1912-10-11 Packey McFarland W-TKO7 Tommy Kilbane [Auditorium rink, Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada]

1912-10-12 Manitoba Free Press (Winnipeg, MB, Canada) (page 25)

M'FARLAND FORCES KILBANE TO QUIT
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Packey Outclasses Cleveland Lad in Every Round--Referee Stops Bout in Seventh.
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At the end of seven rounds of boxing that served only to give Winnipeg fight fans an idea of the cleverness of Packey McFarland, Referee Bun Foley stopped the scheduled ten-round bout between the Chicago scrapper and Tommy Kilbane, of Cleveland, and awarded the decision to McFarland, at the Auditorium rink last night. Kilbane was plucky and willing, but was so clearly outclassed that there was never even an element of fight interest. McFarland seemed to be looking for a knockout toward the end of the seventh and punished the Cleveland lad so severely that it would not have taken much of a real punch to make him take the count.

Only a fair-sized crowd saw the bout, and it demonstrated that the peddling of even the best boxers in the world to Winnipeg fans is a thankless business. McFarland is without doubt the best man of his weight in the business, but Winnipeg enthusiasts failed to show the interest that usually attaches to the appearance of a champion.

KILBANE OUTCLASSED.

Kilbane looked small and weak compared with the brawny Chicago boy, and although he boxed cleverly and took all that was coming, he was completely smothered every time he tried to open up. Packey landed at will, and when he got tired landing light punches and gentle swings, he turned Kilbane around and cuffed him about the ears with an ease that showed there was no comparison between the two. Occasionally Packey opened out with a heavy rip to the body or a straight left that nearly always found its mark, but he did not follow up with any effort at a knockout until the seventh, when he apparently objected to the criticisms of the crowd at the slowness of the affair. When he began to put some steam into his punches Kilbane weakened rapidly and Referee Foley was undoubtedly well justified in stopping it.

PACKEY THE GOODS.

The whole interest in the bout centred in the appearance of McFarland, his first in Canada. He looked big and heavy and must have weighed well over 140, but he appeared hard and rugged and although never extended, showed fast as a cat when he took the notion. He is a methodical boxer, beautifully clean and effective in every move he makes and in this respect is to be compared only with Abe Attell among the scrappers who have visited Winnipeg in recent years. Every move the Chicago boy makes is for a purpose and there is not a waste motion. For this reason he does not look as fast as Freddie Welsh, but when necessary he showed speed, both with feet and hands, that showed that he is as fast as the best of them. He had no difficulty in stopping most of Kilbane's leads and swings with his arms and gloves and there was therefore little chance to see just what his defensive work is. He hits with lightning speed with either hand, and from any position, and against a heavier opponent would undoubtedly have given Winnipeg fans something to talk about, as he was apparently willing to work if there was any work to do.

THE PRELIMINARIES.

The preliminaries were fairly interesting. Young Abe Attell and Jack Allen, two youngsters, mixed things for 4 rounds without either doing much damage. Young Wolgast and Young Mack put the crowd in good humor. Mack, who was much bigger and heavier than his opponent, opened like a cyclone, but once Wolgast got his bearings he made the big fellow slow up and in the last four rounds had much the best of the bout. Fargo Kid and Johnny Logan two likely looking boys, hammered away at each other for 6 rounds with both doing about an equal amount of damage.


1912-10-12 The Winnipeg Tribune (Winnipeg, MB, Canada) (page 6)

REFEREE BUN FOLEY STOPS BOXING BOUT AFTER SEVEN ROUNDS
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Crowd Goads Packey McFarland Into Trying for a Knockout and With Tommy Kilbane Hanging Limply on Ropes Third Man in Ring Terminates Contest
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Boxers are human beings after all--human beings whose emotions are but playthings in the hands of the hempen arena guild. It is said with a certain degree of truth that men of the gloves see only their opponent, not a sea of eager faces fringing the ringside, and that the roars and shouts of the crowd are but a meaningless rumble. Perhaps. Some boxers may fulfill an engagement and see only the men in front of them, and occasionally the referee, and hear nothing, but this does not apply to Packey McFarland.

Packey has ears of wondrous sharpness, and the sounds outside the gladiatorial square reach him with crystal clearness. Packey last night seemed willing enough to make his bout with Tommy Kilbane at the Auditorium rink last, but the crowd willed otherwise. Spectators gave evidence early in the fray that they wanted a slugging match, not an exhibition of boxing.

Forgetting the masterly display of glove work, spectators clamored for the sterner side of the game--the knockout. They were not content to see the cleverest of all present day boxers exhibit his art.

WANTED A KNOCKOUT.

They wanted a knockout. And they almost goaded McFarland into satiating their venomous desire. Not that they entertained a spirit of animosity toward Tommy Kilbane. The game little Cleveland boy was the friend of all, yet they were disdainful toward McFarland--and voiced the feeling that they wouldn't be satisfied unless Packey scored a knockout. Human nature is peculiar--an enigma that cannot be solved.

McFarland outboxed Kilbane in every round. It was obvious to all after the first three minutes of milling that Kilbane was in a different class to McFarland. Packey knew this, too, and while he meted out considerable punishment about the face and body his purpose evidently was not to win too quickly.

But the crowd was not content. About the fifth round spectators commenced shouting at McFarland. They didn't go to see a burlesque, they said. And all the time McFarland was controlling that little something which in some fighters is called the brutal instinct.

PACKEY TRIED TO PLEASE.

McFarland heard the comment of the crowd as well as the men in the press box. And he was incited into an onslaught on Kilbane in the seventh round, which would have probably never materialized had not the crowd shouted for slugging. Packey then threw all restraint aside and instead of continuing in the role of the boxer who had pity on an opponent immeasurably beneath his own standard he tore into Kilbane. To please the crowd McFarland beat Kilbane about the ring. He ripped in rights and lefts so fast that it was difficult to keep count of them and when the bell rang Kilbane was resting limply on the ropes.

Kilbane would have come up all right in the eighth round. He appears to have that gameness which is above anything associated with repugnance in a boxer. It wasn't necessary for Kilbane to take more grueling, however, for with the sound of the bell Referee Bun Foley stepped between the men and waved them to their corners. Seeing that Kilbane was so palpably outclassed, Referee Foley, with the same judicious judgment that has characterized him in the past, stopped the bout. It will probably be recorded as a knockout for McFarland, for such is the ritual of the game.

McFARLAND A MASTER.

McFarland must be seen to be appreciated. It is common for the scholar after graduating from the highest seats of learning to be called a master. That's McFarland. He cannot be taught anything in boxing, so that it would only be a waste of time to try and explain why he excels all other glove men in skill. Some may think Freddie Welsh is faster, but their only reason for that would hinge around a difference in style of footwork. Welsh dances in, out and around an opponent. Packey is more firmly set in deportment, but his hands and feet move with lightning like rapidity. Not as showily as Welsh, perhaps, but the different style gives Packey more driving power. The fact that he can hit so hard and still retain a marvelous defence is the real secret why Packey McFarland is peerless in the 135-pound class of boxers.

WHAT WOLGAST SAID.

"I know I'm in for a lickin', but I'll get a big slice of money out of it."

That's what Ad Wolgast is reported to have said after signing articles with McFarland a few weeks ago. This admission coming from Wolgast helps smooth out the wrinkles for Kilbane. He need not feel ashamed of his efforts when the lightweight champion of the world made the candid statement that he would be beaten in a ten round go with Packey.

McFarland pressed Kilbane nearly every second. Tommy was crowded to the ropes and he couldn't escape from the rights and lefts that McFarland showered. Packey had a habit of forcing Tommy into the corners and there was no escape for the Clevelander. Three times Kilbane tried to scurry away from McFarland and each time his knees touched the canvas. Tommy was nervous, though game as a pebble. It was nervousness and the knowledge that he was inferior which made Kilbane slip to the floor.

COULDN'T HIT PACKEY.

Seldom did Kilbane lay his gloves on Packey. It was all McFarland from the first to the last gong which closed the dramatic incidents of the seventh round. Many wondered how it was that Tommy made such a good showing against Packey in their previous encounter. That can only be regarded as one of the inexplicable mysteries of the ring.

A big crowd was present and spectators saw some lively milling in the prelims. In the first four round affair Young Abe Attell and Jack Allen gave a good account of themselves. Honors were about even, Attell having a shade. In the second go Young Mace started to rush Young Wolgast and slam him about the ring. This he succeeded in doing in the first round, but in the second Wolgast met all rushes with punches on the face and before the bell he had Mace slowed up. The last two rounds were also Wolgast, so that he finished with a good margin.

LIVELY SEMI-WINDUP.

In the six round semi-windup the Fargo Kid and Johnny Logan exhibited fast work and plenty of slugging. It was about a stand off, although a knockdown to the credit of Logan gave him just a trifle the better of the argument. Logan hurt his wrist in the fifth in delivering a wicked smash, and was handicapped a little in the closing round. But Foley refereed all bouts in his own efficient manner.

Old vs. New

1918-10-26 The Rockford Republic (Rockford, IL) (page 7)

HIGH PRAISE FOR NEW FIGHTERS BY FORMER SCRAPPER
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Jimmy Barry, Former Bantamweight Champion, Says Boxers in Training Camps Are a Revelation to Him.
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BY ED. W. SMITH.

Score one for the modern boxer! Make it a big one!

Jimmy Barry, former bantamweight champion of the world and one of the greatest fighting men among the midgets that the world ever saw, believes that the modern boxing star has it on the old timers of his day at least. Further, Jimmy is ablize with enthusiasm about the boxing man of today and says that the scribes, who are arguing that the fighter of today is nowhere near as good as the ones of a decade back, don't know what they are talking about.

There is some weight to Jimmy's words since he retired from the game practically unbeaten after whipping everything in his class as well as everything within ten pounds of his heft. Further Jim in his day was closely allied with some of the greatest fighting men of that time and knew them well. Hence, his opinion is well worth considering. Barry told me all about it the other day when he returned from Camp Gordon, Ga., where he had been with the army boxing instructors for a couple of weeks.

"Got It On Old Boys."

"What I saw at Camp Gordon was the biggest sort of a revelation to me," the ex-champ said. "I've got to admit it now though I never did before. They've got it on us, these boys who do the boxing today. They're so good that the old timers like myself must admit that we never at any time approached them in form or style or anything else excepting perhaps the hitting power. Of course that will ever remain the same for a punch is a punch the world over, today or fifty years back or fifty years hence.

"I shadow-boxed with Benny Leonard down there and what a wonder he is, to be sure! He had a broken hand, received in the second round of his recent fight with Ted Lewis, and couldn't put the gloves on. But he showed me enough to make me think, and think deeply. He boxes exactly the style we all used to use twenty years ago. He never takes a punch in order to land one. He gets away from all of them if he can, relying on his own speed and skill to get home his own blows. And he has the science of punching down better than any of the old timers I can remember--straight to the point, never wasting any in wild swings.

"It is of such past masters of boxing as Johnny Kilbane, Mike Gibbons and Packey McFarland I would speak particularly. Say, my boys, they've got a lot of stuff that I never heard of when I was fighting. Their stuff was never in any book. It is all their own.

Hit from All Angles.

"Here's the angle: We used to go straight, always in position with left leg and arm advanced, always hitting out straight and as true as possible. Now, these fellows not only do that, but suddenly they start hitting out from angles that we would have considered impossible. Gibbons can hit you no matter in what position his feet or hands are. So can Kilbane and so can Packey.

"I was simply amazed when I saw them going and couldn't believe it. Mike is a real master but Packey is different. He has a style all his own, like nobody's I ever saw, and it is effective. I saw him box, once with Willie Ritchie and once with Harry Brewer of Kansas City. It was the biggest treat I have had in years. Stuff? Why, it's unbelievable. You've seen fellows with stuff, haven't you, who couldn't use it? Well, these birds use it, believe me.

"Jack Twin Sullivan was there and dozens of other old timers. Jack is going great despite his years. He is a wonderful fellow to have around because he is such a great entertainer. The tests are tremendous and it takes a strong man to get by. I failed, but blame that on my poor health. I simply was not big or strong enough."

1912-05-29 Packey McFarland ND10 Ray Bronson [Independence Ball Park, Indianapolis, IN, USA]

1912-05-30 The Indianapolis Star (Indianapolis, IN) (page 10)

Big Crowd Witnesses Boxing Bouts at Washington Park.
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BRONSON HANDS PACKEY SURPRISE
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Makes Low Weight and Holds His Own in Bout With Clever Chicagoan.
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CHICK HAYES TAKES COUNT
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Popular Bantamweight Runs Into Punch and Loses to Young Herman.
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BY H. G. COPELAND.

Packey McFarland had his hands full last night when he met Ray Bronson in a ten-round, no-decision bout before 8,000 enthusiastic ring fans at Washington Park. Packey, it was announced, was coming to Indianapolis for a big guarantee and thirty minutes of good exercise. He got them both, but it's a big question whether a referee would have given him anything more had a decision been given.

Bronson is entitled to credit for the battle he put up, for he entered the ring only a few minutes after little Chick Hayes, his protege and close friend, had unexpectedly been knocked out in the second round by Young Herman, the hard-hitting bantamweight from Pekin, Ill. The defeat of Hayes didn't unnerve Ray, but he was sorely disappointed over the youngster's defeat, and he waded into his own battle as if he had Hayes's conqueror in front of him instead of McFarland.

The big contest was not three rounds under way before the clever McFarland learned he had a task on his hands, and he knew he would be fortune to get a shade in the battle.

Packey used his punishing left hand to good advantage, but that is about as far as he got.

BRONSON'S FOOTWORK FAST.

He bruised Bronson's mouth when he got through with his left jab time after time, but Ray's footwork was so fast and clever that McFarland couldn't do a thing with his bread-winning right uppercut. In the work at close range Ray really had the better of the argument and at no time was he in danger, for McFarland wasn't there with the punch. There was only one knockdown--if it could be called a knockdown--in the contest. It came in the third round, when Packey sent a right hook to Bronson's jaw and Ray sat down, only to bounce up and tear into the stock yards champion.

Bronson entered the ring at 9:40 and McFarland followed a moment later while Battling Nelson was making a speech.

Emil Thiry, McFarland's manager, and Packey's brother Johnny and his cousin Johnny were in his corner. Jack Dillon and Walter Owens were Bronson's chief seconds.

Two decisive defeats by the knockout route marked the two preliminary bouts and put the big crowd on edge for the main go.

Honors went to the boys with a punch, for the punch decided the first two battles. Freddie Cole showed he still carries a wallop, when he put Bobby Long down and out in the fifth round of the first bout, and a popular idol was badly disfigured when young Herman knocked out Chick Hayes in the second round of the second contest. The end came before the second round was one minute old. Herman lived up to all his press agent promises when he caught Hayes on the chin with a right smash and Hayes was the same as finished. It would have been better had he stayed down the first time, for he was so dazed he was unable to save himself by ring generalship and was forced to take a severe beating.

MANY "LIGHTS" IN CROWD.

There were numerous pugilistic luminaries at the ringside, and Battling Nelson was among those present. Before the Hayes-Herman bout began the grand stand was about half filled, the ringside seats were taken and there were several hundred spectators in the left field bleachers.

There was only a short delay before the principals faced each other for the big bout of the evening. Tom Dillon, the club's referee, was the third man in the ring and in the main bout Ed W. Smith, a Chicago boxing critic, was the referee.

Bronson and McFarland weighed in at 138 pounds at Dan Smith's at noon and Bronson surprised the spectators by his fine physical condition. He stepped on the scales clad in his underwear and did not tip the beam. McFarland, who was supposed to be under weight, was forced to strip to the last thread and then spit to keep within the required figure. As soon as he weighed in, Bronson partook of a nice, juicy steak and then jumped into his automobile and went out to his home near Riverside, where he spent the afternoon. McFarland took an automobile trip in the afternoon to get his mind off the coming battle. Both boys expressed confidence in their ability before they entered the ring.

LONG AND HAYES KNOCKED OUT.

Bobby Long entered the ring at 8:40. Referee Tommy Dillon and Freddie Cole followed a moment later.

Boxing fever was high and the steady stream of spectators which poured into the stands made it one of the biggest crowds that ever witnessed a ring contest here. There was little betting on the outcome of the main bout, although McFarland was the ruling favorite.

It was 8:40 when the announcer bellowed through his megaphone, and the first bout was on.

Cole and Long looked to be in good shape. They were cautious in the first round. Toward the close they mixed it and honors were even.

There was more action in the second, but neither boy gained a lead. Cole's cleverness in blocking saved him punishment.

Long had a slight shade in the third, getting in the cleaner blows and forcing most of the milling. It was nip and tuck in the fourth, with Long taking the lead by his aggressive tactics. Cole finished strong and opened a cut over Long's eye, gaining an even break.

Long rushed into a right swing that all but put him down in the fifth, and was cautious, but Cole sent a right and left to the head and Long began to weaken. A right swing to the jaw put Long down and out.

CHICK'S CLEVERNESS FAILS.

Hayes and Herman entered the ring at 9:15 o'clock. Harry Donahue was in Herman's corner. Larry Donovan and "Bob" Barnes looked after Hayes. Herman is a stocky little chap and stripped like a wrestler.

The little fellows lost no time in going to work. Hayes was too clever for Herman in the first round. In the infighting Herman got in a right uppercut, but Hayes made him miss a right swing and step into a left punch that slowed him up. The round was even.

Then Hayes met his Waterloo. He relied on his cleverness to save him, but he stepped into one of Herman's right swings to the chin which sent him to the floor with a thud. He managed to get up at the count of nine, but a right and left to the jaw sent him down in a heap. The little fellow arose and staggered about the ring. Herman urged the referee to stop the bout and then drove Hayes to the ropes, and, since Hayes was helpless, the bout was stopped.

The fact that Ray Bronson, Chick's tutor, was not in Hayes' corner lessened his chances and Chick made the mistake of swapping punches with the hard hitting Illinois boy after outboxing Herman in the first round. It was the first time Hayes had lost decisively and the first time he ever had been knocked out.

Herman was unmarked at the close of the bout, and before he left the ring he went over to Hayes's corner, where Chick's seconds were working over him, and shook hands with the boy he defeated.

Round by Round History of Big Battle Between Ray Bronson and McFarland.
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ROUND 1--It was 9:41 when the principals came to the center of the ring to receive instructions from Referee Smith in a drizzling rain. They shook hands and sparred. Bronson put in two light left jabs in the clinch. Packey tried a right uppercut and missed twice. Bronson swung right for the head and left for the body and stepped away from an uppercut. Ray forced the fighting and landed half a dozen rights to the kidneys. He sent a hard right to McFarland's head and stepped away from an uppercut. McFarland sent a left to the wind and they clinched. Bronson sent his right to the head, and in the clinch McFarland sent an uppercut to the face. McFarland rushed and sent right to the face and crowded Ray into his corner, sending a right to the face. Again he rushed and jarred Bronson with a right to the face. They were sparring in McFarland's corner at the bell.

The round was fairly even, but McFarland was forcing matters at the bell.

ROUND 2--Bronson rushed in with a left to the face and worked his right to the body. He slipped to the floor in missing a swing, and McFarland hit him before he arose, and they shook hands. McFarland sent right and left to the jaw and apparently dazed Bronson, but a moment later Ray worked his horseshoe punch and nearly took McFarland off his feet. He rushed Ray to the ropes and Ray came back strong using a left to the jaw. They clinched and Packey sent his right to Ray's wind. The blow looked low, and the referee cautioned him. Ray jabbed and tried for a right cross and missed. McFarland wrapped a right around Bronson's neck and they slugged, and Ray more than held his own in the rough work.

The round was even.

ROUND 3--Bronson rushed in with left to the stomach and they sparred. A right hook to Bronson's head pushed him, and he ducked a left swing and ducked a right swing, and they exchanged rights. In the fierce milling that followed McFarland sent Ray to the floor, but he bounced up like a rubber ball. Packey sent a left to the face and they both missed right swings to jaw. Bronson used his right to the kidneys in the clinch. McFarland sent two lefts to the face, and missed right swings. McFarland sent a back-hand right to Bronson's face as the gong sounded.

The round was a little in Packey's favor.

ROUND 4--McFarland sent a light left to the jaw and missed right and left swings. Both missed swings and McFarland sent a light back-hand right to Bronson's face. They slugged and exchanged rights to the jaw. Bronson had the better of the infighting. McFarland got a right and left to the head, but Bronson ducked and avoided danger. McFarland rushed Bronson to the ropes, but Ray clinched and worked out of danger. Bronson sent two lefts to Packey's face and in the clinch McFarland again hit low. Bronson ducked two left swings and caught a right to the head.

Honors were fairly even, with the shade in Bronson's favor.

ROUND 5--They sparred in the fifth and McFarland missed two swings. Packey whipped his left to the wind in a clinch and jarred Bronson with an uppercut. They exchanged right and left swings. After an exchange of lefts to the face, they exchanged rights to the body and worked more cautiously. Packey sent his right to the head and shook Ray with a stiff left to the face. In a clinch Bronson played for the kidneys and in the breakaway caught a hard left to the face and they clinched.

McFarland had the shade.

ROUND 6--They went into a clinch and Ray sent two rights to the head which forced Packey to clinch. Packey rushed Ray to the ropes, and Bronson backed away from a vicious uppercut. Packey sent three lefts to Bronson's mouth and a moment later whipped a left to the wind. Bronson sent a stiff left to McFarland's face and caught a hard right to the chin, which sent him to the ropes, but he bounded back and mixed at close quarters. Bronson caught a stiff right to the face and missed a right swing. McFarland sent two lefts to the face and they clinched at the bell.

Honors were fairly even in this round.

Both boys were going strong and up to this time neither had a decided advantage. Bronson was bleeding from the nose, and McFarland had two big bruises over his left eye.

ROUND 7--Bronson rushed in and they clinched. McFarland got through Ray's guard with a left jab to the sore face, repeating the trick half a dozen times. He came out of a clinch and McFarland sent another left to the face and a moment later sent a right to the head. Bronson rushed Packey to the ropes, but no damage was done. Bronson missed a right swing and caught a right to the head. McFarland rushed Bronson with two lefts to the face, and a moment later sent right and left to the head.

McFarland's round. McFarland used his left to good advantage and had Ray's mouth sore.

ROUND 8--They exchanged rights and Packey got through with right and left. Bronson used his right to the kidneys in the clinch. McFarland sent his right to the face. McFarland sent a hard right to the jaw and McFarland fell into a clinch. Both missed right swings. Ray sent right to the wind and went into clinch. McFarland sent right to the head and rushed Bronson to the ropes. McFarland's left again found Bronson's mouth, and they were sparring at the bell.

McFarland had the shade in this round, although Bronson did not seem to be the least distressed.

ROUND 9--They worked into a clinch and both missed swings when they broke. McFarland planted two stiff lefts to Bronson's jaw. Bronson missed a swing and slipped to the floor. They worked at long range with little damage. McFarland sent three lefts and a right to the head and they clinched, both playing for the body. They clinched again and, on the breakaway, Ray rushed Packey to the ropes and swung three lefts for the head, bringing cheers from the crowd. McFarland rushed, but Bronson kept out of danger and they were fighting close at the bell.

The round was even.

ROUND 10--They shook hands and rushed into a clinch. Packey rushed Ray to the ropes, but no damage was done. McFarland missed an uppercut. Ray put three lefts to the head and a right to the body. Ray missed a right swing and they clinched. They exchanged lefts to the face and then clinched, sending rights to the body. They exchanged blows and clinched. They worked to the center of the ring in a clinch as the bell sounded.

Honors were even and the bout was a draw.

1912-05-15 Packey McFarland ND6 Young Erne [National Athletic Club, Philadelphia, PA, USA]

1912-05-16 The Evening Times (Pawtucket, RI) (page 2)

M'FARLAND SIMPLY TOYS WITH ERNE
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PHILADELPHIA, May 14.--Packey McFarland, Chicago, and Young Erne, Philadelphia, fought six rounds before the National A. C. last night, and the Chicago boy made Erne look like a novice.

From the beginning of the fight until the sixth round the spectators continually shouted, "Take 'em off." It looked as though McFarland was not doing his best, and so it proved, for at the beginning of the closing round Packey jabbed and uppercut Erne so persistently that he almost had him out at the close of the fight.

In the first three rounds Erne did not lay a glove on McFarland.

In the fourth Erne hooked a hard right to the jaw, but McFarland simply smiled and sent Erne's head back with a straight left.

In the fifth round Packey went after his man, but he did not put any force into his blows, nearly all of them being with the open hand.

When he started in with the sixth he made Erne's head rock from side to side and bob up and down until the Philadelphia man did not know which way to duck.


1912-05-16 The Philadelphia Inquirer (Philadelphia, PA) (page 10)

MORE EASY MONEY FOR M'FARLAND
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Chicago Lad Toys With Young Erne in Bout That Is Real Funny
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Local Lad Is Outclassed From the Start Not Even Mussing Packey's Hair in Six Rounds
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The little pink tea party given last evening at the National A. C. by Mr. Packey McFarland, of Chicago, and Young Erne, of this city, which was attended by several thousands of their admirers, the honors were so easily copped by Packey that a large section of the crowd started to get their wraps before the last course had been served. And in making an early departure the unfortunates missed the only bit of realism of the entertainment. At no time was there any danger of the police interfering because of ungentlemanly or brutal conduct on the part of the contestants, but when the final bell sounded Erne was decidedly frapped. Had the bout continued a minute or so longer he might have needed assistance to descend from the ring.

When the curtain went up, the referee in introducing the entertainers announced that they had both complied with the requirements and weighed in at 3 P. M. at 138 pounds. Then the festivities started, and many a good laugh was enjoyed by those who had paid well for the privilege. To start things and just to feel out the humor of his opponent, McFarland playfully tapped Erne on the face with his left. Whereupon Erne covered up, and Packey again striking his glove to the face turned his man around and planted a punch on the back of Yi Yi's head.

It was rather unexpected, pleasantly and it amused the crowd, but when the visitor from Chicago continued his playful tactics and then stood in front of his petrified opponent laughing and refusing to hit him there was a real shout.

It was not until the third round that Erne essayed to make a break for freedom. He launched a right swing with terrific force. Packey ducked and the force of the blow carried Erne off his pins and landed him on his knees. In the next round Erne missed right and left swings and nearly went over the ropes.

There were some among the onlookers who were in favor of Mr. McGuigan taking them off the stage, but the bout continued. At the start of the fifth Erne cut a flash and did a little boring in. His nose was badly handled by McFarland in the melee.

Everyone expected something to break loose in the sixth and they were not disappointed. After the first minute of quiet, Erne started to do things. He rushed in and landed a good punch on Packey's snoot that brought the claret. Then the real thing began. McFarland cut loose and hammered Erne all over the ring, landing rights to body and lefts to head. Three times he put left swings to the head and followed it up with a right swing to the body that opened up Erne's safety valve and he lost all his steam. He was driven to the ropes and pasted good and hard as the bell rang.


1912-05-16 Trenton Evening Times (Trenton, NJ) (page 14)

PACKEY M'FARLAND BEAT YOUNG ERNE
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PHILADELPHIA, May 16.--Packey McFarland again demonstrated his superiority over Young Erne of this city, by outpointing the local youth in a six-round bout at the National A. C. last night.

The scrap was hardly up to what might have been expected of this pair of heavy lightweights. At no time during the entire six rounds did Erne appear to have a chance with the shifty "Stockyards Champion," and he covered in every round to save himself.

McFarland was never forced to extend himself, but kept Erne on the defensive by the almost constant use of a straight left jab. Packey also seemed a trifle merciful toward the local entry, and several times used light slaps when opportunities for heavier wallops presented themselves.

Both men were in excellent condition at the start. They made the required weight of 138 pounds at 3 o'clock and started the bout in careful style.

Toward the end of the fourth round Erne tried to overcome the lead held by his opponent, but his attempts to rush McFarland were useless. The Middle Westerner sent him back each time with jabs, and could have done more serious damage had he so desired.

1912-05-09 Packey McFarland W-RTD5 Johnny Connolly [Colonial Athletic Association, Fall River, MA, USA]

1912-05-10 The Boston Journal (Boston, MA) (page 9)

Packey Makes Connolly Run Away in Fifth Round

Fall River, May 9.--The ludicrous sight of a so-called champion boxer scampering through the ropes to seek the seclusion of a dressingroom was presented here tonight when Packey McFarland of Chicago made Johnny Connolly, alleged Scotch champion, quit at the close of the fifth round.

The bout was scheduled to go ten rounds, but from the outset it was apparent that Packey had his man whipped. He toyed with Connolly, jabbing, punching and man-handling him at will. Connolly never laid a glove on McFarland's head or body, but took his medicine patiently till the close of the fifth, when he clambered out of the ring to escape punishment.


1912-05-10 The Evening Standard (Ogden, UT) (page 2)

SCOTTISH "CHAMPION" RUNS OUT OF RING
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Fall River, Mass., May 10.--Johnnie Connolly, the Scotch lightweight champion, showed the white feather in the middle of what was to have been a ten-round bout with Packey McFarland, the Chicago lightweight, before 2000 members of the Colonial A. A. and their friends last night.

He acted like a beaten man in first confronting his opponent, who treated him as a novice on discovering his weakness and turned the contest into a burlesque.

During the five rounds Connolly landed but two blows that were at all effective.

Before the bell rang for the sixth round, without saying a word to his managers or trainers, he jumped over the ropes and beat it for the dressing room and refused to continue.


1912-05-10 The Evening Times (Pawtucket, RI) (page 2)

CONNOLLY HURDLES RING TO AVOID GAFF
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Runs Away from Packy McFarland After Fifth Round of Fall River Bout.
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FALL RIVER, Mass., May 10.--Packey McFarland was so far ahead of Johnny Connolly of Boston, former champion of Scotland, in their 10-round bout last night before the Colonial Club that it was a farce. Connolly was scared to death before he entered the ring and after serving as a punching bag for five rounds he sneaked through the ropes and beat it for the dressing room during the minute rest between the fifth and sixth rounds. His manager and seconds intercepted him and attempted to drag him back into the ring, but the Scot raised his hands as if to say "Never again," and continued on his way amid the hoots of the 2000 bugs assembled.

Packey was a revelation to local fans, his jabs and swings reaching their mark each time. What little footwork he displayed was marvelous. Connolly landed lightly once or twice in the whole five rounds, while McFarland beat a steady tattoo on the face and body of his opponent and could have put him away easily any time he desired after the gong sounded in the first round.


1912-05-10 The Lowell Sun (Lowell, MA) (page 9)

PACKEY McFARLAND
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SIMPLY TOYED WITH SCOTCH CHAMPION.

FALL RIVER, May 10.--Packey McFarland, the Chicago Whirlwind, gave a five-round exhibition here last night against Johnny Connolly, announced as the champion of Scotland. The bout was slated to go ten rounds, but at the end of the fifth round Connolly ran out of the ring.

He had been smashed all over the ring for 15 minutes and he concluded that he would not be made a mark any longer. He knew that he was outclassed and no one denied that fact. As soon as the bell rang at the end of the fifth, Connolly walked to his corner and then started to crawl through the ropes. He managed to get half-way through, when his manager caught hold of him and tried to keep him from starting for the dressing room. He persisted, however, and finally broke away from his trainer and ran for his clothes.

1911-03-20 Packy McFarland W-TKO4 Syracuse Billy Ryan [Oswego City Athletic Club, Richardson Theater, Oswego, NY, USA]

1911-03-21 The Oswego Palladium (Oswego, NY) (page 3)

RYAN NO MATCH FOR M'FARLAND
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Big Crowd Saw Bouts in Theatre Last Night.
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Hugh Ross Pleased the Crowd With His Clever Work and the Only Regret Was That He Didn't Have a Worthy Opponent--Program a Disappointment.

Syracuse Billy Ryan didn't have the chance of a snowball in those regions that none of us hope to see, against Packy McFarland last night. Scheduled to go ten rounds in the main event of the card of the Oswego City A. C. at the theatre, Walter Ryan, Billy's Brother, threw up the sponge in the fourth round after the stockyard's champion had toyed with his man like a cat with a mouse. It was a case of one of the cleverest boxers in the country, in his prime, standing up against an old man who was never, at his best, more than a third rater and the result was inevitable.

All in all, the program was a disappointment to the 1,400 fans who filled about three quarters of the theatre. The only real fight of the evening was the first preliminary between Tony Guzzo, of this city, and Kid Long, of Syracuse, both Italians. They didn't know much about the fine points of the game, but they were in for blood and fought four hard rounds. Long, who also goes by the name of Ferrera had height, weight and reach on Guzzo, but the Oswego boy was there with a left that couldn't be countered. He was the fresher of the two when the bout ended and the go was a good draw.

Bobby Pittsley, of Norwich, who is a regular little horse, met "Kid" Fisher, of New York, in the second preliminary. Fisher's face belied his nickname unless there is such a thing as a thirty-year-old kid. They were to go ten rounds at 128 pounds. The Kid had a peculiar two-armed, short jab style of fighting that it took Bobby a couple of rounds to fathom, but after that there was nothing to it with the Norwich boy. Fisher, stalling, on the advice of his manager, Dan McMahon, lasted the third round, but was all but out in the fourth when Referee Tom Cawley stopped the bout.

It is too bad that Hugh "Kid" Ross wasn't pitted against a man somewhere near his equal in the semi-final. His opponent was Jack Clark, of Scranton and Philadelphia, and they were to go ten rounds at catch weights. The Kid is as smooth and clever a boy as has ever been seen in this city and his friends were agreeably surprised at his increased speed, confidence and general knowledge of the fine points of the game. Clark, who was a big, husky youth, faded after fighting less than two minutes, Ross putting a right to the stomach and a left to the jaw that took all the fight out of the Quaker, who fell gracefully to the floor and refused to get up. Those who were close enough to see the ginger behind the Kid's blows didn't hardly blame him.

It was a little after ten o'clock when Cawley came out with the gloves for the main event. Ryan entered the ring first, and had behind him his brother Walter, Joe Uvanni, Howard Morrow and Kid Julian. McFarland followed five minutes later and was given a big reception. His manager, Emil Thiry, was his chief adviser. Yank Sullivan, of Syracuse, was the timekeeper. Packy jumped to the center of the ring when the gong sounded, supremely confident. Ryan was cautious, and the first round was slow, McFarland contenting himself with slapping his opponent without closing his fist.

In the second he put on a little more steam and gave a marvelous exhibition of ducking, side-stepping and countering. Ryan's blows, which didn't have juice enough to do any damage anyway, never got inside his guard. Packey aimed only at the Syracusan's face and had the latter's complexion a pretty deep red when the bell rang.

In the third both went to the floor in a funny mix-up. Ryan swung so hard with his right, and didn't hit anything, that he lost his balance and McFarland tripped over him. Then Packey started in to clean up. He made a monkey of the old man from then on and had to ask Cawley to cut the third round short, he seeing that Ryan was about all in.

In the fourth and final round Ryan didn't do anything but try to guard himself and he was at all successful in that. Packey battered his head and face and the Saltine was a pleased boy when his brother took a hand and tossed the sponge in the ring. Packy on the other hand had hardly worked up a perspiration. The stockyards champion had a little on Ryan in weight and a good deal in height and reach. They were matched to go ten rounds at catch weights.

The theatre proved an ideal place for the battle. The ring was pitched in the middle of the stage and there were raised seats on three sides, so that every one, including those on the stage and in the house got a good view of the battle. There was no smoking allowed and fine order prevailed. After the fight McFarland was the center of a big crowd. "I fought as clean as I could and used Ryan as well as I knew how," he said. About 200 came down from Syracuse and Fulton for the fight and there was also quite a delegation from Palaski, Watertown and surrounding towns. Among those who occupied a ringside seat was Harold McGrath, the Syracuse writer.


1911-03-21 The Post-Standard (Syracuse, NY) (page 12)

M'FARLAND WINS OVER RYAN IN FOUR ROUNDS; REFEREE STOPS BOUT
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Peer of Lightweights Easily Outclasses Syracuse Boy--Latter's Brother Tosses Sponge Into Ring--Ryan Badly Punished.
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Special to The Post-Standard.

OSWEGO, March 20.--Packy McFarland of Chicago made Billy Ryan of Syracuse look like a light preliminary boy in four rounds of their scheduled 10-round go as the feature bout of an all-star card staged by the Oswego City A. C. at the Richardson Theater to-night.

Syracuse Billy was plainly outclassed from the first by the stock yards boxer, and Referee Tom Cawley stopped the fight when Walter Ryan, a brother of the Salt City fighter, tossed a sponge into the ring early in the fourth. Though members of the club, attracted by the appearance of one of the foremost lightweights in the fistic arena, were given a short show for their money, what they did get was well up to the snuff and not one left the theater dissatisfied with the entertainment.

From the first McFarland made Ryan appear like a novice.

While little was done in the early part of the first rounds, save for a few "feelers," the stock yards champion quickly found out what he was up against and then he went after his man in a manner more akin to the situation. Ryan never had a look-in, and the clean blows he landed were few and far between.

Packy side-stepped, blocked, countered and ducked, and rarely did Ryan land hard, save by accident. After Packy had used his left to reach Ryan's jaw, face and nose at will in the first round, Syracuse Billy seemed to lose his nerve and with it his science, and all his side-stepping and clever countering availed him but little.

When Packy really let himself half out he hit Ryan whenever and wherever he wanted to. He rushed Billy all of the way and kept Ryan's back as close to the ropes as possible. Packy's clever ducking of Ryan's wide right and left swings caused much merriment in the audience.

Once, in the third round, Ryan started a wicked right for McFarland's jaw, and when the latter ducked the force of the blow was spent in the air and Billy rolled on the floor. McFarland attempted to uppercut him and fell over the prostrate Syracuse boxer. In the fourth round Ryan landed a single clean cut blow. Continually he ran away from McFarland, and the latter, following well his advantage, rained countless blows upon every part of Ryan's anatomy above the belt.

Cries of "Don't hurt him, Packey," were heard in the early part of the third round.

McFarland rushed Ryan to the ropes from one corner to the other, and at last caught him in Billy's own corner, and landed without hindrance stinging jabs, right and left, to the face and jaw. It was evident that Ryan could not stand the punishment longer, and Syracuse supporters of the Salt City fighter breathed a sigh of relief when Walter Ryan, brother and chief second of the fallen Billy, tossed the sponge into the ring.

Ryan was badly battered about the head, face and ears.

After the bout McFarland, who came through without a scratch and did not stem to work up even a sweat, was the center of an enthusiastic crowd of fight fans who swarmed into the ring, bent upon shaking hands with him. Said Packey to a Post-Standard reporter:

"I have the utmost respect for Billy Ryan, and to tell the truth I fought as clean and used him as well as I knew how."

The entertainment was a success.

Clarke Out in First Round.

Hugh (Kid) Ross of Oswego scored a knockout over Jack Clarke of Philadelphia in the first round of a scheduled ten-round go at catch weights. After a few light taps had been exchanged and after some prancing, Ross sent his left to the stomach. Clarke went down on his knees for some two or three seconds and then stretched out on the floor. Referee Cawley patted him on the back but Clarke refused to get up.

No Match for Pittsley.

Wicked rights to the head with stinging lefts to the jaw landed cleanly by Bobbie Pittsley of Norwich caused the undoing of Kid Fisher of New York in the third round. Robbie had his man going in the first and only the advice of Dan McMahon, manager of the Gothamite, saved the New Yorker.

McMahon signaled in the first for Fisher to hang on and it was only a matter of time before Pittsley landed the finishing touches. Fisher went very groggy in the third and Referee Tom Cawley used good judgment in stopping the milling and giving Pittsley the technical decision.

Decision for Kid Long.

Younk Ferrara of Syracuse, introduced to the fans as Kid Long, won a four-round decision over Tony Guzzo of Oswego in the first preliminary.


1911-03-21 The Syracuse Herald (Syracuse, NY) (page 24)

McFarland a Revelation to Local Boxing Fans
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Chicago Wonder Proves Too Strong and Too Clever for Billy Ryan and Bout at Oswego Is Ended in the Fourth Round--Pitssley and Ross Win.
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BY BECK.

Packy McFarland is all the good things the New York newspaper critics have said of him since his bout in the big town with Owen Moran. Just for safety, add a few nice things on your own account and you'll have Patrick McFarland sized up about right.

Central New York boxing fans were prepared to see Packy show some wonderful form in his bout at Oswego with Billy Ryan last night, but what Packy did show them was a revelation. Billy Ryan was badly beaten, but a defeat at the hands of a man who showed the class of McFarland last night is no disgrace.

Jabbing, uppercutting and swinging, McFarland forced Billy about the ring last night for a little more than three rounds. In the fourth round Walter Ryan, who was acting as hi brother's chief second, tossed in the sponge and the bout was ended.

Possibly Packy McFarland doesn't hit as hard as the late Stanley Ketchel, but he showed last night that he is no weakling when it comes to handing out wallops from any angle. McFarland's work last night was that of the perfect fighting machine.

In justice to Billy Ryan it must be said that he did not make his usual aggressive fight. He was outweighed by McFarland, and from the first gong Packy started in an aggressive campaign. He never gave Billy a chance to become set. Always on top of the Saltine, McFarland pressed in steadily and gradually wore Billy down. Right uppercuts, left hooks and an occasional straight left were rained on Ryan's face.

Both Boxers Are Clever.

In the second round there was a pretty exhibition of sparring and the clever work of both men was attested by the fact that each blocked numerous blows. Near the end of that round Billy got home with a couple of hard swings to the body. In fact, it was the body swings which counted for Ryan last night. Packy guarded his head exceptionally well, but Billy's peculiar left slammed on the ribs many times during the bout.

In the opening round Packy started by leading a left and then repeated a jab, following it with a left swing to the head. Billy swung his right with considerable force but Packy ducked low and Ryan slipped and fell to the floor. Packy sent a straight left to the face and again to the body. He evaded Billy's two swings and jabbed the left to the face again. Packy stepped inside a right swing and they traded rights in close. Billy gave Packy a right uppercut on the jaw and for this he was rushed to the ropes. Packy put a right swing to the head in return for right and left swings to the body. Packy ducked a straight left and then each evaded left swings. Billy jabbed a left to the face at the bell. It was Packy's round.

Stops Packy's Aggressiveness.

Billy hooked two lefts to the body in the second round and then each showed ability in ducking and blocking numerous blows. Billy put lefts to the head and body, and some fast milling in close ensued. Packy ducked a straight left but Billy's right swing went to the head. Billy put right and left swings to the head and for the first time in the bout he stopped Packy's aggressive tactics, but only for a few seconds. Packy came back with a right uppercut and they traded right swings and straight lefts to the face. Twice did Packy's right swing go to Billy's head, while he ducked and dodged Ryan's blows. Packy put right and left uppercuts to the face, drawing blood. Billy hooked his left to the face and took right and left swings to the head. It was McFarland's round but not by a large margin.

McFarland began to get his first real advantage in the third round. Billy blocked four successive straight lefts, and Packy ducked a left swing. Packy jabbed his left to the face and Billy evaded his right. Temporarily adopting Packy's own tactics, Billy rushed the Chicagoan with a left uppercut to the face and a right swing to the body. Packy retaliated with a right swing to the head and ducked Billy's right swing. Packy poked two straight lefts to the face and took right and left swings to the body. Rushing in Packy swung right and left in the face. Packy backed Billy and landed almost at will. Ryan's right went over Packy's head and he lost his balance and fell, Packy tripping over him. Backing, just before the bell, Billy tripped and fell again.

The fourth round saw McFarland pressuring Ryan hard, jabbing, swinging and hooking short but hard blows to the face and head. Billy gave him a few swings to the body, but Packy was not to be denied and after he landed two hard uppercuts on the face Walter Ryan tossed in the sponge and ended the bout.

They Exchanged Compliments.

There was an immediate rush for the ring and both boxers were soon having receptions. McFarland told Ryan that he had gone after him just as he would as if it was for a championship. "I hated to do it, Billy, for they all tell me that you are one swell fellow, but we are both in he boxing business and it was a case of give and take. Let me congratulate you on your clever work to-night."

When he was dressed Ryan had little to say. He realized that he was a bit "off color" last night, but said that Packy is nothing short of a wonder and the best of the dozens of good men that Ryan has faced in the ring during a career of fourteen years.

Jack Clarke of Philadelphia or Scranton, it doesn't matter which, wasn't game for the gruelling punishment dealt out by Hugh Ross in their semi-final, which was carded to go ten rounds. Hugh's right found Clarke's jaw in the first round and it was all over. Ross is showing steady improvement and last night he was against a boy who looked several pounds heavier, but the Oswego lad absolutely outclassed him.

Bobby Pittsley went after "Kid" Fisher of New York with the intention of making quick work of him. Bobby turned the trick in the third round, but there were lively doing when the bout lasted. Fisher was a game fellow and he had a kick in either hand, but was hardly as hard a hitter as Bobby. The first round was even and Bobby had only a shade in the second.

The third round was a slam-bang affair. Pittsley floored Fisher once, but the latter was game and waded right in again. Bobby staggered him around the ring and followed up his openings better last night than in any of his recent contests. Fisher was plainly in distress and Referee Tom Cawley did the right thing by stopping the bout, though Fisher protested against this, claiming that he was still on his feet and had a chance. Against a boy who is not such a hard hitter as Pittsley, Fisher would have put up a fast bout, as he is clever.

Tonny Guzze of Oswego and "Kid" Ferarrao of Syracuse put up an interesting four-round preliminary in which the honors were about even.

Attendance Is Very Poor.

The attendance last night was woefully out of keeping with the calibre of the entertainment. Northern New York "fell down" when it came to turning out an audience that would fill the big Richardson theater. Syracuse did well, and more than 300 fans returned on the special fight train at midnight. Many had gone up on the day trains and about 200 went up last night on the special.

The Oswego City A. C. deserves every congratulation upon the excellent arrangements at the Richardson theater. This big playhouse is one of the most comfortable in the State, and if the fans did miss their smokes they were enjoying seats that seldom fall to the lot of boxing fans. Every seat in the house gave an excellent view of the stage.

Billy Ryan's corner certainly was a gathering place for Central New York ring celebrities. Howard Morrow, Bobby Pittsley, Joe Uvannt, "Kid" Julian and Hugh ROss were chatting with Billy as he made ready for the bout.

Packy McFarland probably weighed 137 to 138 pounds last night, and there is a big question as to whether or not Packy can really make 133 pounds for a lightweight championship contest. Ryan entered the ring a little over 135 pounds.

Packy has relatives at Syracuse, Liverpool, Fulton and other places in Central New York, and he last night expressed a desire to box in Syracuse in the near future.

McFarland, his brother, Johnny and Emil Thiry, his manager, returned to Syracuse on the fight special last night. Packy headed for Chicago early this morning with his brother, while Thiry left for Boston, where he will second Hugo Kelly in a bout there to-night.

1911-03-14 Packey McFarland ND10 Owen Moran (Bronx, NY, USA)

1911-03-15 The Sun (New York, NY) (page 10)

M'FARLAND ALL THE WAY
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AMERICAN FIGHTER EASILY OUTPOINTS OWEN MORAN.
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Remarkable Science of Chicagoan Bewilders British Boxer--Rushing and Slugging by Moran Easily Checkmated--Big Crowd at Fairmont A. C.

A great exhibition of scientific boxing enabled Packy McFarland of Chicago to score a signal victory over Owen Moran of England in a ten round bout at the Fairmont A. C. last night. A crowd that packed the building expected this result, but nobody looked for such a brilliant performance as that shown by the American.

McFarland's wonderful speed was chiefly responsible for his success. He was lightning in attack and defence. With an unerring left he jabbed Moran incessantly and scored the points so rapidly that Moran was at times bewildered. Dancing in and out with remarkable footwork the Chicago lightweight was so fast in landing blows and avoiding them that he was easily the master.

Moran had natural strength and a hard wallop in either hand, but McFarland's defence was so invincible that very few effective blows were driven home. When Moran found that he was outclassed in scientific boxing he tried rushing and slugging, but McFarland knew how to checkmate him at this style with beautiful skill.

McFarland had the better of every round but the first, which was even up. He kept cool under fire and boxed cleanly and fairly. He did not lose his temper and was the sportsman always. Moran was extremely good natured, laughing repeatedly when hit and made no excuses for his defeat.

The bout was purely one in which real science was displayed by both men and as the veteran Charlie White described it, "one of the classiest seen in New York in many years."

When the bout began McFarland, straight as a ramrod, sparred beautifully for a moment. He feinted with puzzling rapidity and then began shooting in light lefts to feel the Britisher out.

As the battle progressed and McFarland's confidence in himself increased he began to speed up to the top notch. Then it was that Moran discovered that he was opposed by one of the greatest boxers the ring has ever produced. McFarland was as quick as a flash. His hands shot in with great precision. If he didn't lead he was blocking or ducking away from heavy swings.

Up to the third round the men were extremely cautious and very few hard blows reached their destination. But in the third round McFarland put in so many clean cut punches that it was then evident that he had taken Moran's measure. Moran rallied in the fourth round and tried to mix it at close quarters. McFarland was equal to this emergency and showed that he knew as much about this kind of fighting as at long range. The fifth round bristled with fast boxing, but there was such a lack of heavy hitting that the crowd showed some displeasure.

In the sixth round McFarland's speed was greater than ever. He forced the issue so persistently that Moran was driven into the ropes, where he fell from the force of a push, not a punch. McFarland had the Englishman beating a retreat under rapid fire tactics in the seventh round, and for a moment it looked as if something serious might happen.

After that great boxing by McFarland carried him further to the front and he won in a blaze of glory. "McFarland was too heavy for me," said Moran after he had dressed. "He was also too quick; I didn't have my usual speed, though I felt good. Packy isn't a hard hitter but I'll admit he is a very clever boxer. I will box him again at 133 pounds at 8 P. M. and I'll bet $5,000 of my own money against $1,000 of his that I can beat him. I want a longer battle, however."

"I had no trouble at all," said McFarland, who was all smiles. "He didn't hit me more than half a dozen times in the whole affair. I was satisfied to outpoint him, for I simply wanted to show my superiority as a boxer. I ate three square meals to-day and yet I only weighed 134 at scaling time. I don't believe I was more than seven pounds heavier than Moran, who is a clever fellow and a dangerous puncher if he can land. But as he couldn't land, why, he lost."

It was estimated that the reservations paid by members reached the $15,000 mark. The boxers received separate sums for their services but the figures were not made public. It was a satisfactory contest in every particular and one that will not be forgotten in a hurry.

McFarland and Moran went to a Russian bath in 125th street at 5 o'clock to weigh in at 135 pounds. McFarland stripped to the buff and did not move the beam when he hopped on the scales. He said he actually weighed 134 pounds. As Moran prepared to weigh Packy smilingly pushed him from the machine.

"You needn't weigh, Owen," said the Chicago boxer, "I know you are well under the limit."

"All right, my boy," responded the little Englishman, putting on his clothes, "I'm much obliged." Moran declared that he didn't carry an ounce more than 129 pounds. The men had dinner at different restaurants and then went to nearby hotels to take naps. McFarland told his friends that he had sprained a tendon in his right ankle several days ago, but that the hurt was not serious and would not interfere with his work. It was closely figured that when the boxers climbed into the ring McFarland would have about eight pounds on Moran, considered a pronounced advantage. Packy was a strong favorite.

The clubhouse in East 137th street neat Third avenue was the gathering place for a big crowd even before the doors were opened. Hundreds of these boxing fans had no idea of trying to get into the building, but they wanted to see the fun. Taxis, autos, carriages and hansoms brought the members to the doors in bunches. The club officials had gray coated policemen on guard and nobody was admitted without a membership ticket.

Inside the building the seats were soon occupied until more than 2,500 members were ready for the fun. Among them were many well known men, including William Travers Jerome, James Mahoney, William S. Devery, Eugene McGuire, Bob Vernon, P. J. Dwyer, J. G. Follansbee, George Considine, Fred Houseman, Tom Sharkey, Dave Johnson, John A. Drake, A. B. Hudson, Anthony Drexel Biddle, Philadelphia Jack O'Brien, Kid McCoy, Tom O'Rourke, Patsey Haley, Jesse McMahon, Ed. McMahon, James Rowe, Willie Shaw, Alderman Brown, Arthur McLean, Alderman C. Smith, Deputy Superintendent of Buildings Halberstand, James Clancy, William Brennan, James Kenny, James Meehan, Jr., James Meehan, Sr., Frederick Humphries, Commissioner Henry Brittner, Assemblyman J. Silverman, former Sheriff Tom Foley, Eddie Curry, Alderman Johnny White, Markie Mayer, William Smith, Honest John Kelly, Max Blumenthal, Bob Rose, Henry Tobin, Sim Walton, Algernon Daingerfield, Joe Vendig, Harlem Tommy Murphy, Tom Costigan, John Walters, Frank Moore, Dick Lee, John J. Murphy, Willie Shea, Edward Barrow, Harry Shafer, One Round Hogan, Dan Tone, Pal Moore, James DeForest, Emil Thiery, TOm Messenger, Joe Norton, Paul Armstrong, Wilson Mizner, Sam Brenner, Abe Attell, Joseph Hughes, Harry Pollok, Lester Doctor, Harry Von Tilzer, Nat Goodwin, George F. Johnson, Ed. Downey, Robert Davis, Sam Lewis, Roach Lewis, Jack Cooper, Dan O'Rourke, W. J. Connor, Gus Rogers, John H. O'Brien, Frank O'Brien, Edgar Murphy, Warren Barbour, Charley White, Ben Coffey, Eddie Foy, Dan O'Reilly, Jakey Josephs, Morris Rose, Michael C. Padden and George Rauchell.

Just before McFarland and Moran appeared One Round Hogan, Frank Klaus, Tommy Maloney, Johnny Marto, Joe Coster and other fistic celebrities were introduced. Then came the star lightweights and the crowd received them with enthusiasm.

McFarland's seconds were his brother Johnny, Young Corbett, Bob Cannon and Emil Thiery. Moran was handled by C. J. Harvey, Jeff Berry, Jimmy Johnston and Fred Sears. The referee was William Joh.

When they stripped for action it was seen that McFarland was a bit taller, with a longer reach. He seemed to be trained very fine. Moran was sturdier in build and, although lighter, he appeared to have plenty of raggedness. They shook hands at 10:30 o'clock.

First Round--They sparred a moment until McFarland moved in with a light left, Moran smothered it. McFarland led again with the same result. As Packy continued to force it, Moran countered on the ribs. McFarland put a slight left on the throat and in a quick mix Moran hooked the right to the ear. They came to close quarters, each punching the body. Then McFarland tried left leads until he found an opening for an uppercut. Moran mixed it to a clinch and on the break they stood off and sparred to the bell, with honors even and no harm done.

Second Round--McFarland quickly put in lefts to the nose and mouth, dancing away from a hard counter. He cut out the pace with more jabs until Moran clinched. Then Moran rushed with a double swing, Packy backing to the ropes. They exchanged swings on the head and McFarland put hot shot into the stomach. Moran clinched and McFarland used a free hand. Packy was so fast in his attack that the Briton received several swift jabs in the face. Then Moran began to cut loose, but he found that McFarland had a superb defence. It was pretty work with the round in McFarland's favor.

Third Round--McFarland put a sharp left on the ear and bored in to a clinch. Moran rushed, but the Chicago man ducked and clinched with great skill. At short range they both used body blows and then at long range Moran missed a right uppercut for the jaw. McFarland cut out an even faster pace, jabbing with the left and hooking the right into the body. Moran stood up and countered stiffly, but McFarland continued to do the leading. Moran missed more short jolts and getting into a clinch they roughed it a trifle. They were sparring at the gong, the round being just a shade in Packey's favor on work and blows landed.

Fourth Round--Moran put a solid left on the eye as McFarland came in with the usual jabbing tactics. McFarland paid some attention to the ribs and Moran countered hotly on the mouth. Moran stood close then and swung left and right to the body and jaw, but the blows were glancing and did no harm. McFarland forced the scrap until Moran dashed in with a left in the ribs. They exchanged swings and also landed hard wallops in the body. McFarland put the right over to the jaw a moment before time was up, but the Briton only laughed. The round was McFarland's by a shade.

Fifth Round--Moran rushed in with a left in the stomach. Packy backed away to the ropes. Moran stood close for a mix, McFarland jolting him on the jaw with a quick left. McFarland put in swift bodyblows, Moran countering heavily on the neck and wrestling in a clinch that followed. McFarland landed a left over the eye and rushed Moran to a corner, where the Briton cut loose with a heavy swing on the ear. They mixed it to a clinch, after which McFarland met a wild rush with a belt on the neck. Moran mixed it again, but McFarland outpointed him. So far the blows of both men lacked steam and some of the members hissed. The round was McFarland's.

Sixth Round--Moran jumped in with a hard left on the mouth. McFarland responded with a quick volley of jabs until the men were locked. Packy put a stiff left on the chin and when he rushed in to follow it up Moran ducked and sprinted away. McFarland kept after him, however, and never let up in his jabbing tactics until Moran suddenly jarred him with a right on the neck. Then Packy blocked a moment, after which they mixed it and both landed solid blows on the head. Moran was driven to the ropes, where he fell, but he jumped back into the ring and ran into a hard mix just as the bell rang. McFarland's round on points.

Seventh Round--Moran ran full tilt across the ring and put a left on the neck. McFarland mixed it and with a right hook on the chin he made Moran clinched. McFarland was chain lightning in his attack and Moran was forced to counter for a moment. Then Moran rushed wildly and both landed long swings on the neck. Moran's mouth was bleeding, but he wore a smile and met another advance with a solid right hand punch on the jaw. Packy came right in, however, with the inevitable left, also driving in the right to the jaw with such force that Moran went into the ropes. McFarland's round and the crowd in an uproar.

Eighth Round--Moran rushed, as usual, but he received a sharp left in the mouth. Packy stood up and outboxed his man for a moment until Moran bored in desperately. McFarland then put in three quick lefts that rocked Moran's head and made the crowd laugh. Packy's left was a beauty and Moran could not block it. McFarland also used a right hook with some effect until Moran rushed like a bulldog into a clinch. McFarland received a hard punch on the ribs but he paid no attention to it and proceeded to outpoint the Britisher to the gong. McFarland's round.

Ninth Round--McFarland walked into a clinch and on the break Moran landed a hook on the neck. Moran also swung left and right but did no harm because of Packy's great blocking. McFarland then stood up and shot lefts into the Briton's face. Moran finally countered in the stomach. In a half clinch Moran tried a jumping hook, but it was smothered and McFarland then feinted his man into knots. Packy's left went squarely to the mouth and Moran mixing it drove him to the ropes. Moran tried a left shift and missed the head by a foot just as the round ended. McFarland's round on points.

Tenth Round--Moran blocked a couple of lefts and then began to swing for all he was worth. His blows did not land, as Packey slipped away, but McFarland quickly came back with left and right on the head. Packey also cut loose with another volley of punches, all of which reached Moran's head. In a hot mix Moran pounded the ribs, but McFarland started another attack that made Moran duck and clinch. McFarland met a rush with a great right in the stomach and before the round ended he caught Moran on the jaw with a right swing. It was McFarland's round and he won easily on points.

A partial knockout ended the first preliminary in the second round. The principals were Artie Edwards and Mickey Finnegan, featherweights, who came on for four rounds. Finnegan had received some hard punches when he suddenly let fly a long hard righthander that landed flush on the jaw and put Edwards out of it.

Walter McGirr and Jimmy Smith, welterweights, came next in a heavy hitting bout scheduled to go four rounds. Referee Jon stopped proceedings at the end of the third round after McGirr had been floored.

Another bout of four rounds brought together Kid Fisher and Jimmy Dempsey, lightweights. The latter was overmatched and in the second round, when he was receiving hot shot from Fisher, the referee interfered.

Light heavyweights, Bobby Handy and Billy Howard, followed in a mix arranged to go six rounds. A sledgehammer left squarely on the nose made Handy sit down, blinking and gasping, in the first round, and as he had no further chance the referee waved him out of the ring amid roars of laughter.

Willie Green and Kid Alberts then clashed for six rounds at light weights. These men possessed some real cleverness, and they boxed so evenly for three rounds that the crowd enjoyed it immensely. In the fourth round they slowed down, both tiring, but Green doing the more effective work with blows in the body. Alberts tried to force matters in the fifth, but his blows had little steam and Green had the better of it. The pace was so slow that some of the members whistled waltz music, while others cried "Take 'em off!" They fought fast and furiously in the last round. Alberts landed several jarring blows on the neck and jaw, while Green kept on driving in wallops to the breadbasket. On the whole the bout looked like a draw and the fickle crowd applauded as the men went away.

Babe Davis and Young Roach were introduced for a four round exhibition. They were strong looking feathers and proceeded to mix it strenuously. Both were staggered by smashes on the jaw before the first round was a minute old. They slugged without a breathing spell in the second round until Davis began to cover up on the defensive. Davis rallied in the third and soon had Roach's nose bleeding. Davis poured in all kinds of blows then and finally knocked Roach down with a hook on the jaw. The latter wanted to continue, but the referee said "Enough!"

1912-02-06 Packey McFarland ND10 Kid Burns (Bronx, NY, USA)

1912-02-07 The Sun (New York, NY) (page 9)

M'FARLAND EASILY OUTBOXES KID BURNS
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Chicago Lightweight Shows Skill in Ten Round Bout at Fairmont A. C.
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LOCAL BOXER ALMOST OUT
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Burns Lands Wallop in Ninth Round Which Closes McFarland's Left Eye.
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Although he was outpointed in a fast ten round bout at the Fairmont A. C. last night, Kid Burns, the local boxer, was proud of the fact that he closed Packy McFarland's left eye so tight that vision was obscured. Burns landed a heavy blow in the ninth round on the Chicago wizard's optic and it swelled so rapidly that the ringside spectators were astonished.

McFarland had not received a black eye in many months, so that Burns's achievement was remarkable. But in other respects Burns was outclassed. McFarland tried hard to put him out on several occasions, but the West Sider was too strong and managed to keep his feet, though under terrific fire. Nearly 3,000 fans saw the battle and many more were turned away.

According to the articles of agreement Burns had to make 138 pounds at 3 o'clock yesterday afternoon, while McFarland was not compelled to get on the scales at that time. In compliance with the new rule of the State Athletic Commission the men also weighed in at the ringside a few minutes before 10 o'clock. McFarland tipped the beam at 136 and Burns at 139. William Joh was the referee.

First round--Burns rushed and was blocked. McFarland also stopped a hard swing and drove a left into the ribs. Burns rushed again but McFarland stepped away. Packey cornered his man and they exchanged swings. McFarland side stepped another attack and shot a left hook to the mouth. He followed it with a sharp left to the ear and put a right into the stomach. Burns tried slugging but could not land with effect. McFarland easily took the round.

Second Round--McFarland drove a left to the nose and then smothered a rush. Packy missed a right, but reached the neck with a stiff left. McFarland ran in with a left in the stomach and put on so much steam that Burns had to clinch. A right in the ribs and a left hook under the jaw sent Burns to the ropes, where he covered up. After that Packy punched him with both hands when and where he pleased. McFarland's round.

Third Round--Burns reached the stomach with a long left. He followed it up with a hard rush and McFarland mixed it with him so hotly that the West Sider backed away. Burns covered up his jaw and received body blows. Then he mixed it again, McFarland outpunching him. Packy blocked several wild wallops and also did some fine ducking. After that he puzzled the local man with swift blows and took the round.

Fourth Round--Burns planted a solid left on the neck. He stood up and mixed it hotly until McFarland put him on the ropes. Packy blocked several cyclonic swings and forcing his man to a corner he whipped in hooks and uppercuts until Burns hung on. Burns received a solid punching all the way to the bell, but he managed to keep his feet. Packy had the round.

Fifth round--Burns opened with a glancing left on the neck, whereupon McFarland began to tear in with rapid blows in the face and stomach. When Burns didn't cover up or clinch he missed numerous wild swings, for McFarland was as fast as the wind on his feet and displayed dazzling skill. McFarland later on worked hard with hooks and uppercuts, evidently trying for a knockout, but Burns was too strong in the legs. Packy's round.

Sixth Round--Burns had a lump under his left eye when he came up. McFarland stopped a left and ran in with a stomach punch. Burns rushed and McFarland grazed the point of the jaw with a fierce right hook. In a mix Packy landed sharply and Burns soon covered up. Burns shot in a couple of lefts to the face, but the next moment McFarland fairly smothered him with rapid fire smashes. Packy's round.

Seventh Round--Packy stepped away from a left and as Burns rushed he caught McFarland on the neck with a right. Packy almost lost his balance as he skipped away, but he was on top of Burns in a jiffy with a storm of blows. Burns clinched to escape this red hot punishment, but McFarland forced him to a corner to hand out more relentless punishment. Burns began to bleed from the mouth and when the bell rang he was in evident trouble. McFarland's round.

Eighth Round--The first blow McFarland landed was a hot left in the pit of the stomach. Burns rushed desperately but more body punches made him clinch. A right hook on the jaw made Burns reel and a left on the neck put him on the ropes. McFarland used a right repeatedly in an effort to stop his man, who was very tired and badly outclassed. Burns probably escaped a knockout by covering up and clinch. Packy's round.

Ninth Round--Icebags were placed on Burns's jaw just before he responded to the bell. When he came up he rushed, but Packy wasn't there. McFarland then stepped in with blinding hooks and jabs, Burns countering on the shoulder. Burns stood up for a mix, but McFarland soon made him clinch with heavy wallops. In a corner Burns got a severe punching, but he rallied now and then with heavy swings. One of these blows practically closed Packy's left eye, but he took the round just the same.

Tenth Round--McFarland tore in with a left on the neck and Burns began to slug for all he was worth. Both landed stiff punches on the head and as Burns held his own the crowd went wild. McFarland had the greater speed and stamina, however, and put Burns on the ropes. Burns mixed it, but McFarland staggered him with a right hand swing to the neck. This punch weakened Burns and he lost his steam. McFarland was the winner.

1907-05-10 Packey McFarland W-PTS10 Maurice Sayers (Milwaukee, WI, USA)

1907-05-11 The Milwaukee Journal (Milwaukee, WI) (page 8)

BOUT A SLOW ONE
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PACKY M'FARLAND WINS OVER SAYERS.
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Milwaukee Lightweight Makes Miserable Showing Against Chicago Stockyards Champion in Windup Bout Before the Badger Club. Steve Kinney Wins Sensational Fight from "Chicken" Duffy.
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In a disappointing fight Packy McFarland, the Chicago stockyards champion, won a ten-round verdict over Maurice Sayers of Milwaukee in the windup bout before the Badger club last night. Neither fighter displayed any form and the spectators were disgruntled. Sayers fought way below his usual standard, while close followers of the game figured that McFarland did not show anything near the speed that had been anticipated.

The Milwaukee boy contented himself with fighting on the defensive from start to finish and Packy kept after him continuously, turning the bout into a running match for the greater portion of the time. At infighting McFarland was clearly Sayers' master and the local boy never had a chance at this style of gaming. But at the long range milling Sayers showed up strong and had he continued to keep away from his opponent he might have fared better. He also showed considerable cleverness at times. In ruggedness and strength McFarland towered way above Sayers. Packy was entirely too strong and when he roughed it with Sayers the latter invariably got the worst of it. Sayers said after the fight that he was quite weak after the third round and could not get any force behind his blows. Although the weight agreed upon was 133 pounds at 3 o'clock, Sayers weighed in at 129 pounds. He is unable to account for this decrease in weight, as he had trouble in making less than 133 several months ago.

McFarland started off with a rush and in the first two rounds got quite a lead. He continued after Sayers in the third and fourth, but in the latter session Sayers performed better. He used his long left jab with effect and slowed up the Chicagoan considerably. In the fifth Sayers again employed the same tactics and for a time it looked as if he might be able to even up matters, but Packy refused to remain on the defensive and started rushing again with the result that he soon was far in the lead again. After this McFarland carried the fight to his opponent in every minute of the milling and at the conclusion had a big shade over the home boy.

Although the showing of McFarland disappointed quite a few of the fans, it is explained that the running tactics employed by Sayers handicapped him and prevented his best work. Although he is a willing mixer his blows do not appear to have as much steam behind them as has been claimed. He did not hurt Sayers to any extent and he might have his troubles with a more sturdy fighter.

The semi-final was a sensational affair, there being four knockdowns in the first round. In the opening period Steve Kinney and Tommy Duffy, the principals, both let go rights, connecting at the same time, which sent both to the mat. Kinney jumped right up but Duffy took the count of nine and when he arose he was tired, but to the surprise of everybody he again floored Kinney. Then Kinney retaliated and there was another knockdown. Kinney stood the fast pace better than Duffy and when the second session opened he went after his man with a vengeance, the result being that he soon had the Chicago newsboy champion down for the fatal count of ten.

Frank Kuchler, former amateur champion of the M. A. C. did not make a howling success of his first professional bout, Billy Moorehead earning the verdict over him in the third round. Kuchler showed himself to be a game fighter, but displayed poor form while on the defensive.

Young Gardner won over Jerry Nelson after six rounds of fast fighting in the opening contest.