1900-05-25 Joe Gans W-KO2 Dal Hawkins [Broadway Athletic Club, Brooklyn, NY, USA]

1900-05-26 New-York Tribune (New York, NY) (page 10)

GANS KNOCKS OUT HAWKINS IN THE SECOND ROUND.

"Joe" Gans, of Baltimore, knocked out "Dal" Hawkins, of California, at the Broadway Athletic Club last night in the second round of fast fighting. The men were scheduled for twenty-five rounds at 133 pounds. Hawkins assumed the aggressive with both hands as soon as the contest began. He smashed Gans with a left hook to the chin just after they put up their hands and dropped him. It looked as if the bout was over, but Gans took the count of nine and got to his feet. Hawkins followed up his advantage as soon as his opponent arose, but Gans blocked his blows, and in a fierce mix up at the ropes the latter sent in a right swing to the jaw that floored Hawkins. Hawkins struggled to his feet at the count of nine, and the gong sounded.

In the second round Hawkins was still aggressive. His swings were short, however, while Gans seemed to land at will. Hawkins clinched to avoid punishment. On the break Gans landed on his rival's mouth and made the blood spurt. He then put both hands to the jaw, and repeated it again, and Hawkins seemed dazed. Gans then sent his right to the jaw, which put Hawkins out.

In the preliminary "Jim" Burke received the decision over George Jansen after twelve rounds of sparring.


1900-05-26 The Brooklyn Daily Eagle (Brooklyn, NY) (page 14)

GANS' SENSATIONAL WIN.
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Colored Pugilist Knocks Hawkins Out in Short Meter.

In one of the most sensational fights ever witnessed hereabouts Joe Gans, the Baltimore negro, knocked out Dal Hawkins of California at the Broadway Athletic Club last evening after a little more than two minutes of the second round had been consumed. Short as the bout was there was more fighting to it and greater excitement among the spectators than has been witnessed at the Broadway Club since its incorporation. The race track contingent was there in force to root for Hawkins, and root they did. For a brief space of time it looked as if Hawkins would win and his followers were jubilant, but the negro's superior science stood him in good stead, and with a well directed punch he sent the Californian to the land of dreams.

No sooner had the gong sounded for action than Hawkins, after a few feints, let fly his famous left hook to Gans' jaw. It was a little too high, but it sent Gans sprawling and Hawkins' followers were on their feet with a yell that almost lifted the roof. Gans took the count and when he arose blocked Hawkins' rushes cleverly. They mixed it up and just before the bell sounded Gans crossed his right flush to the jaw and Hawkins measured the length on the floor. He managed to regain his feet and was saved by the bell.

Hawkins was fairly fresh in the second, but realized that his only chance to win was to win quickly, and he started like a whirlwind. He swung his left hard to the wind, but Gans was cool and delivered his blows with precision. It was fast, clever and vicious fighting until Gans suddenly landed a left to the chin that dazed Hawkins and followed with s straight right that dropped Dal for good.

In the preliminary Jim Burke defeated George Jansen in twelve rounds at catch weights.


1900-05-26 The Sun (New York, NY) (page 8)

GANS KNOCKS HAWKINS OUT.
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Sensational Fight at the Broadway A. C. Ends in the Second Round.

Though Dal Hawkins, the California lightweight, was put to sleep in the second round by Joe Gans of Baltimore at the Broadway A. C. last night, the fight was one of the most sensational ever seen in a local club. Hawkins, with the first blow landed in the battle, knocked Gans flat. Had this punch been an inch or so lower, it would have landed on Gans's chin and the battle would have ended then and there. But Gans, who was in superior condition, managed to recover quickly and by better generalship, gameness and hitting won the money. It was a slugging match instead of a careful scientific go, but that was because each man knew that an early knockout was essential after Gans had been floored. There was no time for pretty sparring after that, so the men went at it hammer and tongs, while 5,000 spectators were worked up to a remarkable pitch of excitement. Though Gans won, he had a narrow escape and those who offered as much as 2 to 1 on his chances had a temporary attack of heart disease until Hawkins was stopped.

The preliminary was a slasher. For twelve rounds Jim Burke, a local lightweight walloped George Jansen, the former Pastime A. C. champion, but the latter refused to be put out. Burke was eight pounds heavier. He got the decision.

Gans and Hawkins were matched to go twenty-five rounds at 133 pounds, weigh in at 3 o'clock. Gans's seconds were Al Herford, Harry Lyons and Sooner Temple. Hawkins was handled by Dan Creedon, Dave Sullivan and Jack Shimler. Gans was a 5 to 3 favorite with heavy betting. John White was the referee.

The bell had scarcely started the first round when Hawkins let fly his left hand so swiftly that Gans could not block the punch. The blow landed an inch above the point of the jaw and knocked Gans flat on his back. In an instant the crowd was in an uproar. Everybody stood up and yelled. Gans took a full count, and, when he regained his feet, he was staggering. Hawkins immediately cut loose for a knockout. He swung all kinds of smashes to the colored man's head, but Gans had rallied and literally fought himself into his usual steadiness. As they exchanged the punches the crowd was in a frenzy. A rapid right hander on the jaw finally knocked Hawkins down, the back of his head striking the floor. It looked as if he had been settled, but when the referee counted the ninth second Dal crawled up and rushed blindly. Then ensued another fierce mix-up in which both men were reeling from the force of the blows. When the bell sounded the cheering was deafening.

They were slower when they began the second round. Hawkins opened with carefully placed lefts which were blocked and then Gans rushed, driving the white man to the ropes. Getting out of this predicament, Hawkins mixed it in the middle of the ring with considerable effect. He jarred Gans with numerous left jolts on the neck but the colored man was letting out his power by degrees, especially as his opponent was fighting with a wide open guard. Soon Gans put a hard right on the ear. It staggered Hawkins, who received a quick left hook on the neck. Like a flash over came Gans's right, flush to the jaw, and Hawkins fell heavily, his head again striking the floor with a bang. This time the Californian was done for. Referee White counted him out and declared Gans the winner.

1899-03-03 Frank Erne W-KO7 Dal Hawkins [Woodward's Pavilion, San Francisco, CA, USA]

1899-03-04 The San Francisco Call (San Francisco, CA) (page 12)

FRANK ERNE ASTOUNDED LOCAL SPORTS
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Lowered the Colors of Dal Hawkins.
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FINISH WAS A KNOCKOUT
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THE END CAME QUICKLY IN THE SEVENTH ROUND.
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Marvelous Cleverness of the Easterner Prevented Dal From Landing His Famous Left Swing.
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The patrons of fistic entertainment witnessed a contest last evening at Woodward's Pavilion which years will not efface from the memory.

Dal Hawkins, the flower of the lightweight champions representative of this coast, met Frank Erne, the clever two-handed pugilist of Buffalo, N. Y., in what was to have been a twenty-round pugilistic contest. The local sports pinned their faith on Hawkins, who has a record of winning many hard battles against the crackerjacks of the class of fighters of which he is a representative.

The betting favored Hawkins from start to finish, or, in other words, Hawkins was the favorite from the time the pools opened until they closed. The betting was 10 to 8, with Hawkins on the long end, and before the contestants entered the ring Erne's stock took a tumble, as odds of $10 to $7 went without takers. When Hawkins landed a swift left-hander on Erne's eye in the first round, the effect of which brought the receiver to the carpet, the news of Hawkins' success swept like wildfire about town, and when it reached the poolrooms the supporters of the local man were jubilant, and the Erne money fell from $10 to $7 to $10 to $4, and even at these latter figures Eastern money was hard to get.

The sudden defeat of Hawkins was a great surprise to the local talent, and it is safe to say that many a "hard-earned pocket" feels to-day the result of last evening's entertainment at Woodword's Pavilion.

The contest was a particularly brilliant one--that is, from a scientific point of view. In the first round Hawkins came within a few inches of bringing the sport to a very sudden conclusion. After the usual fiddling and sparring for openings Hawkins swung his dangerous left and his glove landed hard on the right eye of Erne. The force of the blow sent the Eastern lad to the carpet, where he remained for eight seconds. But, cautious and cool as Erne is, he took the limit of time to collect his senses, and was up and at it again before Referee Choynski had time to call him out.

Erne saw that another such punch as he received if landed on the right spot would quickly end the disturbance and cunningly he remained on the defensive, handsomely blocking all left swings that were afterward intended for the jaw point. Hawkins was rapidly scoring points on his adversary and the admirers of Erne freely confessed that unless the Buffalo man had "something up his sleeve" for future use Hawkins would win on points if he failed to score a knockout. In the seventh round Erne, advised by Barney Feeney, changed his tactics, and instead of making a long range fight, which was favorable to Hawkins, he got under the local man's guard and forced a mixup at short range. Dal, who is only what is called a one-hand fighter, attempted to ward off the attack of his opponent, but Erne, who is a lightning-quick striker, had Dal at sea immediately, and in the mixup he landed a hard left jolt on Dal's jaw, which was followed by a sharp right-hand crook, also on the jaw point, the force of which ended all dispute as to the fighting abilities of the men. Hawkins fell on his back and remained dead to the world for some seconds after being counted out.

The police management of the fight, under the command of Captain James W. Gillen of the Seventeenth street station, was as perfect as it was possible to have it. All the passageways were kept clear and the utmost good order was maintained throughout the entire building. No crowding was permitted at the entrance and those who had tickets found no difficulty in gaining admission.

Following is the result of the fight by rounds:

In the opening round Hawkins was the first to lead, and it ended in a clinch. Erne came back at him a few seconds later quick as a lightning with three hard lefts in the face. The blows jarred Hawkins, but he soon returned the compliment, landing his celebrated left swing, which has laid many a fighter low, hard on Erne's cheek, knocking the Buffalo lad down. Erne took the full nine seconds to rise, but did not appear dazed, and after that successfully blocked every left that Hawkins led for his head. Erne ended the round by planting a hard one on Dal's nose.

Erne was kept busy blocking Hawkins' delivery in the second round, but did it so well that most of the blows landed harmlessly on his arms. He retaliated with one good swift punch on Dal's wishbone. Hawkins rushed him to the ropes, but Erne clinched and no harm was done.

Hawkins kept up the leading in the third round, with Erne warding off all the blows and suffering no punishment, save one which Hawkins swung into his side, leaving a large red blotch to denote the spot where it landed.

Hawkins tried his left swing several times unsuccessfully in the fourth. Erne showed great cleverness in warding them off. Hawkins then tried his right, landing lightly on the body. Erne returned with a swift right in Dal's side. In a rush both exchanged lefts and rights on the head and shoulders as the round ended, and went to their corners winded.

Hawkins increased the size of the red spot on Erne's side in the fifth round by landing several hard left swings, which Erne did not guard. Erne did not try a return, contenting himself with avoiding punishment and gauging his man.

Erne showed more confidence in the sixth, opening with a rush and forcing Dal to clinch. Hawkins landed a light left on the forehead and again in the side, and Erne came back at him with hot rights and lefts on the head that dazed the Californian. It was the hottest exchange of the fight thus far.

Hawkins began hostilities in the seventh and what proved to be the last round by rushing his man to the ropes, swinging his left into Erne's side again. Erne retaliated with a hard right swing which landed on the back of Hawkins' neck. Erne rushed Hawkins to the ropes, landing his left and right hard on the head. Hawkins clinched and backed away, and Erne, following him up, swung his left and right across Dal's jaw so quickly that Hawkins probably never knew they were coming. The blows settled Hawkins, probably, but just to show that there was no frost Erne soaked him a straight left in the jaw and a right swing on the side of the head, and Dal went down like a log, falling straight backwards and hitting his head a resounding thump on the floor. He lay stretched there without moving a muscle after the referee counted him out, and his seconds had to carry him bodily from the ring.

Erne was the favorite with the Eastern contingent, and they crowded around him after the battle and showered their congratulations, which he received modestly. Erne comes far from giving any one the impression that he is a prize-fighter, though when stripped he is a perfectly built athlete. Among those who know him he is a quiet, good-looking, curly haired youth, who might easily be mistaken for a college man. He has little to say, and nothing when it comes to speaking of his own achievements. When he wins a battle the money gained is not spent in drink or on the races. He has no use for these vices and says that if he can find some suitable employment he will retire from the prize-ring and devote his time to something more elevating. He was born in Zurich, Switzerland, twenty-four year ago, but was raised in Buffalo, N. Y., which place he calls his home.

The preliminary event of the evening was to have been a ten-round go between Charles Johnson and Eugene Mulligan, both of this city, in the lightweight class. Both were wild and showed little science. After six rounds Mulligan had enough, and made a weak pretense at being unable to arise after slipping to the floor from a light body blows. He destroyed the illusion, however, by jumping up quickly after the referee had counted him out and walking briskly to his corner. For this little exhibition of cowardice he was loudly hissed as he left the ring, and the crowd showed its further deprecation by yelling "fake," which statement was probably well grounded. Ned Hogan refereed the unsatisfactory bout.

What Erne Said.

A jubilant crowd gathered in Erne's dressing room at the conclusion of the fight and poured congratulations into the ears of the victor. The only mark of battle on his countenance was a red tinge below his right optic, where Hawkins had landed a vicious left in the initial round of the contest. While donning his street attire he said that the Californian was a good ring general and had a punch of a middle-weight.

"After the first round," he added, "I knew I had him. He would never have landed the left that knocked me down had I not been careless. Every one told me about the dangerous left, but I got momentarily careless and he got over my guard. It is a peculiar blow, but I got on to it in the first round and blocked it every time he tried it. The blows on my ribs did not hurt me, as I drew in every time he landed. I was confident that I would catch him before the tenth round, and when the chance came I accepted it and put him out. It was a right on the jaw that did the business. I felt so confident before the 'go' of winning that I told 'Kid' McCoy to place a bet on me to win in ten rounds. It is my intention to stay in California for some time, but I have not made up my mind whether I will take any one on."

It is probable that a match will be made between Erne and Lavigne after the latter's fight with Smith. Manager Groom of the National Club has the match in view and will try to secure it for his club.

Hawkins Was Confident.

Hawkins was depressed over his defeat. On reaching his dressing room he was assisted into his clothes by his seconds and immediately left for a downtown hotel, where he met his wife and received her sympathy. His face bore evidence of his having been in a fight. His nose was swollen, a dark spot wreathed his right eye and his lips were puffed by the rapid lefts of his clever opponent. Dal was loth to talk about the outcome of the battle. He did say, however, that Erne was a top notcher and won on his merits. Hawkins said he was confident that he would win and stated he intended fighting faster after the tenth round. I thought I had him in the first round," he said, "but I caught him too high. I think I had a little the better of him up to the seventh, but in that round he caught me and it was all over.

1891-02-24 Dal Hawkins W-KO29 Danny Mahoney [San Jose Athletic Club, San Jose, CA, USA]

1891-02-24 The Evening News (San Jose, CA) (page 3)

THE TWO DANS.
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A Contest for the Bantam Weight Championship This Evening.

At the San Jose Athletic Club this evening there will be a contest to a finish between Dan Hawkins and Dan Mahoney, both of whom claim the bantam weight championship of the Pacific Coast. It is supposed that this meeting will settle the question. Besides securing the championship the winner will receive $325 and the loser $75. The men are of about equal weight, 115 pounds each. Besides this contest there will be several minor exhibitions this evening.


1891-02-25 The Evening News (San Jose, CA) (page 3)

MAHONEY GROGGY.
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He Was Worsted by Hawkins in the Glove Contest.

The contest for the bantam weight championship of the Pacific Coast before the San Jose Athletic Club last evening, between Dan Hawkins and Dan Mahoney, resulted in a victory for the former. Twenty-nine rounds were fought. Mahoney was barely able to stand on his feet, and he was almost entirely at the mercy of Hawkins during the last few rounds.


1891-02-25 The Record-Union (Sacramento, CA) (page 1)

TWENTY-NINE ROUNDS.
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A FIGHT BETWEEN BANTAM-WEIGHTS AT SAN JOSE.
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Dan Mahoney Knocked Out by Dan Hawkins--Both Participants Badly Punished.
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Special to the Record-Union.

San Jose, Feb. 24.--The fight for the Pacific Coast bantam-weight championship before the San Jose Athletic Club to-night between Dan Hawkins and Dan Mahoney resulted in a victory for the former in the twenty-ninth round. The fight was hard-contested and the best one ever seen in this city.

At the start it seemed that Mahoney was the winner. He did all the fighting, made frequent rushes and kept Hawkins in his own corner most of the time. He kept leading for Hawkins' heart, landing so often that the flesh assumed a blood-red tinge. Finally he abandoned those tactics and paid more attention to Hawkins' jaw, endeavoring to get in a knockout blow. He landed frequently, but with not enough force. He did considerable damage to Hawkins' face, however, as the left side is badly swollen and the left eye nearly closed.

All the rounds previous to the twenty-first seemed in Mahoney's favor, but in this Hawkins took more of the aggressive, and succeeded so well that confidence was inspired, and when time was called for the twenty-second he commenced pounding Mahoney hard. Mahoney was still strong, and the honors were about even until the twenty-fifth, when Mahoney showed some signs of aggressiveness. Hawkins saw his advantage, and rushed his opponent, but Mahoney was not a quitter, and showed that he had lots of fight still in him. He fought hard, but his strength was not equal to the necessity, as he had done too much work at the first. He continued getting groggier and groggier.

In the twenty-seventh it was seen that Hawkins had his man whipped, but though he punched Mahoney right and left, he was not able to down him.

In the twenty-eighth he pushed Mahoney hard and knocked him down once. The call of time saved Mahoney, and his seconds carried him to his corner.

He was able to get to the center of the ring in the twenty-ninth, but in bad shape, and Hawkins rained blows right and left upon him, finally landing a terrible right-hander on the jaw, and Mahoney went down. He made an effort to rise, and succeeded in getting to a sitting posture, but was unable to get upon his feet, and was counted out.

Hawkins' friends were wild with excitement, and carried him to the dressing-room on their shoulders. Hawkins' face is in bad shape. The left eye is closed, the left cheek badly swollen, there is a big swelling under the left ear, and the lower lip is skinned and swollen.

Mahoney is in an equally bad condition. His face is all swollen and skinned, and he has skinned places on his body.

The purse was $400, of which Hawkins gets $325 and Mahoney the remainder. The club rooms were crowded, and there was great enthusiasm throughout the fight.