary was between the old-time rivals, Herman Miller and Thos. Wallace. They had met three times previously. Twice there was no decision and once the decision was given to Miller.

In last night's 8-round set-to Miller had the battle well in hand from start to finish and at the end of the bout was awarded the decision.

Wallace then challenged Miller for a 20-round fight, and Miller posted $25 to find the match for a side bet of $100.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

1901-04-01 Joe Gans W-TKO4 Martin Flaherty [Eureka Athletic Club, Ford’s Opera House, Baltimore, MD, USA]

1901-04-02 Baltimore American (Baltimore, MD) (page 4)
Flaherty Was a Mark for the Colored Man, and Lost the Battle at Ford's in the Fourth Round, When Seconds Threw Up the Sponge--Defeated Man Had Reputation Made in Battles With Erne, McFadden and Sullivan, but Was Outclassed by Dusky Lad--Diversion Caused by the Arrest of a Woman, Who Wanted So Badly to See Contest that She Dressed in Man's Clothes.
Another victim was brought up for Joe Gans, at Ford's Theater, last night, in the person of Martin Flaherty, of Lowell, Mass. Toward the ending of the fourth round after Gans had twice floored Flaherty in that round, Colonel Michael Haley threw up the sponge and the fight was Gans', while the great American people stood up on their opera chairs and yelled "Fake" and clamored for their money back. Colonel Haley, once a lightweight pugilist, and now looking like nothing more than a well-fed burgomaster, declares that Flaherty is next thing to a blind man, and as the Colonel assumed an air of injured innocence, and Flaherty blinked owl-like, with eyes partly closed, it is probably true, but that didn't satisfy the great crowd that filled every part of the theater for no other purpose than to see a slashing contest.

Colonel Haley says that what Flaherty needs is some of Colonel Mulberry Sellers' eye-water, and not the fierce jabs dealt out by Gans. Whatever the cause, the fact is that Flaherty was no more a match for Gans than was the lamented Whitey Lester. Flaherty knew that he was in for a good, hard beating dealt out in rag time, but he butted along with the plain desire to lose the fight in the first or second round on a foul. This is exactly what would have occurred but for the philanthropic thoughtfulness of Referee Mantz, who labored long and faithfully to give the people their money's worth. There was hardly a time that Flaherty did not fight foul.

He Hit in Clinches.

It was his game to hit in clinches, in plain violation of the rules. Totally unable to judge distance, Flaherty was perfectly helpless at long-range fighting, and his only hope was to work overtime in the clinches, trusting to pummel some of the steam out of Gans, or else to lose the fight on a foul and take the loser's end of the purse to his thrifty New England home.

So strongly was Flaherty inclined to fighting in the clinches that in the very first round there was afforded the diverting spectacle of a gold-laced police captain reaching over the rope and taking a strangle hold on Flaherty, nipping him into submission. Captain Cadwallader was the hero of this bit of police strenuousness and his method was more effective than that of Mantz, as Flaherty had a deep respect for the majesty of a law represented by an official ready to take a hand in the game himself. The only part of the game at which Flaherty was good was at blocking. He was a dead one at assault work; and, even if the truth, that should control all chroniclers, will not unreservedly admit that it was the fault of bad eyes. It is an excuse as good as any other. Although Flaherty could occasionally ward off the whip-like blows that Gans shot out, the Lowell man was plainly in for a good, hard drubbing. It took but one round for Gans to show to the front. In the first round, after the usual fiddling, they exchanged light rights and lefts and clinched. Flaherty started his fouling and infighting right then. Joe returned some of the short-arm blows, and Mantz had his troubles breaking them.

Martin led a left, but it was an abortive attempt, as it fell short, and Gans easily blocked it.

Gans' Head in Chancery.

They clashed again and clinched, and Flaherty managed to get Gans' head in chancery and began belaboring him, while Mantz made a center rush on the struggling men and tried by voice and muscle to break them apart. Flaherty was bent on doing all the execution he could in the clinch, and kept at it until Captain Cadwallader reached over the ropes, seized Flaherty by the chin and head, and, getting a strangle hold, took all the steam and breath out of him. There were lots of warnings to Flaherty, but it availed not. In the second round Flaherty blocked rights and lefts, and they exchanged body blows with little effect. Gans sent in a slashing right upper cut as Flaherty started to bore in, and in a clinch the pair fell with Gans on top. Flaherty clinched, fought foul and refused to break. After working like an army mule, Mantz tore them apart and sent Flaherty to his corner just as the gong sounded for the ending of the round. Mantz again warned Flaherty about fouling.

At the opening of the third round Gans scored a hard right hook on Flaherty's jaw and dazed him. Joe sent a straight left to eye and swung to head. Flaherty blocked a right and left, and scored lightly on Joe's wind.

The fourth round was the finish. Flaherty led two lefts for body that fell short. Gans feinted with right and floored Flaherty with a left to neck that knocked Flaherty flat. After some sparring Gans waded in, and, with a right to jaw, knocked down Flaherty and dazed him. This is when Col. Haley threw up the sponge and began his explanations about Flaherty's bad eyesight.

A Woman in Disguise.

The scenes that followed the close of the fight were diverting. During the process of the contest Captain Cadwallader spotted a woman dressed in man's clothes in the audience. After the show Cadwallader shouldered his way through the crowd, trying to overtake the woman. She saw his game and struck out at a lively gait down Fayette street to Eutaw, and headed for a well-known restaurant on the latter street. Just as she reached the door the police officer reached her. At his heels were over a thousand excited men, and the scene was lively as the officer marched his unique captive out Baltimore street to Greene, where he called the patrol.

As the crowd had reached huge proportions, Captain Cadwallader marched his fair captive to Pearl street, where he met the patrol. At the station the gay masquerader gave the name of Elizabeth Moore, aged 24 years, of Buffalo, N. Y. She was dressed in dark trousers, with sack coat, fancy vest, low collar, red necktie and white alpine hat. Se is a handsome brunette, and wore gold eyeglasses. Her glossy tresses were tucked under a wig of black curly hair. Her husband put in an appearance, and, at a late hour last night, started out to hunt up his wife's feminine attire and $101.25, the collateral necessary to produce to escape a night in the station on the charge of disorderly conduct.

Wanted to See the Fight.

"I wanted to see the fight awfully bad," said the fair prisoner to the police officials, "and the only way that I could get in was to dress like a man. My husband secured these clothes from a man friend, and helped to rig me out. I am awfully sorry to get into this scrape, and I should never have ventured into such a place had I thought there was any chance of discovery."

And the pretty "man" looked down at her grotesquely large patent-leather shoes, and seemed more anxious to cry than to see any more pugilistic contests.

Flaherty's Good Record.

Martin Flaherty's record looked so good that he should have done better. He has to his credit a decision over Frank Erne, a 20-round draw with George McFadden, and a creditable fight with Spike Sullivan. After the bout last night he blinked most dolefully, and declared that he had been hit on the eyes so much in the past three years that he can see nothing. The theater was packed, and the crowd was sadly disappointed at the outcome, as they wanted a clean, hard and a long battle. While the outcome last night was in no way framed up by the promoters, it is, nevertheless, unfortunate, as the vast crowd last night demonstrated the popularity of boxing among good men.

Several Lively Preliminaries.

Before the principal contest five preliminary bouts were run off, in which boys of the nonprofessional rank were the opponents. All of the bouts were for three rounds, and three of them created much laughter among the audience. John Eich and George Whitman were the first two to go on. Not the least bit of science was shown by either, and both swung wildly. At the end of the third round very little damage was done, and the decision was announced a draw.

The second bout was between James Farren, the 105-pound Baltimore featherweight, and Chris Butt. They were both well matched in their weight, but Farren displayed more science, and before the opening round was ended Farren delivered a left punch to Butt's abdomen which caused Butt to go to the floor, and was counted out. Farren was just as fresh as when he started, and stayed in the ring and then boxed Buck Washington, colored, the "Old Trial Horse of the Monumental Amphitheater," who could not get anyone to don the mitts with him. Washington looked to be 15 pounds heavier than Farren, but Farren showed great cleverness and landed some telling blows. Both were there at the end, and the referee announced it a draw, but Farren, from a spectator's point of view, had the better of the bout.

George Kunnicker and Sammy Harris, colored, were the next two to go on. These did not show any science whatever, but hammered each other over the ring. The referee had a difficult task in separating them. No damage was done by either, and the bout ended with a draw.

Fred Hill, of Canton, and Doc Tanner wound up the preliminaries. After going two slow rounds the referee disqualified them. Harry Lyons, Herford's featherweight, refereed the first two bouts and received an ovation.

1901-04-02 Baltimore Morning Herald (Baltimore, MD) (page 4)
The Lowell Boxer Was Knocked Out in the Fourth--Rough Tactics Marked the First Two Rounds--A Woman in Man's Attire Saw the Battle
The Gans-Flaherty battle attracted a big crowd to Ford's Opera House last night. The theater was packed from pit to dome, and standing room even was at a premium. The bout was scheduled to go 20 rounds, but it came to a sudden termination in the fourth round, when Flaherty's seconds threw up the sponge, after their man had been knocked down and virtually out.

Flaherty was distinctly a disappointment. He has the reputation of being a hard, rough fighter, and the crowd last night expected to see him make a lively battle. He was never in it, however. He was rough enough, to be sure, and in the first two rounds resorted to foul tactics, refusing to break and hitting in the clinches to such an extent that the police were compelled to interfere. As far as fighting went, however, the Lowell man was completely outclassed. When Gans started in to do business he pounded Flaherty right and left at will, and soon had him wobbling.

The first two rounds were marked by clinches and foul tactics on the part of Flaherty. In the third round Gans went after the Lowell man and staggered him with a terrific right on the jaw. This took all the steam out of Flaherty, and was the beginning of the end.

In the fourth Gans started right in to do business and sent Flaherty to the floor with a right on the jaw. The Lowell man was quickly on his feet, but was met with another right, which sent him down for good. Flaherty was staggering to his feet when his seconds threw up the sponge.

There were some cries of "fake" on the part of the crowd, but they were entirely uncalled for. While Flaherty was not entirely out he was virtually so, and it was an act of wisdom and mercy on the part of his seconds to give up the battle. The defeated man was so dazed that he had to be led off the stage, and it was some time after he had reached his dressing room before he could see clearly.

Flaherty claimed that his eyesight was affected and that he could not see well under the glare of the electric lights. It is quite probable, however, that Gans' righthand smashes had something to do with the failure of eyesight.

Gans' seconds were Al Herford, Cobb Bond, Herman Miller and Harry Lyons. In Flaherty's corner were Col. Mike Haley, Joe Elliott, "Scotty" McTavish and Dan Leahy. George Mantz was the referee.

Preliminary to the main bout there were some lively settos of three rounds each between local talent. John Eich and George Whitman had a lively go with no decision, as they were amateurs. Jimmy Farren put Chris Button out in the first round with a solar plexus blow, and then boxed two rounds to a draw with Buck Washington. George Kunnecke and Sam Harris fought a draw. Doc Tanner and Fred Hill boxed two rounds, but were stopped by Manager Herford on the ground that there was "nothing doing."

A Woman at the Show

There was an amusing sideshow connected with the fight which for a while attracted almost as much attention as the main event itself. Mrs. Elizabeth Moore somehow conceived the notion that she would like to see the fight, and she did see it, although at the expense of considerable notoriety.

Dressed in the latest approved men's habiliments, Mrs. Moore, accompanied by her husband, entered the opera house last night and took seats in the orchestra, about six rows from the front. The pair was immediately noticed, and the immediate audience "rubbered" in amazement at the woman's attire, which, to say the least, was inartistic. An enormous wig barely concealed her natural growth of hair and she carried herself with an air decidedly non-masculine.

The attention of Captain Cadwallader was called to the woman, but he decided to wait until the close of the performance before interfering. In the meantime the woman enjoyed the fight immensely and cheered the gladiators on. She afterward said that she had never seen a fight before and had never enjoyed herself more in her life.

At the conclusion of the contest Captain Cadwallader rushed out of the back entrance to the theater in an endeavor to head the woman off, but the pair made good their escape and entered a restaurant on Eutaw street, near Baltimore. They were followed down the street by a crowd which grew greater each moment. When the captain arrived the entire street was blocked. He pushed his way into the place and some moments later emerged with the woman. Meanwhile the crowd had grown enormous and it took the mightiest efforts of six officers to force a way to the nearest patrol box.

All along the streets the wagon was followed by the noisy mass, which threatened to break down the station doors. The husband procured a hack and departed in search of proper wearing apparel for the woman, who was placed in charge of the matron. She said that her home was in Buffalo, N. Y., and that she had been stopping on Calvert street, near Read, for the past six weeks. The charge of masquerading in male attire was laid against her. She was afterward carried away in triumph by her husband, properly clothed and in a happy frame of mind. He deposited the sum of $101.45 for her appearance this morning.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

1916-03-01 Ted (Kid) Lewis W-PTS20 Harry Stone [Unity Club Arena, New Orleans, LA, USA]

1916-03-02 The Daily States (New Orleans, LA) (page 13)
English Fighter Outclasses Stone and Uses Him to Demonstrate How Boxing Lessons Can Be Furnished Real Clever Men; Stone Great Sprinter

"Ted" Lewis, English light, welter and he says a middleweight, made good use of Harry Stone to demonstrate why he is able to flit about the country furnishing real clever boxers a lesson in the Queensberry code and providing those not quite so proficient with a ten-second snooze Wednesday night.

Patrons of Burns' fistic emporium saw Lewis perhaps under the most unfavorable conditions--unfavorable because Stone preferred to "run away and fight another day." It was evident from the moment the gong sounded that Stone was in the ring for one purpose--stay the limit.

Stone fought a defensive contest strictly. At times he sprinted faster than Bringhurst, notwithstanding every time he ducked a wallop or countered the fans cheered as though Lewis was on the verge of taking the count. Just how many times Lewis threw punches into Stone's face and body, is difficult to total. But one can rest assured, Stone stopped enough to hold him for an indefinite period.

Lewis, a tall, rangy chap, is the type of fighter that Orleanians rarely see in action. He has the knack of hitting from all angles, and not only possesses a wallop, but can also take it back a la Sambo Langford.

In the first ten rounds of the contest Stone resembled a selling platter meeting For Fair, Pan Zareta, Bringhurst and Ed Crump. He was virtually left at the post. Everyone anticipated Stone's defeat--by a decision in 20 rounds, so when Dick Burge hung up Lewis' "number" there was a slight cheer and the fans started homeward.

Lewis stung Stone repeatedly with a left hand blow that hooked the wind and was brought up to the jaw in the early part of the mill. From the tenth to the eighteenth, however, Johnston's fighter gave his southpaw wallop a vacation. In the last round Stone took a fearful lacing, and except for the eleventh, when the men stood in midring and traded wallops, Harry, who now says he is an Orleanian, was beaten to a whisper.

Had Stone abandoned his defensive tactics the fans would probably have witnessed a knockout. As it was, Lewis had to chase a crack sprinter, who, regardless of his other fallings, is clever and after cornering his man, find a spot to hit him.

Only Stone's boxing ability enabled him to stick the limit, for at no time during the hour of fighting did Stone have any more chance of beating Lewis than the assemblage cheered Tommy Burns when the announcer pulled off the Barnum and Bailey thing prior to the gong.

Lewis' work to some of the spectators was disappointing. He was figured to stop Stone early. Others claimed his left jab wasn't accurate; his right didn't have the steam, etc., but in the humble opinion of yours truly, it isn't difficult to understand why Freddie Welsh prefers the "get-it-while-the-getting-is-good" system to meeting his countryman for the lightweight title.

In some respects Lewis is a freak, but it must be remembered that all great fighters are freaks, for instance, Bob Fitzsimmons.


It is a rare occurrence that a New Orleans fistic audience will hoot and jeer one referee and demand another name the winner and loser of a contest. Nearly $2000 worth of fans testified to their disapproval of Tommy Burns as ring arbiter at the Howard street arena last night, when Dick Burke retired very suddenly while the announcer read from a paper:

"The articles of agreement call for Tommy Burns to referee."

The hisses and jeers that greeted the mention of Burns' name forced the former heavyweight champion to turn colors in his seat at the ringside. The crowd seemed almost unanimous in the belief that Burke and not Burns was the proper man to referee. The "panning" aimed at Burns only ceased at the urgent solicitation of the announcer, who said:

"But Mr. Burns is not going to referee."

For a few minutes it seemed as though Burke would not officiate. The fans, however, demanded the "Made in New Orleans" official get in the ring, and he heeded the call. That Burke was dissatisfied with the method of the promoter in the hope of making a grand stand play was evident, and it required the advice of his intimate friends to convince him the fans were entitled to consideration. There was no necessity for Mr. Burns allowing the announcer to pull such Barnum tactics. But like all so-called shrewd moves, it served the purpose--convince Burns beyond the slightest doubt that the persons who patronized his arena are not keen to have him name a winner and loser in a ring contest.

Promoters Will Do Well To Allow Boxing Fans a Rest.

Boxing promoters will make no mistake in heeding the call of patrons of the sport that they've had quite enough of the Queensberry thing for a little while. The small assemblage at the Lewis-Stone affair indicates the public isn't keen for two or three bouts per week. Since last December the fans have responded faithfully for the impressarios. Enough is sufficient, as the saying goes, and if those who shine as promoters do not care to dig down in their jeans to cover losses the three arenas will be allowed to remain dark for a week or two following the close of the races next Tuesday.

1916-03-02 The New Orleans Item (New Orleans, LA) (page 12)
He Who Jabs and Runs Away Will Live to Jab Another Day--(Philosophy of H. Stone)
Fighting Is Not Exactly in Harry's Line, But He Does Some Good Ducking and Makes Ted Miss a Lot--Burke in Soft Spot on His "Come-Back"
(By Ham.)

If there is such a thing as a welterweight champion, Ted Lewis is probably it.

Harry Stone is not altogether out of the championship class. His distance Wednesday night entitles him to some consideration along championship lines as a marathoner.

Stone is a great fighter on the retreat. He goes away from his opponent very cleverly, indeed, and is very fast in this sort of action. Bringhurst did some good time in the six furlongs Wednesday, but when Stone hit the sprints, which was in nearly every round, the great Tauber horse had nothing on him. Stone is so fast that he can run backwards with almost the speed that some sprinters make with their face to the finish line.

Harry's Ducking His Specialty.

With Stone backing away and Lewis following him up most of the time there wasn't much chance for the kind of milling that nine out of ten spectators like to see. In some particulars it was a fair enough boxing exhibition, but this consisted chiefly in Stone's very clever ducking. He made Lewis miss repeatedly.

When a fellow misses like that, the fans begin to wonder if he has not been over-rated, particularly in his boxing. But they are not likely to be perplexed on this score very long if they recall the comment on Stone's other local fights. He has made others look bad.

Lewis' Swings Awful Hard.

Lewis is not a very straight puncher and he had no chance of showing any particular wizardry with the gloves, but he is a good two-handed fellow and packs a terrible kick with a swing and uppercut. Stone did not always get away from the ripper to the body, but he ducked under many a one, and the Englishman's uppercut always found Harry's head swinging back out of the danger zone.

There were two or three occasions upon which Harry forgot himself and carried the fight. During these precious moments he was in great peril for there simply wasn't a chance for him to get by with it. Lewis changed his tactics several times, inviting Harry in to where the milling could be hot, but Harry was no sooner in there than he was quickly convinced that discretion was the better part of valor and that his discretion lay in skirmishing on the outskirts.

Dick Burke "Comes Back."

Improved weather conditions over Monday night when Lewis and Stone were scheduled to start and had to postpone it, brought out a much larger crowd.

Dick Burke "came back" as third man in the ring and did it quite gracefully. It looked squally for Dick a little while, though, as Jimmy Johnston, Lewis's manager, claimed he understood Tommy Burns was to referee and he wanted the understanding complied with. Tommy didn't want to do it and the crowd voiced its approval of Dick so Jimmy relented. Dick was in a soft spot so far as the decision was concerned. Lewis had such a good lead all the way that the betting went from 2 to 1 to three and four to one as the bout progressed.

1916-03-02 The Times-Picayune (New Orleans, LA) (page 11)
If last night's twenty-round contest between Harry Stone of New Orleans and Ted "Kid" Lewis of England is generally recognized as a championship encounter, then Lewis today is welterweight champion of the world.

Lewis won the decision of Referee Dick Burke at the end of a score of sessions of wonderfully clever boxing and fighting in which he excelled in the latter department and took the advantage by forcing the fight, but though he won it is safe to say that probably never in all his time has he met a man who made him miss so many blows as did Stone.

Had Harry injected a little more aggressiveness into his milling the result might have been different. It might have differed in two ways. He might have won, or at least made a better showing, and then again he might have been knocked out. Lewis was unable to do his best against the retreating tactics of Stone but then, too, when Stone did turn and fight it was not always Lewis who had the better of the mix-up.


From a safe corner of the ring it looked as though Lewis earned nine rounds while Stone was credited with six. The rest were even. At times, though Lewis was trying practically all the time, he was made to look exceedingly foolish in his attempts by Stone's clever ducking and blocking and Stone frequently returned a half dozen jabs to the face while Lewis was in and trying to get out again after missing with both hands.

But Stone's work was done practically altogether with his left hand. His right might about as well have been left at home. On the other hand Lewis is one of the best two-handed fighters and boxers ever seen in New Orleans, and if he is champion he looks like a real one.

Stone is a man who will make the best of the fight a bad fight. He is so infernally clever in evading punishment that he makes the aggressor in a bout look like a tyro much of the time and it was only by rushing in past his guard and hammering away with both hands that Lewis was able to make an impression.

At the end of the contest both were slightly marked but little damage had been done to either. Stone's left eye had a bad cut over it, sustained in the nineteenth round, while Lewis' mouth was slightly cut in one of the early rounds and his nose bled from a left poke in the nineteenth round. The latter session was undoubtedly the liveliest of the entire scrap, both of the boys standing up and whaling away with both hands and all their might. The twentieth was little less furious but in both Lewis had decided margins.


Lewis is really a remarkable looking chap, being strongly and cleanly built and showing speed and smoothness of action in every move. He works confidently all the time and seems never to be off his guard.

Many of the rounds were very tame with hardly a blow landed on either side, both trying often but owing to cleverness neither succeeding in doing much.

But at the finish there was little difference of opinion as to the quality of the match. "It was a good one," seemed to be the general opinion of it. It was not a slam-bang, slashing scrap, and there were no knock-downs nor anything that looked like one, but there was so much clever boxing and fast action in it that it was generally liked.

It is probable that Lewis will return to New York immediately as he is in great demand up there in short bouts. That was one thing that many thought would militate against him last night. He has been fighting regularly for a good while and has not engaged in any long bouts, but last night he did not seem to be tired or even breathing hard at any time and looked as fresh as a daisy at the finish.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

1912-02-23 Mike Gibbons W-KO2 Willie Lewis [Empire Athletic Club, New York, NY, USA]

1912-02-24 New-York Tribune (New York, NY) (page 5)
Knocked Out by Gibbons in Second Round of Bout.

Mike Gibbons, the St. Paul middleweight, knocked out Willie Lewis, of this city, in the second round of a ten-round bout at the Empire Athletic Club last night. One minute and twenty-five seconds had elapsed in the second round when Gibbons whipped over left and right hooks to the point of the chin and Lewis fell, to box no more for the night.

The bout was one sided from start to finish, and Lewis was never in the hunt. He landed about four punches, and was fortunate to last out the first round, as seven seconds before the end he was knocked down and saved from defeat then and there by the bell.

Gibbons went at his man at the start in a manner that forecasted the summary ending that followed. Stepping up briskly, he circled about, and, feinting Lewis into kinks, hit him when and where he pleased. Lewis, clever as he is, looked like an untried schoolboy, and was thoroughly afraid of the man before him. In an effort to take a chance he went in close, but Gibbons handled him like a child. His efforts at infighting were smothered, while Gibbons ripped solid counters home at pleasure.

1912-02-24 The Brooklyn Daily Eagle (Brooklyn, NY) (page S3)
Willie Lewis is in the Down and Out Club. The clever fighter from the Gas House district hit the toboggan slide at the Empire Athletic Club in Manhattan last night, and still is on his way to oblivion. Mike Gibbons, the St. Paul middleweight, started Willie along the road. It did not take Mike very long to bid Willie "bon voyage." After one minute had elapsed in the second round, Mike tapped Willie with his right on the point of the latter's jaw, and Willie peacefully passed away. So ended the second lesson, the first having been read at the Fairmont Athletic Club in the Bronx a month or two ago.

Lewis never had a lookin during the encounter. His first knockout at the hands of Gibbons had left the former afraid of the clever fighter from St. Paul, and as a result, Willie wanted to keep well out of the road of Master Gibbons. The St. Paul man kept after the New Yorker and dropped Willie in the first round for the full count. However, the bell saved Lewis and he was able to get to his corner for a minute's rest. Hardly had the second period started than Gibbons sent over his right and Lewis dropped dead to the world. Not waiting to hear the count, Gibbons reached down and helped Referee Tone carry Lewis to his corner. It took a good two minutes to bring Lewis back to the land of the living.

1912-02-24 The Evening Telegram (New York, NY) (page 6)
Gibbons Makes Short Work of "Willie" Lewis in Ring
Western Boxer Knocks Out the New York Pugilist in the Second Round.
Wide Open Swings Are Quickly Taken Advantage of by the Winner of Bout.
By Ed. Cole.

It took one round and one minute and twenty-five seconds of the succeeding round for "Mike" Gibbons, of St. Paul, to knock out "Willie" Lewis, of New York, at the Empire Club last night. But for the very friendly bell Lewis would have passed up the fight in the first round, as he was down and the count was going on when the gong sounded to cease hostilities. He came up for the second round in fairly good condition and tried his best to get a swinging right to the young man from St. Paul. But it was a sorry attempt, and after Gibbons pumped a few left jabs into Lewis' face and hooked a short right to his jaw he went down, and everybody, about three thousand lovers of the boxing art, donned their wraps and went home.

That Gibbons is a master of the art of boxing he demonstrated last night without a question of doubt. He showed that he lacks nothing. He knows everything that was ever known in the art of self-defence. In the last three months he has developed what appeared to be lacking in his early fights in this city--a knockout punch. This he has proved he possesses twice within a month by knocking out Cashman and Lewis.

In regard to his cleverness, both with his hands and his footwork, old timers at the boxing game compare him with the one great boxer of the old days, "Jack" Dempsey, "the Nonpareil," who mastered opponents in the most artistic way until he met "Bob" Fitzsimmons. A fighter never leaves a positive record on the books that can prove decisively which is the better man unless they meet, hence it is only a matter of opinion whether Gibbons or the late and much thought of "Jack" Dempsey was the greater fighter.
Gibbons a Phenomenon.

One thing is positive, however, Gibbons is not only phenomenally clever, but he has a snappy punch with either hand that will bring an opponent to the mat. This is something that Dempsey never boasted of. That is the one addition to Gibbons' stock of ability that will possibly give the impression that Gibbons would have proved Dempsey's master had he lived in the days of "the Nonpareil."

That Gibbons is headed for the middleweight championship is assured, and he is loaded to the muzzle with all kinds of shot. He intends to have another meeting with "Jack" Denning some time in April, and if he is in as good condition as he was last night it is only a question how long Denning will be able to stand his punishment. After that there is but one other fence for him to climb, the "Eddie" McGoorty obstacle, and the latter will no doubt prove the hardest proposition he has had to deal with.

Last night's contest needs little description. It was lopsided throughout. That Lewis' intention was to bring Gibbons to earth by a right swing was evident before a minute of the first round had elapsed. Lewis jumped into action immediately he left his chair. He shot his left out and Gibbons dodged it and in return for the attempt Gibbons hooked up his right and followed in one, two succession with his left. Lewis then tried another right swing, but Gibbons just backed away as cleverly as a batter gets away from an inshoot.

Gibbons drew Lewis into a right swing and then sidestepped a trifle and as Lewis floundered from the force of his swing Gibbons hooked him on the point of the chin and passed the left over on him as his head bobbed up from the force of the uppercut. Then with a short stinging right, again on the point of the chin, Lewis toppled over in bad shape. The referee started to count him out but the gong sounded and Lewis was helped to his corner.
The Last of Lewis.

No sooner had the second round been called than Lewis made another effort with his powerful right hand, but it met atmosphere and not Gibbons. That was about the last thing Lewis did in the fighting line, for Gibbons smashed him with right and left, upper cut him and jabbed him. Lewis covered up with both hands, but the storm of gloves that bounced off him caused him to wobble about like a beheaded chicken. Then Gibbons waited for a couple of seconds and Lewis opened his gloves to see where Gibbons was. He didn't have time to locate him, for "Mike" shot his left into his face and hooked up his right to the jaw with the accuracy of a rifleman locating bull's eyes. Another right and left to the jaw and the story is told.

At the ringside Gibbons tipped the beam at 151 pounds and Lewis at 149½ pounds. To-day Gibbons leaves for St. Paul to see his wife, who expects to present a young middleweight to her husband in the near future. After that event he may return here to meet Denning and probably a local boxer in Bridgeport, Conn. He and his manager, "Ed" Reddy, will then take a trip to the coast in search of middleweight game.

1912-02-24 The Evening World (New York, NY) (page 4)
Lewis Cries When He Realizes Mike Gibbons Has Knocked Him Out
Local Fighter Quickly Disposed Of in Second Round by St. Paul Fistic Artist.
Three thousand fight fans witnessed the bout between Mike Gibbons of St. Paul and Willie Lewis of this city at the Empire A. C., and after it was over these same three thousand persons left Manhattan Casino proclaiming the Westerner one of the greatest fighters for his weight they have ever seen in action. This high compliment was tendered to Gibbons for the easy and graceful way in which he knocked out Lewis in the second round, after about one minute of fighting, with a terrific right hand swing on the jaw.

Gibbons would have accomplished the feat in the first round had it not been for the clang of the bell, which sounded while Willie was groggy on his feet after having got up from the floor in a helpless condition from a heavy blow on the chin.

Up to the time Gibbons put in the punch that stowed Lewis away the Western "phenom" had given an exhibition of cleverness, ring generalship and clean and terrific hitting which are seldom seen in bouts at the local clubs.

Gibbons fought an entirely different battle from those which he put up in his previous six contests here. Instead of doing a lot of unnecessary feinting, sidestepping and ducking, as he did in these other bouts, Gibbons just walked out of his corner and with his guard high he cut loose at Lewis in a way that showed he was out to win as quickly as possible or lose out himself in the attempt.

After jabbing Lewis a few times in the face Gibbons let fly an overhand left hand swing, which nailed him flush on the cheekbone. The moment the blow landed Lewis's legs began to wobble, and as he started to stagger Gibbons dealt him left and right hand swings on the jaw. These blows dazed Willie completely, and he began to rush at Gibbons, letting fly with a right swing. Gibbons saw the punch coming and, stepping back, let the blow fall short and then countered beautifully with two straight jabs into Lewis's face, sending his head back.

By this time Lewis was bewildered, and Gibbons, seeing he had him at his mercy, hooked a left swing to the jaw which sent him reeling. As quick as a flash Gibbons drove in a right uppercut, dropping Lewis to the floor.

After Referee Tone had counted six, Lewis staggered to his feet. He was very shaky, while both hands hung at his side. Gibbons was just about to put over the finishing punch when the bell rang, causing Referee Tone to go between the men.

When the second round started Gibbons waded right into Lewis by jabbing him hard in the nose with a straight left. Willie then threw over a left hand swing to Gibbons's jaw, which seemed to rile him, for he let go three stiff jabs to Willie's face and then crossed his right to his jaw, sending him to the floor on his back.

With the exception of a slight turn of his head and the raising of his right leg, Lewis did not move, and was counted out. At the fatal count of ten the referee and Gibbons bent down and picking Lewis up carried him to his corner. After he recovered consciousness Lewis, broken-hearted over his defeat, put his head on his glove and began to cry. He was still crying when he was escorted from the ring by his seconds.

Gibbons Best Man I Ever Met, Says Lewis in Adieu to Ring.
By Willie Lewis.

I think Gibbons is a wonderful fighter. He is not only clever and shifty, but he can certainly deliver a terrific blow. Before my fight with him this time I was confident he could not punch. I know different now, for he proved to my satisfaction that he is one of the hardest punchers in the business. I have fought middleweights, light heavyweights and heavyweights, both in this country, England and France, but none of them hit me so hard as Gibbons. I wish to state right now that I am through with the fighting game forever. I have fought my last fight. I took on this bout with Gibbons to find out if I was still there or all in. I am satisfied now that I am all in, and that is the reason why I have retired from the game. I have been fighting for thirteen years next June and I think it's about time for me to quit. I intend to pay strict attention to my cafe in the future and forget the past. I wish Gibbons the best of luck and hope to see him middleweight champion in a year or so.

1912-02-24 The New York Herald (New York, NY) (page 11)
Gibbons Knocks Out Lewis
St. Paul Middleweight Puts Local Man Away in Second Round at Empire A.C.
Beaten into a state of utter helplessness and knocked out in the second round, "Willie" Lewis made a sorry showing against "Mike" Gibbons, the St. Paul middleweight, in the Empire Athletic Club ring last night. Gibbons did not allow Lewis to land a single clean blow, but went after him from the opening gong and battered him down in impressive fashion.

The crowd of five thousand that jammed the hall got an excellent idea of what was coming when Gibbons hammered Lewis down in the first round. Had not the bell come to the local man's relief just as he arose it is highly probable that he would have been saved the necessity of going into the second session. Gibbons took matters coolly, doing the execution in a businesslike way with right and left uppercuts, jabs and smashing jolts to the body. Lewis attempted several left hooks, but he was wild and the St. Paul boxer stepped inside the swings with straight lefts to the head. Gibbons landed half a dozen right uppercuts and left jabs and Lewis hit the boards. As he got up, wavering, the gong sounded.

The second round went just 1m. 25s. Gibbons repeated his programme of the previous round, and finally knocked Lewis out with a ripping left to the jaw. The Minnesota boxer's hair was not even mussed, and he failed to get any perspiration up. In the second bout in the city Gibbons easily defeated Lewis in ten rounds. "Willie" clamored for another chance, and he got it with a vengeance. Gibbons entered the ring weighing 151 pounds and Lewis scaled at 149½.

In the preliminaries "Eddie" McFarland, the Oklahoma lightweight, made a fair showing against "Kid" Alberts, the latter winning on points. "Willie" Chandler stopped "Young Terry" Martin, a negro, in five rounds. "Battling" Reddy and "Phillie" Carmine went six rounds to a fast draw.

1912-02-24 The New York Press (New York, NY) (page 7)
St. Paul Fighter Lands Haymaker with Ease.
New Yorker, Unable to Put Up Defense, Takes a Count Soon After Start.
There's another wreck on the track. Mike Gibbons, the St. Paul Limited, booming along at a mile a minute clip, crashed into Willie Lewis of the Gashouse district at the Empire A. C. of Harlem last night. All that was left of Lewis was the pieces. The once great welterweight was a mere toy in the hands of Glittering Gibbons. Willie's light went out in the second round. After dropping the former pride of the Parisian boulevards toward the end of the first round, the bell coming to Willie's rescue and postponing is enforced sleep, Mike caused the swan song to be sung over McKetrick's roustabout before the second round was half over. Mike sent a snappy right hook to the jaw and the tottering Lewis dropped like a log. Willie fell on his face, unconsciously tried to pull himself up and rolled over on his back while Referee Dan Tone tolled the full drone of the doleful decimal. Lewis was carried to his corner. Two minutes afterward he was revived and led weeping from the ring.

The beginning of the end came in the first two minutes of fighting. About the middle of the first round Gibbons hooked a hard left to the jaw. The punch rocked Lewis from head to toe, and but for his falling into a clinch he would have been floored. Gibbons fought himself free and shot rapid-fire lefts and rights to Lewis's head and body. For a few seconds Lewis weathered the gale. Then "crash!" and he was driven to the boards from a one-two punch, a straight left and a crossing right. Willie arose at the count of five. The fog was still in his eyes and he walked blindly in without offering to protect himself. Gibbons shook the staggering Lewis with stiff punches to head and body, but just when Willie was ready to fall the bell came to his rescue.

Lewis, staggering to his corner, was showered with water by his seconds. He was weak and groggy, however, when he came up for the second round. Mike went right in to finish him. For a few seconds Willie tried to block the lightning punches that Gibbons shot in from all angles. Gibbons, however, picked out the holes in his armor, and drove home shot after shot. Lewis threw discretion to the winds and waded in with his guard down, risking all on one good healthy swing. It was Gibbons, however, that landed the haymaker. He sent three lightning left jabs and a terrific right to the body. Another left jab and a vicious right uppercut followed. Then the terrible crossing right and--it all was over but the count.

Though defeated Lewis was not disgraced, and he went down to defeat like a man. It was another case of the pitcher going once too often to the well. A great fighter in his day, Lewis's stamina and vitality were sapped by loose training that often amounted to excesses. He was but a shell of his former fighting self. In fact, he has been living on his reputation since he was beaten to a pulp and knocked out by Frank Klaus a year ago. His ring generalship and courage have carried him through several tough battles since then, but it only was a question when some good, fast, hard-hitting man would come along and "bust" the bubble.

Gibbons entered the ring at 9.55 p. m., accompanied by his manager, Eddie Reddy, and a retinue of handlers. Lewis followed a minute afterward. Danny McKetrick and Joe Jeanette looked out after things in Lewis's corner. It was announced the men had weighed in, as agreed, at 147 pounds at 3 p. m. The announcer said the ringside weights of the men were: Gibbons, 151 pounds; Lewis, 149½. While the men were donning the gloves Jess Smith, Johnny Dundee, Tommy Coleman and Knock Out Brown were introduced, and a collection was taken up in behalf of the widow of Connie Schmidt, the Jersey fighter who was killed by a freight train last week. The McMahon brothers donated $50 and those around the ringside contributed generously, several hundred dollars being taken up.

The gong rang a few seconds before 10 p. m. Lewis lead with a light left to the face, Mike coming back with a snappy left and a right-hand uppercut to the face. The punch hurt Lewis. Gibbons shot a left to the jaw and Willie, returning the compliment, fell into a clinch. Lewis hooked a right to the jaw on the break and, quick as a flash, Mike planted a left and right to the face. Gibbons stepped back and then leaped in with a crossing right labeled "knock out." The punch missed the mark, grazing the jaw. Lewis shot a left to the face and tried the right for the jaw, but was blocked. Mike then began peppering Lewis with straight lefts. Gibbons shot in his punches with the speed of a bullet, and Lewis could not block or duck them. Willie got wild and missed a hard left swing. Lewis landed a right to the jaw, and then Gibbons hooked a vicious left to Willie's mouth. The punch shook Lewis from head to heel, and he fell into a clinch. Mike fought himself free and hooked a left and right to the jaw. Again Gibbons sent the left and right to the jaw, following with a right cross. Lewis was sent to the boards. He got up at the count of five. Gibbons tried hard to finish him. Lewis, though groggy, was set to receive the punches. Mike was showering him with stiff lefts and rights, and Willie was staggering when the bell came to his rescue.

Lewis had trouble getting to his corner. It looked as if he would fall before he could get to his chair. Frantic work by his seconds brought him up for the second round. Mike opened the round with a left to the face. Lewis missed a right and clinched. Mike shot a right to the body and hooked the left to the face. Gibbons reached the face with a straight left and crossing right. Willie reached the body with a right, and Mike sunk a left and right in Willie's mid-section.

Three times Mike jabbed Lewis in the face. By this time Lewis was almost in. He dropped his guard and tried to land one good, solid punch. Gibbons stepped in and placed a right to the body. He jabbed the face and uppercut the jaw with his right. Suddenly Gibbons crossed his right flush to the jaw. Good night.

1912-02-24 The New York Times (New York, NY) (page 12)
St. Paul Man Has New Yorker Staggering Around Ring in Empire A. C. Fight.
Willie Lewis had his chance last night at the Empire Athletic Club to prove that his recent defeat by Mike Gibbons was a fluke, and the St. Paul whirlwind brushed the erstwhile king of welterweights into dreamland in less than five minutes. A right to the jaw was the finishing punch and it did the trick so effectively that Lewis was still in the land of dreams when Gibbons carried him to his corner. The knockout arrived less than two minutes after the second round began.

From the bell which started the rival battlers on their way until Gibbons dropped Lewis to the canvas for the full count, there was nothing to the bout except Gibbons. Lewis, noted for his feinting ability and all-around boxing cleverness, was as powerless before the St. Paul boy as a novice, and during the five minutes he failed to land a single effective punch on Gibbons. Mike simply toyed with the New Yorker, feinted until Willie was dizzy, stepped out of the paths of Lewis's punches without apparent effort, and penetrated Lewis's guard with his terrific punches as often as he desired. It was evident before the first round was half completed that Lewis was in for the trimming of his life. He took almost as much punishment as could be crowded into such a short space of time.

Before the bout was ten seconds old Gibbons had jolted Lewis's head back with two lefts and a right. Within a minute he had Willie staggering around the ring, and before the bell sounded Gibbons dropped Lewis with a terrific right uppercut after staggering him with a left swing. Lewis regained his feet at the count of five, and the bell sounded just in time to save him from a knockout.

Gibbons went in to make a quick finish of the bout in the second round, and succeeded. He was landing often on Willie's jaw with either hand, and Lewis was unable to stop the shower of blows. His right eye was swollen and his face was very red from the punishment already received. A series of rights and lefts soon had Lewis groggy, and Gibbons shot out that terrible right with enough power to end the bout. Lewis did not move a muscle while Referee Tone tolled off the fatal ten, and Gibbons helped Willie's seconds to carry him to his corner.

1912-02-24 The Standard Union (Brooklyn, NY) (page 8)
Mike Gibbons, the St. Paul scrapper, to-day laid claim to the welterweight championship of the world, following his decisive victory last night over Willie Lewis, at the Empire A. C., of Harlem. Mike declared that he had been vindicated by knocking out the New York boy who claimed that Gibbons' recent decision over him was a fluke.

"I said I would put him away in a hurry, and I made good," was Gibbons' comment to-day.

A ring victory was never more decisive. In the first round Gibbons put over a crashing blow which would have ended the battle had not the bell rung while Lewis was lying helpless on the floor. In the second round the St. Paul wonder duplicated, but this time the bell did not come to the rescue.

1912-02-24 The Sun (New York, NY) (page 11)
Gibbons Does the Trick in Second Round at Empire A. C.

Willie Lewis, the local welterweight who once claimed the world's championship, was knocked out cold in the second round by Mike Gibbons of St. Paul at the Empire A. C. in Harlem Casino last night. Lewis was no match for the wonderful Western boxer. He could not land his heavy swings and also found it impossible to defend himself when Gibbons went after him. Gibbons outboxed, outfeinted and outslugged Lewis from start to finish.

Just before the first round ended Lewis was floored with a heavy right hand hook to the jaw. He was just getting on his pins when the bell rang. Gibbons cut out fancy business in the second round and made a punching bag of the Bowery boy.

He hit Lewis from every angle, putting so much power into his punches that a knockout was inevitable. A left hook on the chin finally put Lewis away in such a manner that he was dead to the world when the tenth second was counted.

Attracted by Gibbons, one of the largest crowds ever housed by the club gathered at the ringside, and by the time the preliminaries were at an end there were few empty seats in the big casino. The ringside weights were: Gibbons, 151; Lewis, 149½. Dan Tone was referee.

First Round--As Lewis tore in Gibbons landed a hook with each hand and made the local man break ground. Gibbons danced around his man with great foot work, jabbing him with lefts and sending over a terrific right to the ear. Lewis blocked for a moment and then, rushing in, he received more hooks in the face. Gibbons feinted beautifully, after which he shot a left to the jaw. Lewis's swings were short, and again Gibbons jabbed him in the face. Lewis tore in with a right on the neck, whereupon Gibbons cut loose with a blinding volley of punches. A right put Lewis down, and he staggered up just as the bell rang. Gibbons had the round.

Second Round--Lewis missed a hard blow with the right and Gibbons stepped in with hooks and upper cuts that made Lewis reel. The latter rushed and Gibbons sidestepped him. Again Lewis rushed and this time Gibbons landed a fierce right hook under the chin. Lewis tottered, but instinctively threw up his hands. Gibbons drove in body blows underneath his guard and then, shifting with a left hand upper cut, he reached the point of the jaw. It was a terrific wallop and Lewis's legs bent under him. He sank to the floor in a heap and after being counted out he was literally carried to his corner, where he soon revived. It was an easy victory for Gibbons.

Friday, January 3, 2014

1916-01-03 Sam Langford L-PTS20 Harry Wills [Tulane Athletic Club, New Orleans, LA, USA]

1916-01-03 The Daily States (New Orleans, LA) (page 11)
Negroes In Good Shape and Promise Fast Bout, Says Promoter Burns

Harry Wills and Sam Langford will enter the ring at the Tulane Club arena Monday night in good condition to furnish the local boxing fans with the first negro heavyweight scrap seen here in several months, according to word forthcoming from the local promoters of the scheduled twenty-round bout.

When the two last met here, the bout only went ten rounds, the decision going to the local negro. This was more than a year ago. Since then the Boston "Tar Baby" dropped Wills for the count in a bout on the coast. In this last scrap Wills floored Langford twice before the Boston negro packed the fatal wallop.

While showing here in but very few bouts, Wills is said to have made a big improvement in the past year. His fight here with Battling Jim Johnson was too one-sided to determine whether or not he has improved to any great extent.

Sport writers from the various sections have boosted Wills and fans will see for themselves just how good he is when he meets the most experienced negro fighter in the game at the Howard street arena.

Langford has been fighting for years during which time he has bested some of the best in the heavyweight division. Of late, Wills seems to be the only fighter in his class to give him trouble. Langford has trained hard for this mill and is looked for to put up his best fight against the local negro. Wills has been made the favorite.

1916-01-03 The New Orleans Item (New Orleans, LA) (page 8)
Wills Has Chance To Show He's Best Of All the Heavies
(By Ham.)

The assertion frequently is made that Harry Wills, either now or in a year from now, will be the world's best fighter--in other words, will stand just where Jack Johnson stood just after he defeated Jeffries.

Joe Woodman, manager of Sam Langford, will not admit that Wills has much of a chance to beat Langford in their 20-round fight Monday night, but he does say that in one more year Wills should beat Langford and the rest of the blacks, and he intimates very strongly that he believes Wills, if properly handled, will develop into a better man than Willard.

They have been saying such things about Wills for more than a year. He hasn't developed as rapidly as was expected of him, but now that Jim Buckley, the man who contributed largely to the making of a near-champion out of Gunboat Smith, has him, the New Orleans negro may show surprising improvement over his last fight here, which was with black Jim Johnson.

This Was a Bad One.

That fight, by the way, left a dark brown taste in the mouths of local fans. Johnson was hog fat and had to stall his way through. It takes two to make a fight and Wills had no chance to show anything that night.

Langford will enter the ring considerably to the fat himself, but Sambo has had three experiences with Wills and the last, which was a boxing session of ten rounds, was so much of a Wills nature that Sambo has taken no chance this time, and is said to have trained harder for this engagement than for any in a long time. Sam probably knows he's sliding, and knows that this tall young copper-shade will get him if he is not very careful.

But Sam knows how to be careful. He hasn't been in the game for nothing all these years, beating some of the best men in the ring. He went down five times before Wills in their Los Angeles fight, but Sam was crafty and Wills wasn't and the result was that Wills took the full count in the fourteenth round.

Black Hope Needed?

Many wise fans fight shy of the black squadron, knowing that a lot of stuff has been pulled in the past year that wouldn't bear close scrutiny. Most of it has been in the 10-round no-decision bouts, however, and Wills and Langford showed in Los Angeles what is likely to happen in a longer fight.

Wills has a chance to stop Langford if he keeps a cool head. If he doesn't Langford will stop him again. Either outcome would not be entirely unexpected.

If Langford is knocked out Joe Woodman will have to start a search for a black hope. The only classy negro of the old brigade left besides Langford is McVea, and he is going. Wills would have no real competition as he is the only young one coming up.

1916-01-04 The Daily States (New Orleans, LA) (page 12)
Negroes Fight Fastest Twenty Rounds Seen In An Orleans Ring In Recent Years--Local Negro Is Now Top of His Race.

Jess Willard, heavyweight champion of the world, is fortunate Harry Wills of New Orleans and Sambo Langford of Boston are negroes. If they were any other color, the celebrated "wild west hero" would be forced to defend his title against either man with a possibility of being bumped off the Queensberry throne.

In earning a twenty-round decision over Langford Monday night at the Howard-street arena, Wills convinced a majority of the big assemblage he is championship material. Langford, too, showed himself a great fighter, for in keeping Wills busy from start to finish, the defeated negro put up a very creditable scrap.

The black men, contrary to the word passed down the line, "who's turn is it?" gave a corking-good crowd a run for its money. It is doubtful if any heavyweight scrap of recent years measured up to it for speed. And as for the blows traded, something more than a wallop is necessary to put Sambo down for the count of ten.

With the possible exception of the twelfth when Sambo tried every trick he knew to ease the dreamland wallop over and had Wills worried, and in the eighteenth, Wills sending the Boston black to his corner partly groggy, there was not the least semblance of a knockdown.

Wills Loses Head When He Is Hurt.

Wills, however, is an improved fighter. He lacks experience to cope with a man of Langford's ability. His biggest fault is the same as when he fought McVey, losing his head when hurt. Langford peppered Wills with slashing rights and lefts to the jaw at different periods and in almost every instance, the native black opened up and narrowly escaped the deciding swing.

For the first ten rounds, and it is doubtful if two middleweights could have gone the same pace as the negroes, Wills, because of his advantage in height and reach, stabbed Langford with a left jab, using his right at times for a cross and hooking it to the wind. Wills showed a variety of punches that if used by Willard or some other fighter, would make him the best touted man in the heavyweight division.

In the second half of the scrap, though a trifle slower, excelled any black bout staged here in the past four years. Langford realized his only chance to earn the decision was by dropping his opponent to the cloth and the Tar Baby began a systematic attack, loafing one round and cutting loose with everything he had in the next.

Wills Shows Respect For Sambo's Left.

Wills continually retreated during the twenty periods and in the closing number hardly tried to land a blow. The local negro was also guilty of an unusual lot of holding, especially in the last half of the mill. Another referee would have probably penalized him for these tactics. It was evident throughout that Wills had a lot of respect for Langford's left, as every time the men locked, Harry tucked Sambo's southpaw lunchhook beneath his arm and held it as tight as if it were in a vise.

Just how much stamina Langford possesses, even though he is supposed to be a "fat old man" who has seen his best days in the ring, isn't difficult to imagine when he assimilated all of Wills' wallops to the midsection and continued to carry the fight to his opponent.

If Sambo is ready for the scrap heap, he surely must have been a great fighter when at his best.

In the preliminary mill, Young Kid Green lost a decision to Eddie Palmer.

According to the announcement made from the ringside, Langford and Wills fought for a $1,000 side bet. The currency posted was in the shape of a check. Tommy Burns handed it over to Wills at the conclusion of the mill.

1916-01-04 The New Orleans Item (New Orleans, LA) (page 8)
Wills Is Another Black Peril to White Heavies

The black squadron has an admiral. Another Jack Johnson has come out of the colored population of Louisiana and boxed himself to the front through the ranks of the Langfords, the Jeannettes and the McVeas--all good ringmen and better than the run of white heavyweights.

One or two of these still may be good enough to win a decision over Harry Wills, but his improvement, as shown in his 20-round victory over Sam Langford Monday night, means eventual command of the situation, and that very soon. He has been beaten by the entire trio of black rivals, but in his last three times out against them he has outboxed McVea in 12 rounds, and outpointed Langford both in ten and in twenty.

Langford has been the best of the negro fighters, Johnson excepted, for a long time, and a decisive victory over him even at this late day is quite enough for the fans of ebony hue in New Orleans and vicinity to rave about.

Will History Repeat?

Such a feat establishes Wills as the best heavyweight in the world, barring Jess Willard, and a little development may soon make him a better man than the white champion.

This comparison may be distasteful to many followers of fighting, but who knows that the time isn't far off when this brown-skinned negro of New Orleans and the giant of Kansas will meet to settle the supremacy of the races just as Jeffries and Johnson did--when the black man won?

It doesn't take a great stretch of the imagination to picture this in the face of ring history that is not seven years old. The then invincible Jeffries retired and bestowed his title on another white man, Tommy Burns, who refereed last night's fight, came along and won it.

How Demands Started.

Burns was a good fighter, but a small man. He would have been a great champion of light heavyweights. Everywhere the fight fans and experts of the game said there lived a better fighter than the champion himself. Eventually Burns agreed to defend his championship against the black man and the black man won.

Then the call for Jeffries to come out of retirement. The title must be restored to the white race. Wasn't Jeffries the real champion, anyway--only in retirement?

Public appeal and the false confidence that has carried nearly all champions to their defeat brought Jeffries out of retirement--but the black man won again. It took a young Lochinvar to come out of the west to restore the title.

Is It the Last?

Jack Johnson's reign was thorn enough in the sides of white men, but it was more odious because of his criminal character. An exile from the United States it was necessary for Willard to meet him in Cuba.

"Well, that's the last. There'll never be another fight between a white man and a negro for the championship," declared the sporting public with great relief from its agony.

Willard declared he would not meet a negro as long as he held the title, and recently when he signed for a championship fight here he demanded that the phrase "any white man" be inserted in the articles.

Let's hope sentiment will always stand as an effective barrier against "mixed fighting." If there should be a return to it for only a few matches there same condition that prevailed when Burns was champion might arise again. Wills probably could beat the Morans and Coffeys, and the fighting world doesn't yet look upon Willard as a great champion.

Wills Sambo's Master.

From the time Wills shot a straight right to Langford's nose in the first round and sent him half-way across the ring until the twentieth round, Wills was master of the situation. There were isolated instances of Langford's superiority, but it would be hard to give the Boston tar baby more than four rounds of the entire twenty.

Though in the early rounds Langford's hitting was the cleaner, and though he carried the fight in the majority of rounds, Wills scored point after point when his shorter opponent was unable to reach him at all. It suited Wills for Langford to carry the battle to him. Inexperience might have led the local negro into many an error had he been compelled to force the fighting.

Sam Can't Put It Over.

Langford had only one effective weapon in his attack, and that was a vicious lightning left hook, which sometimes rocked Wills' head, but more often was dodged or blocked. Wills surprised the ringsiders several times by ducking under this blow, and Langford had trouble measuring it.

The tar baby sacrificed boxing and all else to land a knockout via this punch. He took blow after blow hoping to "get one over." Had he landed half the punches that Wills scored the local negro never could have weathered the 20 rounds.

Wills was content with his boxing, and only now and then traded blow for blow. His long left, which he sometimes used in a sort of corkscrew jab, worried Sambo considerably, but Harry's only drive of any force was his straight right, which would have been more punishing had he not drawn his body from it as he shot it.

There was no lack of speed or action. It was the fastest and best heavyweight fight staged in any New Orleans ring in years.

1916-01-04 The Times-Picayune (New Orleans, LA) (page 11)
Local Negro Proves Himself Peer of All Fighters of His Color.
After one of the greatest ring contests ever seen in New Orleans, Harry Wills, local negro heavyweight, was awarded the decision over Sam Langford, of Boston, in twenty rounds at the Tulane Athletic Club last night, and thereby established himself as the peer of all negro heavyweights.

Wills earned eleven of the twenty rounds, while Langford could claim but five. And when the final gong sounded the end of what probably was the fastest heavyweight battle ever held in a roped arena, there was not one of the 4000 spectators that packed the arena who was not of the opinion that the verdict of Referee Tommy Burns was a just one.

None was more convinced of Wills' right to the victory than the veteran fighting machine, Langford, who showed as early as the twelfth round that he realized his only chance of winning lay in a knockout. This frank admission on the part of the great little Boston fighter, coming in the form of a throwing off of all intentions of trying to win on points, was well received by the fans, who appreciated that "Short Sam" was acknowledging that he must win by a knockout or lose.

For twelve rounds Langford used every bit of his remarkable boring-in defense to cover him while he attempted to penetrate Wills' guard, with unsatisfactory results. The giant New Orleans negro was Langford's master at the finer points of the game, and the Boston "Tar Baby," whose experience as a ring gladiator extends through nearly fourteen years, made no attempt to evade the issue by hiding the fact that he knew he was being outpointed.


And it was this willingness on Langford's part to toss aside the chance of getting a draw anyhow by slowing up and making Wills lead, which made the struggle one which long will be remembered by those who saw it. Throughout the entire twenty rounds the Boston negro kept after Wills with bull dog tenacity, forcing the fighting as fast after he dropped his guard as when he was picking off Wills' blows coming in.

At the end of the twenty rounds, Langford was beaten, but not disgraced.

There were no knockdowns, but this must not be taken to mean that there were no hard blows landed. There hardly was a second during the whole contest when mighty blows were not being exchanged, in the clinches, which were few and of short duration, as well as out of them. That there were no knockdowns, can be attributed to the fact that both men were in remarkable condition.

Never did Harry Wills fight as he fought last night. Only once during the whole battle did he appear to be facing defeat. This was in the twelfth round, when Langford shook him up considerably with a stinging left hook and a mighty right cross to the jaw, causing Wills' knees to sag.

Outside of that spell, however, the local heavyweight seemed one of the most confident fighters in the world, and though there were other rounds in which he was bested by his stocky antagonist, he always walked to his corner with the bearing of one who was sure of victory.

Seldom missing his punches, Wills pecked away at Langford's guard in the early rounds, sometimes raining ineffective fusillades on Langford's gloves and arms, but at other times beating down the Easterner's defense and peppering Langford's face with left jabs and hooks and right crosses and uppercuts.


While in the clinches and in most of the toe-to-toe bees, Wills held his own in the majority of cases and in some fought the ever-coming Boston negro to a standstill and momentarily checked "Short Sam's" advance.

Langford could have made a better showing if he had cared to wait for Wills to come for him. He could have kept covered for twenty rounds and probably would not have been outpointed so far.

But the Boston negro considered himself champion fighter of the negro heavyweights, and he was out to prove it. He had knocked Wills out once, and he was anxious to show that this victory was no fluke, and though he did not accomplish his end, he at least proved that it was through no fault of his own but solely because in the Wills of last night he met a greatly improved fighter from the Wills he knocked out in fourteen rounds at Los Angeles, and because the Wills of last night proved himself one of the greatest heavyweight fighters the ring has known in recent years.

As has been said, the end of the twelfth round found Langford with a little the worst of things as far as points were concerned, though he had been the aggressor throughout.

At this stage of the game, the Boston "Tar Baby" decided he had waited long enough to begin his real battle.

So he bored in even faster than he did before, only he decided to devote more of his attention to landing blows than to blocking them.

While he did not altogether quit picking off all the dangerous wallops he could, Langford obviously showed that he was out to land a decisive wallop if he had to take a hundred. And right here let it be said that Joe Woodman's veteran battler stopped many a blow with his face during those last eight rounds. His left eye, which had been badly puffed since the early innings, closed altogether in the fourteenth, while his right eye, lips and nose were considerably battered up.

From the thirteenth round on, every move of Langford's was pointed toward one goal--a knockout. His vicious left hooks to the body, and his right and left hooks to the head carried worlds of steam, and once or twice he rocked Wills.

But Wills remained cool and collected, and showed lots of stamina in assimilating Langford's hardest punches, at the same time keeping a volley of left jabs and right crosses in Langford's face as he stepped around and landing many a terrific right swing and uppercut to Langford's kidneys and ribs in the clinches.

So anxious was Langford to turn the tide of battle that as the rounds wore on he became wild, and Wills' advantage stood out in stronger contrast.

Wills enjoyed every physical advantage, being more than a head taller than his opponent, and thereby being able to reach over Langford's shoulder and deal telling blows to Sam's kidneys.

Langford was much faster than when he fought Wills here before, sometimes dancing in like a flash with a left jab to the wind, and with left hooks to the jaw.

Wills weighed about 210 pounds, while Langford scaled in around 190.

The men fought for a side bet of $1000, which was handed to the winner by Tommy Burns after the fight.