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Monday, July 26, 2010

Stanley Ketchel

1899-12-26 The Grand Rapids Herald (Grand Rapids, MI) (page 6)
Detected in Making Trips In and Out of the Leonard Store--Patrolman Viergever Took Possession of Boy and Pack.
Stanley Ketchel, a 13-year-old boy, is doubtless bemoaning the fact that he has not an over-abundance of Christmas presents to give out, without putting up the usual price for them, and it is not the fault of Stanley that he did not have just what he wished for, although it is true that he ought to be glad he can enjoy the Christmas turkey at home.

Patrolman Viergever was on special detail last week in Leonard's store. While passing an alley back of that establishment he noticed a small boy reaching over the top of the high board fence. The policeman came back, and while pretending to tie his shoe laces he watched the youngster, who turned out to be Stanley Ketchel. After he had gone Officer Viergever made an investigation, and looking over the fence he found a pocketful of small toys and other things from Leonard's. He went back into the store and there was Stanley helping himself from one of the counters.

The officer took charge of the boy and took him up to headquarters, where he spent two hours before Mr. Leonard decided not to press the charge against him because of his age, and he was allowed to go home.

1900-09-07 The Evening Press (Grand Rapids, MI) (page 1)
Sheriff Asked to Locate Ernest Frederickson, Stanley Ketchel and Oscar Halbern.

Ernest Frederickson of 210 Fremont street, Stanley Ketchel of 177 Stocking street, and Oscar Halben of 233 Fifth street, disappeared Wednesday and application was made to the sheriff's office this morning for assistance in locating them. A letter from Ketchel, dated at White Cloud, was received today, but he said nothing about the other boys. All are about 16 years of age. Frederickson is next to the oldest of a large family and was employed at the W. A. Berkey factory. He went to work Wednesday, but did not return at night.

1900-09-08 The Evening Press (Grand Rapids, MI) (page 3)
Earnest Frederickson, No. 210 Fremont street; Stanley Ketchel, No. 177 Stocking street, and Oscar Halben, No. 233 Fifth street, were reported to the sheriff's force yesterday as missing. A letter was received from the Ketchel boy, who was the oldest and employed in the W. A. Berkey factory, dated in White Cloud, but nothing was said of the other two runaways. The letter will be used to find the boy and if possible, his companions.

1901-11-29 The Evening Press (Grand Rapids, MI) (page 10)
Accidental Shooting Upon the West Side Yesterday Afternoon.

While carelessly handling a revolver yesterday afternoon William Wynn accidentally shot a companion, Edward Sonnen, through the fleshy portion of the neck, making a painful wound, but it is said that Sonnen will recover. It appears that a crowd of boys of the West Side had congregated in an old building near the corner of Fifth and McReynolds streets. Wynn, who is it said had been drinking, supposing that the gun which Stanley Ketchel had was unloaded, reached for the weapon, 32-calibre revoler, and kept snapping the trigger. Finally there was a report and Sonnen fell to the ground unconscious. Dr. Chappel was summoned and he made an examination and found that the ball passed through the left ear into the neck of Sonnen and came out back of the right ear. The patient was taken to the physician's home on Third street and after being revived he was removed to his own home at 330 Ninth street.

Sonnen is 22 years old, a single man, and employed by Berkey & Gay as a spring maker. Wynn is a lad of 17. He has been absent from that locality since the shooting. No complaint has been made to the police department and it is generally considered that the affair was accidental.

1908-02-24 Jim Driscoll W-DQ15 Charlie Griffin (Covent Garden, London, UK)

1908-02-25 Daily Mail (London, Middlesex, UK) (page 7)
A glove-fight of considerable importance was brought off last evening at the National Sporting Club, London, when James Driscoll, of Cardiff, and Charley Griffin, of New Zealand, met. The match, which was of twenty rounds, was for the nine stone (feather-weight) championship and a stake of £200 a side.

The contestants took the ring at ten o'clock promptly, an additional interest being given to the contest by the presence of Tommy Burns in Griffin's corner.

Driscoll from the start showed superior skill by doing all the leading, and when Griffin made any particularly aggressive move Driscoll again showed great generalship in getting out of danger.

The rounds up to the tenth succeeded each other in much the same fashion, Driscoll going further and further ahead on points. In the eleventh round Griffin woke up and quite raised the drooping hopes of his supporters.

In the twelfth and thirteenth Griffin began to show signs of weakness, and frequent appeals were made against him for holding. In the fourteenth round the referee, Mr. Douglas, got into the ring and parted the boxers on more than one occasion. There were loud claims of foul when Griffin was seen to use his chin.

Again the cry was raised in the fifteenth round, and when a palpable foul of a similar kind was observed the referee stopped the contest and awarded the fight to Driscoll, who at the time had the verdict in perfectly safe keeping.

It is a great pity that the contest should have ended as it did, for Griffin was earning golden opinions for his stanchness and cleverness, although outclassed.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

1908-06-10 Philadelphia Jack O'Brien ND6 Jack Blackburn (Philadelphia, PA, USA)

1908-06-11 Fairbanks Daily News (Fairbanks, AK) (page 1)
Shifty Jack Shows That He Is Still a Whirlwind a Game.
Was the Fastest Go Ever Seen in the City of Philadelphia.
(United Press Service.)

PHILADELPHIA, June 11. -- Jack O'Brien was given the decision over Jack Blackburn at the end of a six round boxing contest held at O'Brien's club rooms here last night, the bout being limited to six rounds by municipal laws on the subject,

O'Brien clearly demonstrated that he had lost none of his old time speed, and he was up against a worthy opponent in Blackburn. The bout was a whirlwind affair from start to finish, with O'Brien holding the edge over his opponent by a narrow margin all the way through.

He got the decision on a knock down blow delivered in the sixth, though Blackburn was far from being out.

1908-06-11 Rockford Daily Republic (Rockford, IL) (page 3)
Former Champion Went Six Rounds With Jack Blackburn at Philadelphia Last Night.
Philadelphia, June 11.--Jack Blackburn gave away fourteen and a half pounds last night in his fight with Jack O'Brien, who was also taller and had a longer reach than the colored man, and with all this handicap, after one of the fastest six-round bouts ever seen in this city, the best that O'Brien got was a draw in the opinion of the spectators.

O'Brien had the best of the first round, and after that he held the negro safe for the next two. In the fourth Blackburn took a brace and he began to jab and feint O'Brien out of his cautiousness and he landed many telling blows on the white fellow. In the fifth round O'Brien was tired out and he had to clinch and stall to save himself from the punishment that the mulatto was raining on him with both hands.

1908-06-11 The Evening Press (Grand Rapids, MI) (page 6)
Philadelphia Jack Had Slight Advantage Over Blackburn.

Philadelphia, June 11.--In a six round bout that was marked by fast and vicious fighting Jack O'Brien bested Jack Blackburn last night.

In the first round O'Brien knocked Blackburn down with a straight left. In the fourth and fifth rounds O'Brien seemed to tire, but came back strong in the sixth and had Blackburn clinching to avoid stomach punches. O'Brien had more steam than Blackburn, but the latter put up a game fight against odds in weight and made a splendid showing.

1908-06-11 The Evening Times (Pawtucket, RI) (page 2)
PHILADELPHIA, June 11.--"Philadelphia Jack" O'Brien, once claimant of the heavyweight championship, outpointed Jack Blackburn in their six-round fight at the National A. C. here last night. O'Brien was too big and strong for his clever opponent. He dropped Blackburn in the first round with a right hook to the chin but after that there were no knockdowns. Blackburn fought a game and clever battle and in the fourth and fifth rounds he held his own with the one-time "champion."

1908-06-11 The Evening World (New York, NY) (page 12)
(Special to The Evening World.)

PHILADELPHIA, June 11.--After six hard and fast rounds between Jack O'Brien and Jack Blackburn, the colored boxer, a draw would have been about the right decision. However, so close was the battle fought by the men, there were many who thought that O'Brien had earned the decision, and an equal number favored Blackburn.

O'Brien started off at a rapid clip. In the first round a straight left sent Blackburn to the floor. After that the colored man fought back gamely. In the third and fourth rounds he hit suspiciously low, but was forgiven, as the blows did no damage.

In the first three rounds O'Brien waded in with rights and lefts, but in the fourth and fifth he tired perceptibly and his blows lacked steam. It was in these rounds that Blackburn got busy and, assuming the aggressive, carried the fight to O'Brien. The sixth was a rapid affair, O'Brien, waking up, sailed into Blackburn, but the negro was right there and put up a game fight. In this round O'Brien's speed only lasted for the first minute, when he was forced on the defensive by Blackburn, who whipped in a number of clean blows, and in the grand mixup at the conclusion showed himself to be stronger than was O'Brien.

A sidelight feature of the bout was the fact that in O'Brien's corner Anthony Drexel Biddle, the society man, who is a devotee of the manly art. Mr. Biddle was in working garb, with sleeves rolled up. Society was well represented at the bout, and Mr. Biddle was declared quite a drawing card.

1908-06-11 The Philadelphia Inquirer (Philadelphia, PA) (page 11)
Latter Has the Better of the First Two Rounds, But Weakens After the Third
Blackburn, Fourteen and One-Half Pounds Lighter, Makes Sensational Finish in Sixth
Jack Blackburn by great work in the fifth and sixth rounds evened up the advantage Jack O'Brien had secured in the earlier rounds of the six-round bout before the National Athletic Club last night, and was entitled to a draw of it when the bell ended the bout for the night. The negro's sensational rally in the last part of the bout was as surprising to O'Brien as it was to the spectators. During the fore part of the bout O'Brien's big advantage in height and weight had enabled him to get to Blackburn often, and with telling effect, but he seemed to let up considerably in the last two rounds, and the negro by coming on the aggressive got to Jack frequently with telling lefts to the face and many a hard wallop to the body. O'Brien also showed signs of wildness, and his overanxiety to get to Blackburn during those last six minutes gave the cool and collective negro just the opportunity he was seeking. He managed to get to O'Brien time after time with his left and right, and Jack was forced on the defensive during the majority of the last six minutes.

Everything favored O'Brien before the bout. At the weighing in O'Brien tipped the scales at 162 pounds, while Blackburn pulled down the scale to 147? pounds. He also towered over the negro in height and his advantage in reach looked to be entirely too long for the negro to get away from. And during the first three rounds of the bout O'Brien used his weight to big advantage. He repeatedly rushed Blackburn off his feet and while the negro went to the floor a few times the knockdowns were the direct results of O'Brien's rushes and not his punches. Jack, however, missed many blows in his eagerness to settle the bout quickly, and as the go progressed Blackburn had little trouble in getting out of the way of many of Jack's intended sleep producers. O'Brien also lost considerably of his speed in the remaining three rounds, while his judgment of distance went wrong repeatedly. This was due in a way to the clever guarding of Blackburn, who managed to block many of Jack's swings and side-step his jabs frequently during the time the tide was starting to turn.

1908-06-11 The Sun (Baltimore, MD) (page 1)
Millionaire Uses Sponge On Jack O'Brien, Who Outboxes Blackburn.
[Special Dispatch to the Baltimore Sun.]

Philadelphia, June 10--With his shirt sleeves rolled up and minus a collar and tie, Anthony J. Drexel-Biddle, a young Philadelphia millionaire and society man, acted as Jack O'Brien's second in the pugilistic six round bout with Jack Blackburn at the National Athletic Club tonight.

The young millionaire between each of the rounds sponged off the dripping back of O'Brien and appeared to be as much at home in the part he was playing as he is at an afternoon tea in Philadelphia's exclusive set. The young millionaire seemed to enjoy the role, and received quite a reception when he clambered over the ropes. In the audience were a number of society people, and Biddle nodded right and left to his friends.

O'Brien knocked Blackburn down in the opening round, and in the final round had the negro hanging on to avoid punishment. The bout was one of the fastest ever seen in this city.

1908-06-11 Trenton Evening Times (Trenton, NJ) (page 11)
PHILADELPHIA, June 11.--Philadelphia Jack O'Brien outpointed Jack Blackburn, the negro middleweight, in a six-round contest at the National Athletic Club last night. The men put up a fast fight, but both lacked the steam behind their blows to be real damage. O'Brien's blows were the cleaner, and for that reason he was entitled to the decision.

Each landed often enough to settle half a dozen battles. Their judgment of distance was superb, for they seldom missed. There was but one knockdown, O'Brien sending the negro to the mat in the first round. There was a long wrangle over a pair of kid gloves that O'Brien intended to wear beneath his fighting mitts. O'Brien finally agreed to take them off.

O'Brien started right in and landed hard with his left. The negro shot out rights and lefts and O'Brien slipped to the floor, but immediately jumped up. Jack danced around for a moment and then sent Blackburn to the floor with a terrific left swing. The negro arose and clinched. O'Brien continued to jab the left for the face and to swing the right to the body. At the bell O'Brien got in an uppercut.

The second round was lightning fast. O'Brien opened with a lot of jabs. They finally came to close quarters and exchanged heavy wallops to both body and head. A hard uppercut near the end of the round made Blackburn wince. O'Brien hurt the negro with body punches.

Philadelphia Jack had the better of the third round, which was also fast. He continually sent in hard blows to the stomach. Blackburn hit low once and apologized. A lot of vicious swings for the head were missed by both.

The fourth began with clinching. Blackburn frequently aimed for the stomach, but landed on the chest. O'Brien scored more uppercuts and Blackburn again fouled him with a low blow. It was an even round.

The negro was the aggressor in the fifth, although O'Brien landed often. Once Blackburn slipped to the floor after an exchange of blows on the head. He was up like a flash and held his own to the end.

The last round was exceedingly fast and both landed nearly every blow sent forth. Blackburn opened by landing three in a row on the head, but Jack came right back on the wind and nose. The exchanges were rapid to the gong, and both were dead tired when they went to their corners.

1908-06-21 The Sunday Oregonian (Portland, OR) (page D7)
Mulatto's Battle With O'Brien Brings Him Before Public.

From time to time the name of Jack Blackburn has attracted the attention of the fight fans. Blackburn's last fight was with Jack O'Brien and the Philadelphia Record has the following review of the fight, which will interest the fight fans, for there is a chance that this same negro will be heard from:

That six-round drawn fight with Jack O'Brien was a virtual victory for Jack Blackburn when the weight and reputation of the two men are taken into consideration. Very few thought the tall, thin mulatto had any chance with the clever O'Brien, and predicted that the men who twice boxed twenty rounds with Tommy Burns would win handily. This crowd felt doubly confident at the end of the first round in which O'Brien put it all over Blackburn, so to speak, but the farther the fight went the better the colored man seemed to grow, while the white boxed plainly showed signs of tiring. The final bell that ended the fight was much more welcome to O'Brien than it was to Blackburn, and all good critics agree that, had the fight gone to a finish that night, Philadelphia Jack would very likely have been defeated. At the beginning of the fight O'Brien seemed at his very best, but as the fight progressed it became evident that he was not as fast as he used to be, and also that he was not keyed up to the point of holding the fast gait set for any great length of time. Then, too, the jolts Blackburn gave O'Brien probably slowed him down some, whereas the punishment received by Blackburn only seemed to make him fight the faster. Should the men ever come together in a longer battle the negro will have backing, notwithstanding the 14 1/2 pounds difference in weight.

To the followers of boxing who have witnessed so many of O'Brien's frame-ups last Wednesday's contest was particularly interesting, for at last they were able to see what Jack could do in a genuine fight. To be sure the conditions were all in O'Brien's favor, for he was heavier and stronger, and more experienced than his opponent, and if he had been the man he has tried to make the public believe he is--good enough to hold the title of champion of the world--he should have proved an easy winner. But what was the result? Starting out with so great a lead in the first round as to make the fight seem all in his favor, O'Brien allowed Blackburn to so far outbox him in the closing rounds as to lead some to think that the negro deserved credit of a victory. For a fact, however, the contest was too even for a decision, particularly since neither man was able to do any particular damage to the other, so cleverly was every attack met by the defense. It was a rare sight, however, to see Jack O'Brien holding to save himself against the attack of an opponent weight 14? pounds less than himself. And this was the same Jack O'Brien who is credited with a victory over Bob Fitzsimmons, the best man of his weight with gloves who ever lived, but now known to be a faker. It was also the same O'Brien who fought Tommy Ryan, of unsavory reputation; Joe Walcott, the negro giant-killer, who is known to be susceptible to money inducements; Joe Berger, John Willie, Jack (Twin) Sullivan and Tommy Burns, who, after going through with one frame-up with Jack, exposed O'Brien's faking ways and practically ruined him. The last fight with Burns, which went 20 rounds, with the decision in favor of Burns, and last Wednesday's bout with Blackburn are two O'Brien's fights that were on the level, and in neither did Jack gain any glory. He is now considering Stanley Ketchell, the husky young Western middle-weight. If O'Brien fights Ketchell it should help his reputation for honesty, no matter what the outcome may be.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

1916-01-01 Johnny Dundee ND6 Joe Azevedo (Philadelphia, PA, USA)

1916-01-02 The Philadelphia Inquirer (Philadelphia, PA) (page 19)
Johnny, However, Could Not Stop Californian Who Made Strong and Game Finish
Joe Malone Bests Eddie Wagon With Raps to Face, and Pal Moore Lost to Frankie Conifrey
Johnny Dundee, of New York, the lad with hands and feet that exceed the speed limit at times, bested Joe Azvedo, of California, at the National's matinee yesterday. After having the Pacific Coast boxer all but out in the third round, Dundee was called upon to repel some very savage and effective attacks later in the bout. Azvedo showed that he cannot be beaten with a couple of punches. He took three to the mouth in the third that sure did make him very wobbly. The third, a right hander, came along just as the bell rang and that probably saved him a lot of inconvenience.

In view of the great recovery he made and the game fighting that he put up, especially in the last two rounds, it can not be reckoned that Dundee missed a knockout by the sound of the bell. The Portuguese exponent of the fistic art was certainly shook up some, but his gameness and ability to better fathom Dundee's lightning-like attack proved that he was far from being all in. When the final bell rang Joe was right there and ready to continue. He was easily holding his own and gave the crowd a great run for its money. Over a longer route the Californian, with his little panties, would undoubtedly give Johnny a lot more trouble than he did in six rounds yesterday.

Dundee's speed apparently baffled Azvedo in the opening rounds. Johnny landed his jumping punch, smashed to the jaw and was in and out to the body before Joe could determine just where his opponent was located. The result was that Azvedo missed many well directed blows and Dundee's cleverness in avoiding swings and rushes kept the fans gasping. When Dundee speeded up his attack in the third and smacked Azvedo so hard on the jaw, besides walloping him on the body at close range, you couldn't have got a 100 to 1 chance on the Californian's chances of anything but taking the count in the next round or before the sixth was completed. But Joe was more careful in the fourth, and in the fifth and sixth shifted his style to better meet Dundee's attack, with the result that he forced the New Yorker to clinch and, besides, handed out some punishment that caused the bout to end in a great and exciting rally. There were loud cheers for both men as they left the ring.

In the semi-windup Pal Moore was bested by Frankie Conifrey, of New York. There was only one round in which Pal had anything on the visitor. That was the fourth. In the other Frankie was there with the punch and soon had Moore's lamps puffed up like balloons.

Another Frankie, this one McGuire by name, hailing from Williamsport, hooked up with Sam Robideau and was bested. It was a slow affair, as Mr. McGuire did not show any particular disposition to start off the New Year by mixing it with the National's champion. In the third round McGuire punched Sam through the ropes, but after that Robideau succeeded in getting to the up-Stater and inflicted some punishment to Frankie's bread basket and headpiece. McGuire received a bump in the slats and he made signs that he did not relish steamy punches to his none too well trained middle section.

Joe Malone, of New York, planted enough straight arm punches and swings to Eddie Wagon's countenance to easily earn him the decision. Joe was entirely too fast for Eddie, who was unable to judge the distance, for his punches almost invariably fell short or wrapped themselves around Joe's neck.

Danny Fields, of New York, did not finish on the long end of the bout with Joe Hirst. Joe did enough execution in the first two rounds to win by a big margin. It looked as if Danny would not elect to continue until the end, but he stuck it out, and as Joe tired he grew stronger and made some kind of a decent finish.

Danny McManus, of Boston, so outclassed Mexican Ray Rivers in the opening bout that Referee McGuigan stopped the bout in the fourth session. It was becoming as gory as a bullfight.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

1898-05-30 Jimmy Barry D-PTS20 Casper Leon (New York, NY, USA)

1898-05-31 New York Evening Journal (New York, NY) (page 6)
Bantams Put Up a Clever Twenty-Round Bout at the Lenox, Which Ended in a Draw---The Westerner Was the More Aggressive.
At the Lenox Athletic Club last night there were three good fights, growing in cleverness from the first to the last. They were all similar in a way, too. In each bout one man was stronger than the other, and in spite of the cleverness of his opponent, managed to even matters up before the limit.

The bout of the night was between "Jimmy" Barry, of Chicago, and Casper Leon for the bantam weight championship. It went twenty interesting rounds, and although Barry was coming fast at the close, any decision other than a draw would have been an injustice.

The preliminary bouts of ten rounds each were both way above the average. The opener, between Benny Leon and Mike Lyons, looked to be first one man's and then the other's. It was a slash, bang go and ended as even as ever a bout did.

The second, between Jimmy Rose, of New York, and Jim Callahan, of Philadelphia, at catch weights, was a corker. Callahan was by far the more clever, and for the first part of it ripped it into Rose's face and body right merrily. But Rose kept coming and trying, in his strong, willing way, and before the limit was reached had not only tired his man somewhat, but had evened things up in the way of damage.


Then came the bout of the night. Scales were brought to the ring and the two men weighed in, both going under 105 pounds. Barry came to the ring first and was greeted with a cheer. His seconds were William McGuire, P. Fitzgerald and Jim Franey, and his timekeeper Joe O'Donnell.

Leon appeared a moment later, accompanied by Charlie White, the Lenox Club's official referee, who manages Leon. James Leon and Angelo Napoli acted as seconds. Leon's timekeeper was "Honest John" Kelly.

As Charlie White could not, of course, referee the bout, John White was chosen for the position.

In passing it may be mentioned that Kelly Smith has declined to fight where Charlie White is referee simply because the latter is employed by O'Rourke, who handles Dixon. This seems a lame excuse even for everyday fighters, and a very bad excuse coming from Solly Smith. The management has decided that Smith may look elsewhere for a bout now that he has objected to White, and this applies to any others who do not care to box with White as referee.

The fight of the night was called at 11 o'clock. The boys agreed to break clean. The betting was two to one on Barry.

There are no prettier men in action than these two lads, Barry and Leon. Barry is a miniature of Lavigne, solid and strong through his chest. He is always coming to his man. His face is that of a sphinx. He works persistently into distance, feinting the while in a short, snappy way to draw a lead.

Leon, as graceful as a fawn, and moving shiftily about, breaks to the right, left or rear often, and then works with those tangling feints for the opening. He is wary, crafty and quick as a flash to avoid danger.

Barry began proceedings by missing a left lead, Leon going away from it like a shadow. A little later Leon sent a light left to Barry's face, and suddenly Barry was in action. The right crossed like a shot and the left swung in at the mark. There was a fighting clinch in which Leon demonstrated that he knew and had respect for Barry at close quarters.


As the rounds progressed, Barry seemed to grow impatient at his inability to land and attempted to mix it at every opportunity. It was then, in these fierce rushes of his, that Leon showed his study of the man. He blocked lead after lead, and when it seemed that Barry had him, he rushed to a safe clinch like lightning. They would break, and Leon, after shifting here and there, as Barry followed, would send his left to the head. It was the one for a rush and Barry's two gloves would whip over and around quicker than the inexperienced eye could follow them. But as fast as he was Leon was seldom in a position to be hurt. Those two sharp beady ones of his and his curious smile seemed to make Barry the more determined. He would follow his man to the ropes and then hook the left in savagely. It seldom landed fair, and as the right made its trial Leon would be inside.

In the fifth Barry started with a left. It missed, and, as if the two hands moved in sympathy, the right came over instantly. Leon blocked both, broke to the left, feinted and sent his left to Barry's head with a jolt. Barry crossed like lightning, but Casper ducked and was out of danger.

In the next Leon sent his right solidly to the body the minute he reached the distance. Barry swung left and right savagely, but again Leon blocked. The crowd yelled: "Go on, Leon!" Barry rushed and Leon's right just missed the spot as he whipped it in as Barry came. It stopped the rush, but Barry was in again instantly and no prettier ducking and blocking was ever seen.


But Barry's face was as immovable as stone, with his two sparkling, starry eyes, following his man about. Again he tried--a right straight for the jaw. Leon got away, but Barry stuck to him and finally sent a left hook to the nose that left a mark. The bell stopped his progress for a minute, but he began the next round with his old time rush: left, right, left hook. They clinched, swung loose. As Barry worked in he landed a solid left hook on the neck. Again he tried, but Leon stopped the rush with a left, and the round ended with no advantage to either boy.

The odds of Barry seemed to be false at this point. Round after round followed with his same persistent effort to get in where he could do some good, but Leon blocked and ducked, with now and then a little jab which made Barry come the faster. It went to the sixteenth before it was understood why Barry is the favorite. It is true he had been trying for fifteen rounds, but he had yet to land solidly.

Leon led his left, and for the first time Barry right-crossed fair. Leon's head wagged and Barry was on him instantly. The left hooks, the right swings, bing, bang, biff, smash, but the foxy Leon was inside or had blocked or ducked every one. The crowd shouted at the fine exhibition of defensive work.

Barry never seemed to hear or see or feel. His pace gave no sign of success or failure. He tried again the same series of swings and jolts. Again Leon blocked, ducked and tried to get close, but Barry's right met him straight and he went to his corner a second later worrying.


They were back again, going even when the eighteenth came, but the strength of Barry began to tell, and Leon was clinching more often and led less.

They went on through the next at the same fast pace and to the end.

Leon will never show to a better advantage than he did last night with Barry, and the champion will never meet a more clever man.

Barry led a hundred times, and was blocked in this most savage efforts again and again.

Leon has not the strength. He is clever--wonderfully so. He anticipates his man at every turn and effort. At times he made Barry look next to ridiculous, but never at any time did he have more than an even chance for the decision.

Barry would have won with one straight right, and no more praise can be given a man than to say in twenty rounds the champion bantam of the world could not land that one blow.

The decision, a draw, was fair to both, and pleased the crowd. It was a clever fight. A case of one man who is able to do the trick could he land and the other able to land at times, but without the strength to make it decisive.