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Saturday, June 23, 2018

1904-06-23 Abe Attell W-PTS15 Johnny Reagan (West End Athletic Club, St. Louis, MO, USA)

1904-06-24 St. Louis Post-Dispatch (St. Louis, MO) (page 15)
Tommy Brammel, Johnny Regan and Police Put on Extemporaneous Battle Royal.
The 122-Pound Champion Gets Doubtful Decision at Close of Fifteen Dull Rounds.

The fight was one of the poorest that I ever refereed. I told both boys repeatedly after the first few rounds that they had better fight and quit stalling, but both were apparently afraid that the other would score a point. Regan made a great finish and I think would have been entitled to a draw if he fought under the rules in the other rounds.

He continually held and hit in spite of my warnings and refused to break when I ordered them out of clinches. I told him all through the fight that he could expect nothing if he did not fight fairly and he has no reason to be surprised at the result.
Two preliminaries, a main event and a battle royal, was the boxing card for Thursday evening's entertainment at the West End Club. The last event named was by far the most interesting of the four.

It was entirely extemporaneous, which only added to the excitement. The principals in the last number of the program were Johnny Regan, who lost the main event to Abe Attell on a decision at the close of the fifteenth round; Tommy Brammel, second to Abe Attell; Referee Sharpe, innocent peacemaker, and Lieut. McKenna of the police.

After Sharpe's decision giving Attell a victory there was joy in the Attell corner. Tommy Brammel was so exuberant that he decided to pay his compliments to the vanquished. Regan was sitting in his corner with his handlers taking off his gloves when Brammel took a good position a few feet in front of him and gave a fair imitation of a primitive man's dance of triumph. Feeling as he did that the decision was unjust this demonstration failed to have a soothing effect and Regan jumped out of his chair and smashed the reveler on the jaw.

Regan rushed him across the ring to Attell's corner, where the two mixed it until Referee Sharpe pulled them apart and penned Brammell in the corner while friends dragged Regan back towards his chair. The excitement would probably have died then but for the entrance of "Clarence, the Cop," in the shape of Lieut. McKenna. McKenna swept the ring with the eye of a general and saw a blue-shirted "ruffian" pinning a weak and helpless man in a corner. He leaped to the rescue and planted a neat right swing behind the "ruffian's" ear. The punch knocked Sharpe away from his hold on the ropes and gave Brammel exactly the opportunity he had been seeking to continue his argument with Regan. It took about fifteen policemen to clear the ring and quiet the angry men.

In spite of the punch he received, Referee Sharpe was the only cool man in the ring. He finally persuaded the police not to throw out of the window the newspaper men who were trying to get his opinion of the fight and to leave enough of the ring to hold another battle.

As to the blame for the beginning of the row, Regan has been censured for losing his temper to the extent that he did, but the real cause lies in the undue prominence which handlers have attained at the West End club of late.

Most of them work in a corner as an excuse to see the fight for nothing and their habit of promulgating insults across the ring and offering to bet anything from a china egg to a million dollars is growing excessively fatiguing to spectators and referee. Brammel had absolutely no business in Regan's corner for any purpose unless to shake hands and that would have been somewhat presumptuous, considering the relative positions.

The main event, the 15-round bout between Abe Attell and Johnny Regan was the slowest and poorest exhibition in many respects that the West End Club has put on in many a day. Attell was given the decision on Regan's ring tactics more than his own merit. He fought a poor battle.

He continually held and hit in spite of my warnings and refused to break when I ordered them out of clinches. I told him all through the fight that he could expect nothing if he did not fight fairly and he has no reason to be surprised at the result.

As an exhibition of how not to be fought the bout last night will stand as a classic in the annals of the West End club. For the first eight rounds Regan was constantly edging into Attell and the latter was making playful passes with his left. The crowd hissed Attell when he came into the ring and they hissed intermittently throughout the fight. What Regan aimed to accomplish by coming in was not exactly clear, for he promptly clinched as soon as he got near to his man. Attell's footwork and Regan's perfect blocking and the persistency with which both fought a defensive resulted in there being not one effective blow landed up to the tenth round.

After that Attell began to get to Regan's face a little and taking counters in the body; but his blows lacked steam and he fought without any of the aggressiveness that characterized his bout with McClelland.

Regan's body blows were about the hardest punches of the fight, excepting a few swings to the jaw which Attel landed at the opening of the thirteenth round. Regan closed that round by crowding Attel against the ropes and pounding him on the wind.

In the fourteenth and fifteenth Regan was after his man like a tiger. He bore no resemblance to the man who fought in the earlier stages. Attell felt that leading in the other rounds, and Regan's repeated violation of Sharpe's instructions had given him an edge and he tried to get away.

But Regan would not be denied. He chased the fleet Attell around the ring, and several times as they came together a sharp succession of stomach punches brought an expression of pain to Attell's face. His face was more damaged than it was at the close of the McClelland fight, and the crowd was up in the chairs roaring for Reagan. A draw would have been more popular, and, as Regan did more actual fighting in the last two rounds than both combined in the other thirteen, a draw decision would not have been unjust.

In the first preliminary Kid Quinn was disqualified in the second round for holding and hitting. Nic Santora knocked out Kid Howe in the third round of the second preliminary. This was by far the best bout of the evening.

Mal Doyle, Regan's former manager, attached Regan's share of the money after the fight to satisfy a claim of over $100, which, he says, Regan owes him.

1904-06-24 The St. Louis Republic (St. Louis, MO) (page 5)
San Francisco Fighter Gets Decision at Close of Fifteenth Round.
Brooklyn Boy Displays Clever Blocking, but Insists on Holding--Trouble in Ring After Bout.
Abe Attell of San Francisco defended his title of the light feather-weight champion of the world last night when he defeated Johnny Regan of Brooklyn in their fight before the West End Club. Referee Harry Sharpe gave the decision to Attell at the end of the fifteenth round.

Attell was clearly the better fighter throughout and only in two or three rounds did Regan have any show. He put up a very game fight, however.

Regan displayed clever infighting, and his blocking was one of the features of the bout.

Attell, on the other hand, did most of the landing, the majority of his blows striking Johnny on the body, as the Brooklyn lad guarded his face so closely that he did not even have a scar on his head or face at the end of the fight.

In the last three rounds Regan made a fast showing. In these periods he fought for a knockout, but Attell's blocking stopped all of his fast jabs.

Referee Sharpe gave the decision to Attell from the fact that he repeatedly warned Johnny not to hold on and to fight faster. These things Regan failed to do and had he complied with Sharpe's requests might have stood a better chance of getting a draw.

Regan has a way of holding his opponent's arm with his wrist bent up. He used this manner of holding Abe many times, and although warned by Sharpe, he insisted on using this means of gaining rest.


The boys started off at a slow gate, and not until the bout had progressed to about six rounds did the contests do any real fighting at all. About this stage, Regan tried his infighting, and although he worried Abe on several occasions, the latter always came out best at the end of the round.

In the seventh round Regan fell to the floor partly from a blow by Attell and partly from slipping. While on the floor Abe stumbled over Regan's leg and both went sprawling on the canvas. They were up in a second and resumed fighting.

In the twelfth round Regan had Attell at his mercy for a few seconds from numerous jabs to the stomach. Attell tried to reach Regan, but the former made things hard for the Frisco lad with his blocking and ducking.

The thirteenth round was about even, with Attell having the best of the first part. He landed several swings to John's jaw, but near the end of the round Regan was right back at him, and his fast showing at this time brought the spectators to their feet.

Both tried hard for an ending in the fourteenth, with honors about even. The fifteenth round was fast and furious, the hardest blows being landed in this period.


After the fight, Tommy Brandle, who was one of Attell's seconds, was so pleased with the result of the fight that he threw himself on the canvas in front of Regan. The latter landed several swings on Brandle's jaw. In a moment the ring was full of police and spectators.

Referee Sharpe ran after Brandle and held him against the ropes. Joe Lydon was right behind Sharpe and tried to land on Brandle. Lieutenant McKenna swung at Sharpe and landed on his face.

The police soon subdued the men, and Brandle was thrown out of the ring.

Lieutenant McKenna did not hit Sharpe intentionally, thinking that he was one of the fighters instead of a peacemaker.

Regan said after the fight that he had expected at least a draw from his showing in the last few rounds, but the decision had been given, and there was no need of complaining.

Attell was pleased with the verdict, but said that had Regan fought faster instead of continually holding on, he might have been able to score a knockout.

Abe was seconded by Jack Root, George Munroe and Tommy Brandle, while Jack McKenna, Joe Lydon and Billy McGivney looked after Regan.

Jimmy Britt was introduced from the ring and stated that although many were not pleased with the result of his fight with Young Corbett, he intended to give the latter another chance to regain his title within a short time. "If I do not win I will have no kick coming," said Britt. Andy Daly of Boston challenged the winner.

In the first preliminary, Young Quinn was disqualified by Referee Sharpe in the second round for holding on to Kid Burke.

In the semi-wind-up, Nic Santora knocked out Frankie Howe in the third round. It was announced that barring accidents, Frankie Neil and Gus Bezenah would meet at the West End Club next Thursday at 120 pounds, ringside.
Attachment Against Regan.

An attachment suit was filed in Justice O'Hallaron's court yesterday by Mal Doyle against John Regan for the sum of $86.50. Doyle was former manager of Regan, the fighter, and claims that the amount was loaned to Regan for board, clothes, etc.

Friday, June 22, 2018

1894-06-22 Joe Walcott W-KO6 Mike Harris (Casino Athletic Club, Boston, MA, USA)

1894-06-23 Boston Morning Journal (Boston, MA) (page 3)
The Contest Takes Place at the Casino--Six Rounds Are All That Harris Could Stand Under.

Joe Walcott knocked out Mike Harris in six rounds at the Casino last evening. The meeting of these two men has been looked forward to with great interest by the sporting fraternity in and around Boston for several weeks past. Now that Walcott has proved himself the better man, the claims of Harris, who once got a decision against Walcott in a sparring exhibition, and has plumed himself upon it ever since, will have no weight.

A crowd of 1500 men witnessed the contest last night. There is little ventilation in the cheese-box--shaped Casino Building, and it was such a hot place last night that nearly every spectator removed his coat, plied palm leaf fans vigorously and imbibed ice cold nerve food and ginger ale at intervals in order to keep comfortable. As it was every one sweltered.

The show began at 9.30 o'clock. Walcott was the first to appear in the ring, and he was applauded. The coal-black face of the invincible Bostonian was wreathed in smiles which exhibited his even rows of gleaming white teeth and the whites of his eyes to the spectators. O'Rourke, his backer, and two other white men, looked after Joe's welfare.

Several minutes later Mike Harris of New York, his white opponent, entered the arena with his backer, Charles Hoyt, and others. He was looked after by Howie Hodgkins and two other friends. Harris is a head taller than Walcott and appeared to be in first-class condition. He is a strong looking man with a good back, shoulders, chest and legs. The crowd seemed to think he would give Walcott a game fight and extended to him a cordial greeting.

The referee was "Jack" Kelleher, who filled the post very satisfactorily. He announced that the contest was for 10 rounds.

Then the bout began. In the first round Harris aimed several blows at Walcott's ribs, supposed to be his most tender spot. But Walcott met the white man every time with blinding smashes in the face. It was give and take for a while, Walcott getting in the greater number of blows. It looked as though Harris was going to be knocked out in the first round. He was sent to his knees and stayed there until the referee counted off eight seconds. Then he got up and stayed out the round, although a bit groggy.

In the second round Harris led several times, but Walcott had all the fun. He knocked Harris against the ropes frequently and sent him to his knees once more, when the counting began again. Harris got up in time to save himself and Walcott rained more blows upon him.

The black man came up serenely in the third round and landed several terrific thumps on Harris's face and body. Harris got in one or two on Walcott's ribs, but they seemed to have no effect. Then he began to run away from Walcott, but was knocked down again on his knees and narrowly escaped being counted out.

Harris did some good ducking in the fourth round, cleverly escaping several of Walcott's left hand swings. He was sent to his knees once more, but was not counted out. When he got on his feet again Walcott punched him all over the ring.

Both men were sweating from the force of their exertions in the next round, and their bare backs glistened in the glare of the electric lights. Harris was knocked against the ropes, and Walcott gave him some wicked upper cuts. He also chased him all over the ring again. Harris was down on his knees when the gong rang.

As they came up for the sixth round Harris appeared weak, while Walcott was very strong. Harris was nearly pushed through the ropes, and Walcott began whacking him again in earnest. Several of his swings missed their mark, however. Harris continued his running away tactics to avoid punishment. Finally Walcott caught him with a stiff straight-arm blow in the face, which knocked Harris out completely. This ended the contest, Walcott being declared the winner.

Before the Walcott-Harris bout there was a six-round contest between Al Allen of New York and Hugh Dally of Australia, which was declared a draw. It was an uninteresting bout.

1894-06-23 The Boston Daily Globe (Boston, MA) (page 3)
Whips Harris at Casino in Six Rounds.
New York Man Gives Way to Colored Man's Rushes.
No Doubt About Decision After Few Minutes.
Complete Reversal of the Bout in New York.
About 1500 Attend and Cheer On Their Favorites.
Ever since Mike Harris got a decision over Joe Walcott in a limited round bout in New York city last year, the colored boxer has been anxious to again meet his conqueror.

The opportunity was given him last night and he proved to his friends that he was Harris' master. Harris made many friends and admirers when he boxed little Jack Green in this city last fall, and they expected him to make a good showing against Wolcott. The sporting people who had seen both men perform, however, were sanguine that the Boston man would be the winner.

The bout originally was to be eight rounds, but Harris thought so well of his chances that he had it increased to 10. He saw the Walcott-Tracy contest, and in some ways tried to imitate the latter, but he was not quick enough. He appeared nervous at the start, and it was plainly evident that he was not very confident.

Walcott, on the other hand, was full of confidence, and he forced the bout from the start, and there was little doubt of the outcome after the first round.

Both men had trained faithfully for a month, and were in fine condition. They both weighed in under the limit, 140 pounds. About 1500 people were present at the casino when the first bout began at 8.45.

Boyle O'Reilly, who was to meet Al Allen of New York, refused to go on, as Allen was too much overweight. Harry Dally, the bantam from Australia, took his place. Despite the fact that Allen was several pounds heavier and had the advantage of three weeks' training, Dally stood him off for six rounds, and it was declared a draw.

There was some delay in securing a referee, as Johnny Eckhardt could not come over from New York to act. There was only one man available that both parties were agreeable to have act, John Kelleher, and, under the circumstances in order to have the bout take place, he agreed to officiate.
It was 9.40 when Walcott jumped through the ropes of the ring in which he has won many contests, that used by the Dixon company on the road. It is different from other rings, being of an octagon shape and about 18 feet in circumference.

Walcott had as seconds Tom O'Rourke, Maurice Kelly and Jack Havlin. Two minutes later Harris made his appearance, accompanied by Charley White, Howie Hodgekins and Jack Levi. The timekeepers were then selected, Dan Murphy acting for the club, Mike Bradley for Walcott and J. Potter for Harris. The gloves weighed eight ounces and were quickly adjusted, after which the men shook hands.

A minute later the bell rang and they went to the center. Harris had the advantage in height and reach. They lost no time in getting together, and Harris landed his right on the ear for a starter and they clinched. Walcott then landed his left on the face and uppercut with his right in the wind. Harris missed a left lead and went over on his face.

They clinched again, and after breaking away Walcott jabbed Harris twice with his left on the face and sent his right on the ribs. Walcott forced the boxing and Harris slipped to the floor several times to avoid his rushes. Just before time was called Walcott landed a hard right on the ribs and Harris dropped to the floor.
In the second round Harris landed twice on the face and ribs with his right. In a clinch Harris slipped to the floor. Harris then rushed and they clinched again, after which both landed right cross counters on the jaw.

Walcott then sent his left on the face, and right on the jaw, Harris countering on the neck with his right. Walcott landed several left jabs on the face without a return and then Harris surprised everyone by landing three right handers on the neck and jaw. Walcott rushed and landing a hard left jab on the face forced Harris to the floor. He took his full time resting on one knee. Walcott then landed his right on the ear, and they clinched on the ropes. As time was called Walcott landed several left jabs and upper cuts on the face and wind.
Third round--Harris landed his right on the wind and Walcott rushed, landing three left jabs on the face and wind and they clinched. Harris then landed his right on the ribs hard and countered with it on the face a second later. Another clinch followed and Harris landed his right on the wind.

Walcott then landed his right on the ribs twice, forcing Harris to the floor. He stayed there nine seconds and on getting up clinched. After breaking away Walcott landed two hard left jabs on the wind and a left uppercut on the face.
Fourth Round--Harris landed his left on the face and a clinch followed. Walcott then landed with both hands on the face and jaw, Harris countering on the jaw with his right. Walcott jabbed with his left, and Harris swung his right on the ribs and they clinched.

Walcott then landed swings on the face and jaw with both hands, forcing Harris to the floor. After getting up they got together in a hot mix-up in the center of the ring, both doing some good boxing at short range with honors even. Walcott forced the boxing then, and landed with both hands without a return.
Fifth Round--Harris jabbed with his left in the face, Walcott countering on the ribs with his right. Walcott then forced Harris to the ropes, landing some left jabs on the wind and face, and Harris dropped to the floor to escape his rushes. Walcott had it all his own way during the rest of the round, forcing Harris around the ring, landing with both hands without being countered in return until time was called.
It was a foregone conclusion that Walcott would soon win and the sixth round was the last. Walcott landed a succession of rights on the face and jaw without a return and Harris slipped to the floor. He remained on one knee nine seconds and getting up clinched.

After breaking away Walcott cornered him, and landing with both hands forced Harris to the floor. He took his full time on the floor and clinched when he got up. After breaking away Walcott landed right and left swings on the face and jaw forcing Harris to the floor. He did not get up in 10 seconds, and Walcott was given the decision.

1894-06-23 The Boston Herald (Boston, MA) (page 2)
After Several Knockdowns Harris Was Knocked Out.
The Sympathy of the Crowd at the Casino Was with the White Man, but Sympathy Didn't Count.

Joe Walcott won against Mike Harris of New York last night at the Casino in the sixth round. It was as conclusive as the falling of a house, and now the sports who saw the fight are wondering how Harris ever got the decision against the colored pugilist, which is chronicled in the rolls of scrapping history.

It was a hot fight, on a hot night, in the hottest hall in Boston. Every mother's son who was present--and there was a lot of them-stripped to the shirt sleeve stage, took his hat off, and panted for a breath of air.

The crowd had to wait some, as Riley, one of the artists in the curtain raiser, backed out at the last moment, and some little time was taken up finding Australian Harry Dally, a genial punching bag, the expansiveness of whose smile was in an inverse ratio to his skill as a fighter. He was never in it as a boxer, but managed to stay six rounds in the ring with Al Allen of New York, earning a drawn decision.

When the two stars appeared, each with a portentous array of seconds, the crowd was enthusiastic, if somewhat roasted. Walcott had a following in the crowd, which gave him a "hand," but Harris, stranger as he was, had a much larger faction to cheer him on. In the opening rounds, before he lost his grip, his every lead was greeted with a cheer, while Walcott's blows, though 10 times as numerous and twice as heavy, met with scarcely a notice. Toward the last, Harris hardly got in a return, and then was never effective. The sports then, with true sporting loyalty, gave the colored brother the long delayed expressions of approval.

The fight was an ideal one as an exhibition in a tenderly attuned moral community. There was not a drop of blood, no marks or discolorations, each man boxing fairly and with conspicuous regard for the rules of the ring.

There was some delay in finding a referee, two men failing to show up as agreed. Mr. J. H. Kelerher of the B. A. A. finally agreed to act, and made an excellent officials.

It was 9:45 o'clock when Walcott took his seat in the ring. Tom O'Rourke, Jack Havlin and Morris Kelley looked out for the colored man's interests. Harris was esquired by the irrepressible Charlie White of New York and "Hotbox" Howie Hodgkins of this city. Mike Harris kept time for Walcott, J. Potter performed a similar service for Harris, and Dan Murphy kept tabs on the clock for the club.

Harris was the first to lead. A clinch followed, with some infighting. Walcott appeared to be a trifle too anxious and was wild with his swings. After considerable sparring Walcott finally landed good and hard on the New Yorker's jaw and Harris went to the floor, taking the full time limit. Walcott later on planted his right near Harris' heart and the blow made Harris a bit shaky.

In the second round Walcott forced the fighting and Harris went down. Walcott's next play was to score on Harris' jaw with a stiff left round arm blow, and a second later was in again on Harris' left ear. Harris took his medicine gamely, and sent his right over on Walcott's jaw. Walcott resumed his rushing tactics and Harris went down. The round ended with Harris on the ropes, Walcott scoring a stiff uppercut. Harris seemed to lack generalship.

In the third round both men worked for the body, Walcott scoring three times to Harris' one. Harris planted his left squarely on Walcott's jaw, but the colored man only grinned. Harris used his right to good advantage, and got in a full arm swing on Walcott's wind. This roused the colored man's ire and once more he resorted to rushing, and Harris went to the floor. Walcott scored with his right on the body and left full in the face. The round was in Walcott's favor and it was only a question of time when he would win.

Walcott started out in the fourth round to finish his man, but Harris got in a left that staggered Walcott. It was only for an instant, however, as Walcott came back like a race horse, using his left and right on Harris' jaw with telling effect. Harris could not withstand the onslaught and went down. A hot rally at close quarters followed, Harris doing his share of the work. Walcott then went in and rained blow after blow on Harris' face and body, and had the New Yorker going at the end of the round.

Walcott followed up his advantage in the fifth round, and followed Harris all over the ring. After scoring a body blow and one in the face, Walcott got in a neat uppercut, and Harris was again on the boards. Once more Walcott tried hard for a knockout. He caught Harris full on the jaw with his left. Harris went down and the bell saved him.

The end came in the sixth. Walcott outfought Harris at every point, and soon had the New Yorker dazed. Walcott's stiff body punches had the desired effect, and finally Walcott sent in both hands for Harris' jaw, and Harris dropped to the floor like a log. Harris struggled gamely to his knees, but could not get on his feet, and fell forward on the floor at the end of the 10 seconds.

1894-06-23 The Boston Post (Boston, MA) (page 3)
Colored Boy Wins Quickly Over Mike Harris.
A Contest Free From Brutality, but All in Walcott's Favor From the Beginning---Joe Put Mike Down Many Times.
Joe Walcott defeated Mike Harris of New York in six rounds at the Casino last evening in a battle for welterweight honors.

The result was expected, for Walcott's victory over clever, nimble and agile Tom Tracey stamped him as a wonderful boxer.

The contest was to be of six rounds duration and the stipulated weight was 140 pounds. Both weighed under that and there was only a half pound difference in weight in Harris's favor, Joe tipping the scales at 138 pounds.

From the beginning to the end Walcott had things his own way, and after the first round it was a question of how long it would take Walcott to dispose of his man.

The bout was fast from the very start and neither man did any lagging. There were a good many strong blows struck.

It was a clean exhibition, entirely free from brutality and without any spilling of blood. In fact it was as clean a bout as was ever seen in this city. There was no police interference.

Harris had an advantage in height, but hardly any in reach. He adopted a peculiar way in position, with left leg away out and right leg far back, with body resting on hind leg. This position was probably used to steady himself against Walcott's onslaughts.

Joe was strong as an ox. He tried to win as quickly as he could, having no fear of the result.

He played a great deal on Harris's body, and that is how he won. The New York boy's abdominal region was visited about forty times with furious and powerful punches, delivered from Walcott's left hand. Joe usually swings a great deal with both hands for the jaw, trying to vanquish his man with one well-directed blow.

Last night he didn't box that way. He didn't try for the jaw at all. All of his attention was directed towards Harris's stomach.


The end came in the middle of the sixth round. Harris tried to respond to Walcott's fierce scrimmages, but gave it up as a bad job after the first couple of rounds, when he got all the worst of the mix-ups.

The decision was not gained through any horrible knock-out blow. The end came soon after a terrible punch with the left in Harris's stomach. There were no disgusting details, and no staggering or reeling around the ring.

The gentleman selected to referee could not appear. Much stress was brought to bear on John A. Keliher of the B. A. A., and he finally, though rather reluctantly, consented to officiate.

In every round Walcott showed what a powerful man he is. He forced the pace. In every round Mike went down a couple of times. Three or four times he dropped to the floor on slight opportunities and gained time.

He never had a chance to win, and for one supposed to be a good boxer, used poor tactics. Walcott had a habit of rushing his man with his head down. He never tried to upper cut his man at all.

Harris had good seconds, who did their best to have him win. In his corner were Charley White, Howie Hodgkins and Z. Levy. Over in the opposite corner behind Walcott were Tom O'Rourke, Jack Havlin and Morris Kelley.

Dan Murphy, for the club, Mike Bradley for Walcott, and J. Potter for Harris, were the timers.

In the preliminary, Harry Dally and Al Allen of New York were the principals. Dally was very comical, grinning in a ludicrous and mirth-provoking way when he succeeded in avoiding any of Allen's leads. Allen did all the work. The spectators sympathized with Dally, who, however, was not in condition to go to Allen and mix it up. The referee declared the contest a draw.

Thursday, June 21, 2018

1920-06-21 Kid Norfolk W-PTS15 Jeff Clark (Fairmont Arena, Columbus, OH, USA)

1920-06-22 Columbus Evening Dispatch (Columbus, OH) (page 24)
Clark and Panama Lad Produce Whirlwind Contest at Fairmont Club's New Boxing Arena.
Kid Norfolk, from Panama and several other points of the western hemisphere, defeated Jeff Clark of Akron, Missouri and other points, in the opening show of the Fairmount club in their new arena before a good crowd of around 2000 fans. The mill went the 15-round route and Referee Walter Hughes raised the hand of Norfolk at the end of the session.

Something happened in the tenth round that sort of marred the contest, for in that frame spectators claimed the boy from down Panama way cuffed Clark below the belt and during the final five rounds the Missouri Ghost appeared to be in considerable pain. However, much credit must be given Jimmy Bronson's battler as he remained by his task gamely and despite his injury, which after the contest was quite apparent, gave Norfolk the best that was in him.


The battle was one of the fastest between big fellow Columbus fans have ever seen. Had not Clark been injured the bout would have gone to the finish under a full head of steam. But even as it was the fans were very well pleased with the controversy and appeared to appreciate the efforts of the well-matched pair.

In the first preliminary of four rounds between a pair of 146-pound colored lads, Young Smothers won the decision over Kid Russell. In the semi-final, Jakie Melman looked weak against Johnny Martin, who was given the decision.

The Fairmont club is to be congratulated on its first show in its new arena. All arrangements were splendid and despite a most threatening night a crowd that was very pleasing, under the circumstances, turned out.

1897-06-21 George Dixon ND6 Walter Edgerton (Arena, Philadelphia, PA, USA)

1897-06-22 The Cincinnati Enquirer (Cincinnati, OH) (page 8)
Have a Hot Go at Philadelphia.


Philadelphia, June 21.--George Dixon and Walter Edgerton, better known as the "Kentucky Rosebud," boxed six rounds at the Arena to-night with honors fairly even. It was the first meeting between these two boxers since March 22, 1894, when "The Bud" knocked Dixon out in the second round of a contest held for the benefit of the bread fund at Industrial Hall. That was Dixon's first and only knockout, and repeated but unavailing efforts were made to bring the two men together again until this evening. Dixon forced the contest, but found "The Bud" a very hard man to get at. Again and again he seemed to have the little black fellow cornered, but he always got out.

Dixon used a straight left for the face with good effect, and also got in some good body blows with his right when at close quarters, for which he was unjustly hissed by the spectators.

Edgerton countered Dixon in the face several times with his left, and also led frequently with right-hand swing, the latter usually taking effect on the back of Dixon's neck or on his shoulder. In the last round, however. "The Bud" caught Dixon coming toward him and swung his right inside the champion's guard, missing the vital joint of his jaw by only the fraction of an inch.

1897-06-22 The Philadelphia Inquirer (Philadelphia, PA) (page 4)
Puts Up a First-Class Go With George Dixon at the Arena.

The Arena, at Broad and Cherry streets, was well crowded last night by a lot of enthusiasts who were eager to witness the six-round boxing contest between George Dixon, the little international feather-weight champion, and the "Kentucky Rosebud," of local note, who is credited with having knocked out Dixon at Industrial Hall in this city, several years ago. It was a case of "yellow jack" against "chocolate," and the sweets mixed to the spectators' satisfaction.

The boys devoted the first round to drawing each other out. The "Bud" cleverly ducked most of Dixon's leads, but made no attempt to counter. In the second the "Bud" landed the left twice on Dixon's neck, but they devoted most of the three minutes to harmless sparring and clinching. Dixon ran into the "Bud's" elbow several times during the third round, and found the latter a difficult mark to hit. They exchanged lefts on the neck and clinched and Dixon followed it with a left on the eye just as the round ended.

Dixon started to rush in the fourth and sent the left twice to the "Bud's" face and swung the same member on his stomach, bringing out a grunt. Then the "Bud" landed a right swing on Dixon's head, staggering George. The latter sent in a good straight left on the face, but both were shy. With round five the spectators wanted more action for their money, and Dixon pleased them by sending the "Bud's" head back twice, but he received a hard right on the ear for his pains. Several times Dixon hit in a clinch, for which he was hissed. He punched the "Bud" a hard left just as the gong sounded.

Dixon planted his left on the jaw at the opening of the sixth, but the "Bud's" evasive tactics were too much for him and the boxing was tame. After a good exchange of rights they resumed their circus act and the contest ended without applause.

1897-06-22 The Times (Philadelphia, PA) (page 4)
Dixon and the Rosebud Put Up Six Fairly Good Rounds.

George Dixon, the champion feather-weight pugilist of the world, did not annihilate Walter Egerton, better known as the Kentucky Rosebud, at the Arena last night. The champion did not even best the local man, who showed all his old-time cunning in getting away from the rushes of Little Chocolate. The bout was rather tame, judged from a Philadelphia standpoint, and the blows given and received during the six rounds could be easily counted. Dixon tried his best to land effectively on the Bud, but the latter was particularly slippery and got out of some very tight places. The bout was as fair a draw as could be boxed.

Dixon was the first to appear and skipped through the ropes in lively fashion. The Bud came on a few minutes later. Both looked to be in fairly good condition.

There was quite a lot of fiddling after the bell rang for the first round, when both led lefts, which were parried after the come away. Dixon rushed in, planting left on body and right on the Bud's ear. This he repeated a few seconds later. Dixon then essayed a stiff left for the Bud's head, but went clean wild and the local man skipped away out of harm. Both came together and landed hard lefts. The Bud ripped over his left manly and it landed square on Dixon's neck, resulting in a clinch, in which the champion worked his right on the ribs. The crowd hissed this.

Dixon started the second round by landing a light left on Bud's chest. After some sparring the Bud landed a light left on Dixon's chest. Several exchanges then followed. Bud finally landed a good stiff left on the champion's mouth. In the close which followed the Bud slipped and went on his knees. Both were wary of each other and neither took any liberties.

Very little work was done in the next two rounds. The third round was taken up by sparring at long range. Dixon landed a hard left chop blow on the Bud's neck, and the latter neatly parried a left for his head as the bell rang.

The next round was uneventful, but for a few sharp rallies in the first minutes. Both landed straight lefts. The Bud's was the hardest. He then landed a left swing on the back of Dixon's neck. Dixon retaliated with left and right on body; bell tap.

Dixon started the fifth with a straight left on the Philadelphian's chest, the latter countering hard on chest. The Bud feinted with left and tried to bring right over, but was parried. Dixon then landed two light lefts on body. In the clinch which followed Dixon worked on the local man's ribs with him right. They were standing off as the bell rang.

After the bell rang for the last round, Dixon started across the stage with a rush. The Bud stepped back, catching Dixon's straight left but lightly on the jaw. This was repeated in the next rush. The champion came again, but the Rosebud jumped clear across the stage to get away from a left swing. The Bud came back, and landed a right swing on the champion's neck. Dixon then tried to get to the local man's stomach, but was stopped neatly. Just as the bell rang the Rosebud came within an ace of landing a right swing on the point of the jaw.

The first preliminary was between Adam Ryan and Young Mahony. This was a red hot go from start to finish, and Mahony had the best of it.

Pat Maguire's stay with Charlie Wood was short and sweet. A half a round was enough for his Patlet's. When Elwood McCloskey and John Henry Johnson were brought on for five rounds the going was fast and furious, but in the last round Johnson tired perceptibly. On the whole honors were generally even.

The semi-windup was between Frank Farley and Tom Cleary. A good, clever bout, in which Farley showed up slightly better than his opponent.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

1912-06-19 Gunboat Smith ND10 Sailor White (Royale Athletic Club, Brooklyn, NY, USA)

1912-06-20 New-York Tribune (New York, NY) (page 11)
Californian Wins in One-Sided Bout at Royale Club.

"Gunboat" Smith, the California light heavyweight, badly punished "Sailor" White, of Newark, in a one-sided bout at the Royale Athletic Club, Brooklyn, last night. Although White had an advantage of twenty pounds, Smith continually tore into him, landing at will. He had the better of his larger opponent in ring science and generalship, White failing to inflict more than half a dozen clean blows during the ten rounds.

The Newark boxer's end seemed a certainty in the ninth round, but he was saved by the opportune clanging of the bell.

1912-06-20 The Brooklyn Daily Eagle (Brooklyn, NY) (page S3)
Gunboat Smith, the Western and aspiring heavyweight, made a chopping block of Sailor White, last night, before the Royale A. C., and won handily, but the Gunboat person lacks enough knowledge about boxing to keep him busy practicing for a couple of years and then about twenty-four months more. He weighed 180 pounds last night and White 200, but despite that handicap he had enough opening to have stowed White away in three or four rounds. Whenever Gunboat chose to feint or shift, or carry the fight to White, he could reach either head or body so easily that the crowd came to the conclusion that he should eat a barrel of fish a day, fish being popularly reputed to contain an excess of phosphorus and exceedingly helpful in building up the brain.

Instead of doing the obvious thing, he would wait for White to charge at him, when he would stick out a left that seldom landed and allow White to clinch. When he did lead, Smith merely stuck his left on White's gloves or shoulder, whereupon White would clinch some more. Only occasionally did Smith do any real attacking, but he did it often enough to have the Sailor groggy from the fifth round to the end of the tenth.

With experience and plenty of fish food, Smith may become a pretty able light heavyweight. He is active in an untrained sort of way, has a free swing, and can work in a short and dangerous hook with either hand. As for his being a white hope now, or within the next two or three years, even the marines could hardly swallow such a suggestion.

1912-06-20 The New York Times (New York, NY) (page 13)
Gunboat Smith Beats Sailor White.

Jim Buckley's heavyweight protege, "Gunboat" Smith of California, last night handed "Sailor" White of Brooklyn a severe beating in the main event of ten rounds at the Royale A. C. of Brooklyn. The Californian was handicapped by 20 pounds weight, but, despite this fact, he outclassed his sturdy adversary at every stage of the contest. The bout was made at catchweights, Smith tipping the beam at 180 pounds, while the Brooklynite scaled 200 pounds. The Sailor was able to use his weight to good advantage, throwing it on his lighter opponent at every opportunity.

1912-06-20 The Standard Union (Brooklyn, NY) (page 12)
Sailor White, of Newark, and Gunboat Smith, of California, hooked up at the Royale A. C. last night in a mighty poor bout for men posing as "white hopes." Smith was the winner, and gave White one of the worst trimmings of his career, but couldn't put him out.

White tipped the beam at 200 pounds and Smith at 185. When the men stripped for action Smith looked in the pink of condition, while the Newark man was fat and flabby.

The first round was fairly even, neither man doing any damage. After that it was all Gunboat. He measured his man and dropped him for the count no less than six times. He tried his best to finish him, but couldn't connect right.

Smith is a good two-handed fighter, and is fairly clever for a big man, but apparently lacks the class to make him a topnotcher.

As a white hope the Sailor is a joke now, in everything but his name. He has gone away back. But as for gameness, he is a wonder. He took enough punishment last night to stop a dozen men, and kept trying all the way.

White left the ring with both eyes decorated, his mouth bleeding, and his nose as flat as a sheet of asphalt pavement. Smith was unmarked.

In the ninth round Gunboat delivered a volley of rights to the Sailor's jaw, and dropped him twice for the count of nine. But the Newark man weathered the storm, and by holding on managed to last.

In the semi-final, six rounds at 125 pounds, Young Corcoran and Young Lenney stalled practically all the way, with Corcoran having the better of what little fighting was done. It looked as though Corcoran could have beaten Lenny in a punch had he cared to.

In the first bout, four rounds, at 118 pounds, Tommy Farrell had it all the way on "Black Kid" Williams. It was the best bout of the night.

Frank Hunter handed Battling Smith a fine lacing in the second bout, four rounds at 135 pounds. Smith was all in at the finish. Hunter looked like a comer.

Young Mitchell shaded Young Michael in a slow bout of four rounds, at 125 pounds.

1912-06-20 The Sun (New York, NY) (page 11)
Gunboat Smith Runs White Ragged.

Gunboat Smith, 180 pounds, clouted Sailor White, 200 pounds, all over the ring in the main bout at the Royale A. C. in Brooklyn last night. Smith got every round and might have put White away, but the latter prevented this by deliberately falling through the ropes for an occasional rest. Smith kept his hard right swing in play and used it often on White, who did not show any signs of fight, but wrestled well. White did not land one good punch during the mill. White took two counts of nine on bended knee in the ninth round. All the bouts staged were as poor as the star event.

Monday, June 18, 2018

1899-10-06 Charles Kid McCoy D-PTS6 Joe Choynski (Ft. Dearborn Athletic Club, Star Theater, Chicago, IL, USA)

1899-10-07 The Chicago Daily Tribune (Chicago, IL) (page 6)
Agree to Divide Honors if Both Are on Their Feet After Six Rounds--Arrangement Disappoints the Crowd--Hoosier Scores Only Knockdown, but No Decided Advantage Over the Californian--Lively Sport in Preliminary Bouts.
Before a crowded and rather disappointed house at the Star Theater "Kid" McCoy and Joe Choynski fought a six-round draw last night. It was a draw because the agreement existed it should be such if both men were on their feet at the finish. Possibly this arrangement saved Referee Hogan from a dilemma, for the fighting was fairly even.

McCoy may have had a shade of advantage on points, but Choynski's friends would have denounced such a decision. There is no question the arragement for a draw if both men were on their feet detracted from the vigor of the contest, for while both men apparently fought earnestly a bout of such limited duration was hardly sufficient for either to emphasize his superiority. It would have been more satisfactory to the sporting crowd had such an arrangement been made public in advance.

Both men did a fair share of the aggressive work, McCoy leading in this particular early in the contest, while the Californian appeared to make earnest efforts in the closing stages. McCoy scored the only knockdown, and in the first three rounds gave the impression he was constantly waiting for the chance to land a knockout blow. Choynski tried hard in the opening rounds to feint his man out, but the imperturbable McCoy refused to be drawn out. McCoy did some clever work in this line himself and once or twice had Choynski guessing.

McCoy's lightning left was often in action, and, although Choynski cleverly blocked some of the leads, many of them landed. Some of them appeared to be delivered while the "Kid" was on his toes. In the clinches McCoy did the better work, being ever ready to whip in left and right jolts. Choynski showed great reluctance at times in breaking.

McCoy Takes His Unlucky Corner.

McCoy was the first to appear, taking the same corner he occupied a few weeks ago on the occasion of his unexpected knockout at the hands of McCormick. He was attended by his brother, Homer Selby, Jack Leonard, and Harry and Sammy Harris. He looked well.

Choynski came in accompanied by two boyish-looking seconds, N. and G. Shrosbee. He looked far better than he did in his battle with Ryan at Dubuque a month ago, having more color and a brighter eye. The men fought straight Queensberry rules.

Little effective work was done in the first round, the men endeavoring to feint each other out. McCoy made several bluff leads, but there was not a good blow struck until the latter part of the round, when McCoy sent his left to the breast.

In the second round McCoy opened with a left lead for the head. Two seconds later they exchanged short arm blows in a clinch, from which McCoy emerged with the bridge of his nose cut and bleeding. Choynski's left lead was cleverly blocked and McCoy jabbed his face three times in quick succession. Several good exchanges took place and Choynski twice backed away from McCoy's onslaughts. The round ended with easy sparring, and the crowd grew a trifle impatient.

Hoosier Scores Knockdown.

In the third round McCoy again did some good work with his left and showed excellent judgment of distance in avoiding Choynski's swings. McCoy forced the fighting in the middle of the round, landing two jabs on the body. Getting Choynski against the ropes he swung his left against the jaw, sending the Californian to the floor and bringing blood from his mouth. Seeing his advantage McCoy followed with two hard lefts on the face. Choynski, however, fought back strongly and finished the round in good shape.

In the fourth round McCoy sent a good left to the jaw and Choynski raised a cheer by countering hard on the face. Choynski followed soon with a good jab on the mouth, McCoy countering on the forehead. Choynski retreated to the ropes as the "Kid" came after him and cleverly evaded a heavy left swing. Towards the end of the round there were several brisk exchanges of an even character. Honors were fairly even in the fifth, in which Choynski appeared to be fighting with great confidence and endeavoring to get in a blow which would bring him the decision. McCoy, however, was wary and frustrated his opponent's attempts by clever footwork and good blocking.

In a clinch at the finish Choynski was wrestled to the floor. There was little variation from the last round, the pace of which was not increased to any great extent, both men probably realizing that much effort would be wasted.

Entertaining Preliminary Bouts.

In the opening bout Lew Mansfield knocked out Jim Falvey in the second round. The latter went down without being hit in the first round, and after getting some punishment was put out for the full count.

Jack Robinson and Billy Kauffman, 140-pounders, fought six even rounds to a draw.

Jack Hudson knocked out Jim Quinn in the fourth round. They met at 138 pounds. After a fairly even break in the first round Hudson's superior hitting ability began to tell. Quinn was sent to the canvas for eight seconds from a left hook on the jaw. He was floored three times in the third round, and fell a like number without being hit. Early in the fourth he was partly wrestled to the floor, and on rising was sent to the canvas for the limit with a stiff left on the chin.

No funnier bout than that between Ed Morris of California and Charles La Grande of New York, two 150-pound colored men, has ever been seen in the city. It was Kirwanesque in the extreme. La Grande, a tall, ever smiling youth, pirouetted around the ring and exhibited every kind of blow known to pugilists, both ancient and modern. Occasionally he drew his head between his shoulder blades turtle fashion. Morris, in the early stages of the contest, swung his right windmill fashion and generally missed. After that he paid attention to his opponent's ribs. Neither seemed able to do any damage, and rounds four and five were decidedly slow. In the last Morris forced the fighting and scored the only knockdown of the contest with a left hook on the jaw. He was given the decision.

1899-10-07 The Chicago Record (Chicago, IL) (page 6)
Hogan Renders Decision According to an Agreement Made Before Entering the Ring--Tame Boxing Disappoints a Full House.
"Kid" McCoy and Joe Choynski engineered their expected draw in the wind-up bout at the Star theater last night. Amid a din of hisses, groans and calls of "fake" Referee Malachy Hogan made himself heard and gave the decision. He explained--what had previously been concealed from the crowd--that the fighters had agreed before starting that if both men were on their feet at the end a draw must be announced. Hogan added his personal conviction that the men had fought to win. Not all the crowd that packed the building shared this belief, and another blast of groans and jeers stung the fighters' ears as they climbed out of the ring.

The fight was a deadening exhibition of feinting, clinching and occasional lively mix-ups. With the convenient reservation as to a draw, the men fought with considerable earnestness, but neither took great chances to rush matters. The wrath of the crowd was more against the club which permitted the deception of the public than against the fighters.

McCoy Has Slight Advantage.

If a decision had been given it would probably have been in McCoy's favor, though Joe redeemed an early faltering by some sharp fighting near the close. The "Kid" had a shade. He seemed disposed to let his opponent off without severe punishment. At times he rammed his piston-like left into Choynski's face with deadly aim, but for much of the time he was wild. Joe appeared very wary and hesitating in the early rounds, but peppered McCoy with some neat left hooks later on. About the only really savage work the men indulged in was in the clinches. Joe was afraid of a shot to his body, and the "Kid" was always alert to plant a hot one while in a clinch. So the men were close locked most of the time and Hogan had hard work in making them break.

McCoy appeared in prime condition and showed all his customary confidence. Choynski showed up in about as good shape as he has lately, but betrayed in his drawn face his usual overdone training. As a result of the six-round draw last night Choynski expects to get on with the "Kid" for another twenty-round fight.

Choynski Depends on Left Hook.

McCoy fought like an automaton. He seemed fairly to glide along the canvas, feinting his way past Choynski's guard and then dashing in with his left. The "Kid" varied his style of delivery with almost every round. First he would stand up, hold his guard high and depend upon his feet to keep him out of danger. He seemed to be able to draw Choynski's leads any time he wanted, while Joe's efforts at feinting did not seem to annoy his opponent to any extent. Choynski depended upon his old standby, a left hook, to do damage. He landed one of these punches on the bridge of McCoy's nose in the first round and that member began bleeding.

This blow seemed to make McCoy slightly aggressive. He tried again and again by raising his left for the face to make Choynski try to cross with his right, but Joe seemed to understand what McCoy wanted, and every time the "Kid" tried with his left Joe either slipped, his head ducking low, or began a spring around the ring.

McCoy Lags at the Close.

Choynski was very careful of the way he handled himself in the clinches. The minute he felt one of McCoy's arms twining around him the experienced Californian would squirm around like an eel until he had placed his body in a safe position. The third saw a bit of milling. At the tap of the bell McCoy stepped in with a left full on the nose, and before Choynski recovered from the effects of this blow the "Kid" was in again with a punch on the jaw. Choynski attempted to get away and tried to duck under one of McCoy's left hooks, which caught him full on the nose, and Choynski half slipped down, bleeding freshly from the nose. He was up in an instant, however. Choynski then landed a left on McCoy's jaw, and he followed with a sharp right high on the head just as the bell rang for the end of the round.

The fourth saw McCoy lagging. He never used his right except in the clinches, when there seemed a poor chance of execution. McCoy started out fast enough when he heard the jeers of the crowd and cries of "fake," but again slowed up, and the last two rounds were much the same.

The preliminaries were a poor lot and resulted as follows:

Billy Kauffman and Jack Robinson fought a draw.

Lew Mansfield made Jack Murphy quit in one round.

Jack Hudson made Jim Quinn quit in four rounds.

Ed Morris defeated Charles LaGrange in six rounds.

1899-10-07 The Cincinnati Enquirer (Cincinnati, OH) (page 3)
Rounds Between Kid McCoy and Joe Choynski.

Chicago, October 6.--Kid McCoy and Joe Choynski fought six rounds before the Ft. Dearborn Athletic Club to-night. Both men had agreed to a draw in case they were on their feet at the end of the sixth round, and that was the decision, as both were not only on their feet, but comparatively fresh. McCoy, however, clearly outpointed the Californian, and scored the only knockdown of the fight, putting Joe to the boards with a left hook to the mouth in the third.

The Kid made a careful fight of it. He took no chances whatever, contenting himself as a rule with stabbing Choynski with his left. He used his right but seldom, but it generally counted hard when he did put it in operation. Choynski scored many times, bringing the blood from McCoy's nose in the first round, and once or twice jarring McCoy considerably with his right. Many of his blows, however, fell short.

In the preliminaries Billy Cauffman, of St. Louis, and Jack Robinson, of Chicago, fought a six-round draw. Lew Mansfield, of Chicago, knocked out Jack Falvey, of Chicago, in the first round, and Jack Hudson put Jim Quinn away in four rounds.

The McCoy-Choynski fight by rounds was as follows:

First Round--Both men shaped up well as they came together, and were evidently in good trim. McCoy landed a right on the ribs, and escaped a return. He tried a left for the face, but it was blocked. McCoy tried his left again, and put it hard on the face and a right to the ribs, Choynski countering on the ear. In a clinch McCoy beat a tattoo on Joe's ribs with his right, and brought it up to the ear, Choynski slamming his right to the Kid's ribs. Choynski was cautious and fiddled considerably. McCoy refused to be drawn out, but watched his man like a cat. No particular damage was done.

Second Round--Choynski hooked his left, but missed. In the clinch that followed he landed hard on ribs and ear, but Choynski brought first blood with a short hook on McCoy's nose. Choynski landed a light right on the mouth. McCoy quick as a flash jabbed his left twice to Choynski's nose. McCoy put his right on the ribs, Choynski countering with a left on the face. Joe landed a left on the mouth as the bell rang.

Third Round--McCoy got to work at once, and slammed a hard left to Joe's mouth and a right hook to the ear. Joe put his right on McCoy's ear, the latter coming back with a hard left to the mouth. McCoy repeated the blow, Choynski putting a light left to the chin. McCoy jabbed his left twice to the face and then to the ribs. Then suddenly shifting he tied the Californian up by feinting with his right and sent his left with terrible force to the mouth. Choynski went down like a shot. He got up immediately, but his mouth was bleeding freely. McCoy was on him at once, but Joe fought back hard, putting his left and right to the face, sending McCoy's head back. McCoy put his left straight and hard on the jaw. This was decidedly McCoy's round.

Fourth Round--McCoy put two hard lefts to the face, Choynski countering with a left to the mouth. Choynski swung his left lightly on McCoy's ear. The latter then sent Joe's head back twice with straight lefts. Choynski evened matters with right and left hard to the jaw. McCoy swung left and right to the head. He left an opening and Choynski staggered the Kid a little with a hard right to the neck.

Fifth Round--Choynski blocked a left and sent his left hard to the Kid's eye. McCoy then feinted and put a terrific right over to the ear, staggering Choynski. The latter, who was decidedly aggressive, placed his left on the ear. In a clinch both landed hard rights on the ear. McCoy put a hard left on the neck and Choynski a hard right on McCoy's mouth. McCoy brought his left to the ear and partly wrestled Choynski to the floor as the gong sounded.

Sixth Round--McCoy put his left to Choynski's nose, starting it to bleeding. Choynski missed a left for the chin, and McCoy put his right hard on the kidneys. McCoy reddened Joe's ribs with his right in a clinch, the latter bringing his left over on the neck. Choynski sent his right to the ribs and McCoy countered with a good left hook to the mouth just before the bell rang. Choynski landed a right swing on the jaw, shaking the Kid up a little.

Choynski's lips were somewhat swollen at the finish. Beyond a skinned nose McCoy did not bear a mark.

1899-10-07 The Daily Inter Ocean (Chicago, IL) (page 8)
Bout Proved Unsatisfactory from the Start to the Finish.

Kid McCoy and Joe Choynski boxed six rounds to a draw before a North Side club last night. The men fought under straight Queensberry rules, and Malachy Hogan acted as referee.

The affair was unsatisfactory from start to finish. In the first place, it appeared as though McCoy was not trying very hard, and, in the second, the announcement that both men had agreed to call the contest a draw if both were on their feet at the end of the sixth and last round was not made until the contest was at an end. Then Referee Hogan came to the front, declared the bout a draw, and added that both of the principals had agreed to make it a draw if the bout went the limit. The crowd was plainly disgusted and testified its dislike of the proceedings by shrill cat-calls and numerous cries of "Fake!"

McCoy seemed to be far the cleverer of the two. His superb foot work carried him out of danger of Choynski's rushes, and his long, dangerous left was always in evidence, shooting to the face and wind with marvelous celerity.

When the men squared off for the first round McCoy led a straight left for the face, which was neatly ducked, Choynski countering with a light left on the chest. Choynski tried a left swing for the head and McCoy blocked it. Choynski missed a left hook for the wind, McCoy rushing him to the ropes. A mix-up ensued, with honors even, all the exchanges seeming to lack steam. Choynski tried a left swing for the head again, missed, and McCoy sent a left uppercut to the face, which caused Choynski to clinch and hang on. Both men fiddled to the end of the round. There were murmurs of disapprobation from the crowd as they went to their corners.

Choynski opened up the second with a left swing for the jaw. McCoy got out of the way and pushed his left squarely on the face. A mix-up followed, and when the men broke away McCoy's nose was bleeding from the effects of a left hook which grazed his face. McCoy kept jabbing, and the round closed with a clinch.

In the third McCoy used a one-two-straight left on the face, and an occasional left to the wind which made Choynski grunt. McCoy caught Choynski off his balance, sent a left to the nose, and Joe slipped down, but was up in an instant. The exchanges were light, McCoy having the best of matters.

The last three rounds were all of the same order.

Referee Hogan declared the bout a draw.

1918-06-19 Sam Langford W-PTS10 Battling Jim Johnson (Auditorium, Atlanta, GA, USA)

1918-06-20 The Atlanta Constitution (Atlanta, GA) (page 9)
"Boston Tar Baby" Outpoints Jim Johnson in Great Fight
By Ray White.

It remained for two colored men to give Atlanta fistic fans a demonstration of real pugilism, which Sam Langford, the world-renowned "Boston Tar Baby," and "Battling" Jim Johnson, of New York, the world's knockout record holder, did with a vengeance in a 10-round gruelling mill at the Auditorium last night, in which "Tham" outpointed, without vanquishing, his antagonist.

Beyond question, it was 10 rounds of the most skilful, most scientific and at once the most terrific fighting by heavyweights ever seen in a local ring that the sport-lovers of Atlanta saw last night. At the same time, the entire card was perhaps the best ever offered--so good, in fact, that there was not a spot in it where criticism could be advanced with fairness to any of the dusky performers, or to the management.

Colored Card Throughout.

And it was a colored card throughout, opening with a rattling good battle royal between five local negroes of varying class, which was in itself well worth going to see. The battle royal was followed by a corking four-round bout between Young Jackson and Spike Wilson, which the latter, who was by several pounds the heavier, negro won by a decision, and that bout by what was scheduled for a six-session mill between Charlie Stinson and George Wilmington. Stinson fought like a tiger while he lasted, but was unable to weather the onslaughts of his heavier adversary, and the referee very properly stopped the contest in the third, giving Wilmington a technical knockout verdict.

When the main bout last night opened, the two giants came together with a crash and a bang, and during the first and second rounds, Johnson managed to keep comparatively free from Sam's terrible short-distance punches, and in that way he won claim to both rounds by a shade. He was the aggressor in those two sessions, but in the third the "Tar Baby" went in as though to get through and catch his train home. He kept close to the bigger fellow, and the way he bombarded Johnson in the clinches kept the spectators on their feet in bewilderment. That was Sam's round, but in the fourth and fifth Jim held him even during two rounds of the greatest fighting and most clever boxing any devotee of the "manly art" might wish to see. The sixth was Sam's by a very narrow margin, and he increased his lead in the seventh, when he slowed the big fellow perceptibly with a sickening smash in the pit of the stomach. He won that round, and for a moment it looked as though it was about time to reach for hats, when Jim awoke suddenly, and, with a piledriver blow sent to the mouth, he sent "Tham" back across the ring. The smaller man came back like a flash, however, and, bleeding from a cut lip, proceeded to validate his title to that round.

The eighth likewise was Langford's and Sam also, perhaps was entitled to a shade in the ninth.

Tenth Round Desperate.

But the tenth and last and most desperately-contested round of the match was won by Johnson. Both men came in for the beginning of the end, each determined to leave the hall with the other's scalp hanging to his belt. It was just after a gruelling mixup when Johnson scored the first and only knock-down of the bout. He caught Sam a horrible kick which was aimed at the jaw, but which missed its mark by a matter of a few inches and took Langford on the side of the head. The force of the blow sent Langford sprawling to his knees, but he was up instantly, unhurt, and for the remainder of the entertainment gave his heavier foe full measure for all that he received.

Danny O'Donnell, of Cleveland, Ohio, was the third man in the ring during the main bout, and covered himself with honor by his skill, fairness and competency. While both men fought absolutely clean and according to rules, the referee's job was a hard and a dangerous one. Danny did more than well, and his verdict was one against which not a word of complaint could justly be uttered.

William Shaw, a colored man, refereed the battle royal and the two other bouts; and M. H. Karnes made a very satisfactory substitute for Dick Jemison as the announcer.

Just before the wind-up bout Announcer Karnes made a speech, during which he elicited rounds of applause by announcing that, beginning with a bout on the night of July 3 the promoters of last night's entertainment will stage a series of ten contests. The opening bout of the series will include Charlie White, said Mr. Karnes, against either Joe Welling, Frankie Callahan, Jimmie Dundee or Irish Patsy Kline--most probably the last named. Other boxers--every one a top-notch man--the announcer said, has been signed to appear during the series, are Bennie Leonard, Johnnie Kilbane, Jack Dempsey, Fred Fulton, Pete Hermann, Earl Puryear, Pal Moore and others.

Saturday, June 9, 2018

Best referees of late 19th-early 20th century.

1917-11-03 The Philadelphia Inquirer (Philadelphia, PA) (page 14)
Well-Known Official Who Is Critically Ill Was One of Ring's Famous Judges. Counted Out Several Champions.

Referee Charley White, who lies critically ill at his home in New York, did much for the boxing game. He refereed some of the biggest ring battles and gave general satisfaction. White's honesty was his most valuable asset. He withstood temptation when the sport fell into the hands of gamblers and crooks. Yet, like other square ring officials, White was victimized by the sure thing manipulators. He knew nothing of the Maher-Morrissey frameup when he stepped into the ring with those greatly over-rated Irishmen at the old Lenox A. C. But as soon as he had counted Morrissey out in less than fifteen seconds of the first round, White denounced the alleged fight as a cold-blooded fake.

White was kept entirely in the dark when he accepted the offer to referee the Corbett-McCoy fiasco in the Garden. He counted McCoy out in the fifth round, believing that the latter had been honestly defeated. When this affair was exposed a week later White was exonerated for the simple reason that his integrity never had been questioned.

White was the third man in the ring when the late Bob Fitzsimmons stopped Gus Ruhlin in six rounds in the Garden and two weeks later knocked out Tom Sharkey at Coney Island in the second round. White always regarded those battles as the most important over which he presided. When he counted ten fateful seconds over Terry McGovern in the second round at Hartford and then declared Young Corbett the winner, White saw one of his closest friends deprived of the featherweight title and a fortune.
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In the old days it was a tossup as to which was the more capable referee--White or George Siler, who died fifteen years ago. Siler was an ideal ring official--square and fair. He refereed the Corbett-Fitzsimmons battle at Carson City, also the Corbett-Jeffries and Sharkey-Jeffries combats at Coney Island. When Siler was in the act of counting Corbett out in the Carson City affair the latter's seconds claimed a foul. During the excitement around the ring when some hard citizens threatened all kinds of trouble, Siler did not lose his nerve. He declared Fitzsimmons champion heavyweight of the world and ignored the protests from the Corbett crowd. Siler, therefore, showed that he couldn't be bluffed, and at the same time he won the confidence of Fitzsimmons. As a result Fitz, still champion, named Siler to referee his fight with Jeffries at Coney Island. Siler was absolutely fair to both men, although he had to count the tenth second over the Cornishman in the eleventh round. White might have refereed this scrap if Siler had not been so highly regarded by Fitzsimmons.
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White was prevented from refereeing Jeffries' title bouts with Corbett and Sharkey at the Island by the intervention of ring politics. The principals admitted White's recognized impartiality, but the men behind these matches couldn't agree. So White had to give way to Siler in each instance. Siler would have been forced to hand the heavyweight championship over to Corbett on scientific points if Jeffries hadn't landed a left-handed sleep wallop in the twenty-third round. Corbett outboxed the big boilermaker by a wide margin up to that point, when he suddenly became careless. Jeffries caught him bounding off the ropes and quickly dropped him for the full count. After the battle Siler declared that he would have given the verdict to Corbett if the latter had been on his feet at the end of the twenty-fifth round.

Siler was unjustly panned for declaring Jeffries the winner over Sharkey in their memorable twenty-five-round encounter. Sharkey forced the issue for eighteen rounds, after which Jeffries began to administer terrific punishment in the body. He broke three of Sharkey's ribs and the burly tar was in serious trouble. Just after the twenty-fifth round began one of Sharkey's gloves came off and Siler called a halt until the mitt could be replaced. This accident probably saved Sharkey from a knockout.

When Siler decided the battle in Jeff's favor there was a howl, but the ruling was correct if only for the reason that Sharkey was taken to a Brooklyn hospital, while Jeffries, in less than half an hour was receiving congratulations in a neighboring saloon. Siler never refereed in the East after that. He was too honest.

In the same class with White and Siler was the late Timothy Hurst, but the latter didn't preside over any of the big heavyweight combats. Hurst was the soul of honor. He was competent and fearless. His most important engagement was at Maspeth, L. I., when Joe Walcott and Kid Lavigne put up the most sensational fight in the history of American pugilism. Hurst did not believe in stopping a glove bout when one of the principals was shedding blood. Consequently, he kept Lavigne in the ring in spite of the fact that the latter was cut into ribbons at the end of nine rounds. Hurst's refusal to interfere enabled Lavigne to score a memorable victory, for, in the fourteenth and fifteenth rounds, the lightweight champion had Walcott hanging on the ropes in a groggy condition. According to the conditions that governed the mill Lavigne had to stay fifteen rounds to win, so that Hurst's decision in his favor was inevitable. White, Siler and Hurst, in my opinion, were the best referees that ever officiated in this country. They worked hard to keep the sport clean, and it will be many years before they will be entirely forgotten.

1917-11-05 The Philadelphia Inquirer (Philadelphia, PA) (page 14)

I was in error when I said that George Siler refereed the Corbett-Jeffries fight at Coney Island. Charley White was the third man in the ring. White always regarded this battle as the most important over which he presided. Siler was among those considered by the principals when they were making the match, but White, being a New York man, finally got the plum. White was getting ready to hand his verdict to Corbett on points when Jeffries suddenly scored a clean knockout in the twenty-third round. Up to that stage of the mill Corbett had so much the better of it that he looked like a sure winner. If Corbett had been on his feet at the end of the twenty-fifth round White would have been compelled to hand the heavyweight title back to him. Such a decision would have been eminently fair, and White had the nerve required to decide the fight that way, but "Old Eagle Eye's" task was made easy when Jeff got in the big wallop.

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Early 1916 rankings by Malcolm McLean of Chicago Evening Post

1916-02-19 Wilkes-Barre Times-Leader (Wilkes-Barre, PA) (page 10)
There seems to be a difference of opinion among those who follow the boxers as to what men are the best in their class. Malcom McLean, one of the best writers on pugilism in the West, presents this list which he declares authoritative and complete. We shoot:

Heavyweight (White).
Jess Willard, Frank Moran, Fred Fulton, Tom Cowler, Jack Dillon, Charley Weinert.

Heavyweight (Colored).
Harry Wills, Sam McVey, Sam Langford, Joe Jeanette, Jack Johnson.

Light Heavyweight.
Jack Dillon, Eddie McGoorty, Battling Levinsky, George Carpentier, Tom Gibbons, Tom McCarthy.

Mike Gibbons, Les Darcey, Jeff Smith, Eddie McGoorty, Jack Dillon, George Chip, Young Ahearn.

Packey McFarland, Mike Glover, Ted Lewis, Willie Ritchie, Johnny Griffiths, Jack Britton.

Freddie Welsh, Charley White, Joe Welling, Matt Wells, Johnny Dundee.

Johnny Kilbane, Tommy Buck, George Chaney, Matty McCue, Matt. Brock, Benny Chavez.

Kid Williams, Frankie Burns, Pete Herman, Young Pal Moore, Frankie Sinnett.

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

All-time heavyweight rankings by Jim Jab in 1921

1921-07-08 The Pittsburg Press (Pittsburgh, PA) (page 25)
Jim Jab Selects Twenty Stars and Places Jim Jeffries at Head of His List
By Jim Jab.

Old timers chancing to know that you enjoy the July 2 scrap, spring this interrogation: "Is Dempsey the greatest of all time?" Perhaps they may land an affirmative rejoinder from certain folks. It's a matter of opinion, of personal estimate. There's no way of fixing the situation beyond argument. Left to the writer he would quickly insert a negative answer. Of course the mere fact that Jack defeated the Frenchman added nothing to his glory. The task wasn't formidable. However, as is ever the case, each succeeding triumph raises fan value of a star, regardless of the fear accomplished. The writer, with a 40-year vision of ring celebrities, from giants down to shrimps, begs leave to present a "Twenty Best Ever," compiled some time last autumn, with just one correction. Stan Ketchel was omitted then. He gets a dandy notch in the revised score. No argument is given other than to mention one point, viz., "that Jim Jeffries could give and take, was a master man in pugilism in his last hours. He gave up honors in the fullness of fame." The list follows:

No. 1. James J. Jeffries; No. 2. John L. Sullivan; 3. J. Art Johnson; 4. Jack Dempsey; 5. Bob Fitzsimmons; 6. Peter Jackson; 7. Jess Willard; 8. Stan Ketchel; 9. Frank Paddy Slavin; 10. Fred Fulton; 11. Gus Ruhlin; 13. Tom Sharkey; 14. Sam Langford; 15. Luther McCarthy; 16. Jim Corbett; 17. Charley Mitchel; 18. Joe Choynski; 19. Joe Goddard; 20. Sam McVey.

Ketchel, the "Assassin!" Imagine Carp tackling this dreadful punisher. The lamented Stanley would have been sponging up and donning his dance clothes 10 minutes after entering an arena with the Frenchie.

Dempsey is the best man of his hour beyond any shadow of doubt. Of course, don't forget that saying, "There never was a good man without as good, if not better coming along." It goes, too. Jack has trimmed all aspirants barring Tom Gibbons and Bob Martin. The latter was severely slugged by Bill Brennan, displaying lack of experience. Another year perhaps the ex-MP will be there with the goods. The writer is sweet on Tom Gibbons, believes him to be the making of a first class heavy, in fact, is there now. Tommy is a trifle light for Dempsey. It's worthy of note that the fistic realm displays a disposition to scorn Bill Brennan as a top battler. Have a care, rooters. This man is far from being a dub. Don't judge him by certain clashes. Billy has worn hobble skirts. Fred Fulton is clever but unlucky.

Dempsey is physical perfection for a heavyweight miller. Few writers have pointed out his trimness, particularly of his underpinnings. They are built for speed unlike many big fellows who enjoyed high rank. Sullivan carried more than a trifle in the way of excess baggage below the waist. Kilrain was positively handicapped by his stilts. Jeff, though compact, had massive legs. Corbett was gazelle like in his maneuvers. Sharkey was "leggy" as they say of Jack Johnson, though not built for swiftness, made up for his shortcomings by wonderful work from the bread line upwards. Fitz's legs were jokes only to cartoonists. Dempsey sliding sharply without any lost motion cornered Carp when and wherever he pleased. No dancing, no prancing, all effective weaving in. This effort on the champion's part was an act of brilliancy overlooked by hundreds on Boyles Acres.

Saturday, June 2, 2018


1907-01-04 The Buffalo Enquirer (Buffalo, NY) (page 8)
"I will never forget a story on Jeff told during his first appearance in my training camp as a sparring partner," says Jim Corbett. "He was a green lad, who stood for a lot of fun and punishment. In fact, nothing feazed him and he was always ready for more.

"In the training camp of a fighter two things are more essential than all others. They are good food and fresh air. The latter can always be had, as a rule; but the former is sometimes hard to get, especially if the fighters' camp is in some out-of-the-way place.

"When I was preparing for the Fitzsimmons fight at Carson City I secured a chef myself to cook our steaks and there was no limit to them. The best that could be had was always on hand.

"Jeff's first day was marked by many incidents, but this one has never been told. After the hard day's work Jeff and the rest of us were all hungry and we sat down to one of the most delicious steak dinners I have ever had.

"Jeff was given a fine big cut and told to go ahead with it. He waited for all of us to get busy and then he started. I think it was Billy Delaney who asked for the tabasco sauce. Jeff watched him use it and then asked for it himself. He covered his steak with it and got busy.

Jeff, by the way, remarked that he had never seen catsup in so small a bottle before, but paid no further attention to it until he got the first bite of steak into his mouth. He was game for a few seconds and kept right on chewing. He noticed we were all watching and he was determined to pass it over if possible. We noticed, however, that he was weakening, and all at once Jeff turned around and spat on the floor.

The big fellow looked at the bite of meat for a minute and then said: "Burn, dam't, burn now."