Stanley Ketchel

1910-11-21 The Grand Rapids Press (Grand Rapids, MI) (page 9)

EXHUME THE BODY
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Brothers of Stanley Ketchel Open the Grave.
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MYSTERY ABOUT IT
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Family Not Satisfied About Death from Gunshot Wounds.
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Relatives Say They Found Evidence of Beating--Young Girls Witness Disinterment.
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In strange contrast to the pompous ceremony of the black robed priests and the morbid interest of thousands of curious visitors who gathered in the little Polish cemetery about a month ago to witness the burial of Stanley Ketchel, prizefighter, was another scene enacted at the same grave yesterday morning.

There was no crowd this time, but a few who had been informed of the plans stood by and watched the sexton throw the dirt covering from the casket which sheltered the body of Ketchel and crowded closer as the sealed coffin was raised carefully and deposited beside the excavation. The brothers and the undertaker pried off the lid and disclosed the shrunken form and then deliberately the corpse was examined, the burial shroud being removed to make the task easier.

Air of Mystery Is Thick.

An air of mystery surrounds the disinterment and among the few who know of the incident speculation is rife as to the exact reasons which actuated the three brothers in demanding to look once more upon the face of the dead.

The intention to take the corpse of the famous fighter from the resting place into which it had been lowered with so much ceremony a month ago was kept very quiet. The three brothers, John, Alexander and Leon Ketchel, came here from their farm near Belmont and made the necessary arrangements with I, Karasinski, the undertaker who had charge of the funeral. The little party repaired to the Polish cemetery about 9 o'clock and stood about while the earth was being removed.

Then ropes were placed under the casket and it was raised to the surface. It was opened immediately and the brothers made a careful examination of the body. Five of the little girls who had acted as flower bearers at the funeral were present when the casket was opened and were allowed to gaze upon the grewsome contents of the coffin. They were accompanied by two young women and besides these the only witnesses were three men and another woman.

Karasinski Is Elusive.

Mr. Karasinski maintained a most mysterious air this morning when questioned. "There was nothing out of the ordinary," he repeated time and again and when it was pointed out that the opening of a grave and the examination of the body always is out of the ordinary he replied, "The boys found out what they wanted to and for anything else you better see R. P. Dickerson."

R. P. Dickerson is the man with whom Ketchel went into the west on his fatal trip and who has figured prominently in the affairs of the fighter following his death.

Leon Ketchel was reached by telephone at the Ketchel farm and said to The Press, "We were not satisfied that Stanley came to his death by the gunshot wounds alone. Therefore we wanted to see the body. We found a deep abrasion over one eye which looks as if he had been clubbed. Of course we do not know if this was done before or after the shooting."

The young man did not say whether any further action in the matter is contemplated, but added exhuming had nothing to do with insurance.

No Officials Present.

One of the strange things about the examination at this time was the fact that the undertaker, Karasinski, made a thorough examination prior to the burial. Further than that there was no physician or official present yesterday when the grave was opened. Since Ketchel's tragic death there have been all sorts of stories afloat and it is declared there may be a legal fight over the possession of the property which he left.

According to friends of the family Dickerson declared his intention of paying the entire funeral expenses, but the bills all have been sent to the Ketchel brothers and these are said to amount to considerably more than $600. Whether anything will come of the disinterment to throw new light upon Ketchel's death is unlikely, but the brothers express themselves satisfied with the knowledge secured through their strange procedure.

1910-05-27 Stanley Ketchel W-KO2 Willie Lewis [National Sporting Club, New York, NY, USA]

1910-05-28 The Evening Telegram (New York, NY) (page 6)

LEWIS DROPPED TO THE MAT IN SECOND ROUND
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Ketchel Swung Over a Right Chop and the Bout Ended in a Hurry.
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Well, there was nothing to it. Stanley Ketchel just landed on Lewis' jaw with a right hand chop, and "Willie" took the count last night in the second round of a scheduled ten round bout at the National Sporting Club, in West Forty-fourth street.

After sparring for about one minute in the second, Stanley hooked a left to "Willie's" midsection, and he doubled up like a jack-knife. Then the middleweight champion stepped back a foot and measured his distance very carefully, then shot over a short right hook to the point of the jaw.

Lewis fell to the mat like a log, turned over on his back, rolled his eyes, then closed them as Referee O'Rourke counted ten. His seconds rushed over and carried him to his corner, helpless.

In the opening round Lewis seemed to have a slight lead at the finish, but it could be plainly seen that Ketchel was only trying his opponent out. "Willie" landed a fierce left jab to the face and in the close quarters Stanley worked a short uppercut to chin and missed two right swings in the breakaway, which, had either reached its mark, would have ended the fight.

Ketchel made his appearance through the aisles first in a long black overcoat and seated himself in the northwest chair, where he stripped to black trunks and was looked after by his manager, "Jimmy" Smith and "Joe" Ferguson, followed in a few seconds by Lewis, who received the lion's share of applause, as his followers were on hand in large numbers.

"Willie" took the southeast corner and was handled by "Dan" McKetrick, his manager; "Danny" Morgan and "Jim" Stewart. After donning the gloves the boys stepped to the centre of the ring to receive instructions and agreed to fight until ordered to break by the referee.

While waiting for the gong Lewis looked a bit nervous and shuffled his feet in the rosin, while Ketchel chatted with friends around the ringside and shook hands with each of his seconds. He looked in good shape and appeared to be well trained for the occasion.

Long before the time set for the fight to begin 2,500 enthusiasts, who came from all directions and included many whose faces have been familiar in and around ringside events for many years, were seated in the boxes and chairs anxious for the bell to start the boxers on their journey.

"Jim" Savage, "Jim" Stewart, Sailor Burke and "Tommy" Maloney were introduced to the members while the principals were getting ready for their contest.

"Jim" Smith, Lewis' sparring partner, met "Sailor" Carter, a negro middleweight, champion of the navy, in the semi-final bout, scheduled for six rounds, but it did not go the limit, as Smith had the sailor all but out in the first session, when his second threw up the sponge.

It was a good fight and furnished the crowd with plenty of excitement. Smith floored Carter twice in the first round, but he came back and fought hard and took a severe beating up until the time his second called a halt.


1910-05-28 The New York Times (New York, NY) (page 11)

LEWIS LASTED LESS THAN TWO ROUNDS
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Champion Ketchel Wins at National Sporting Club Without Damage to Himself.
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Willie Lewis, with a halo of Parisian ring victories around his devoted head, but a knockout in three rounds by Papke in the French capital to his discredit, was put soundly to sleep last night by Stanley Ketchel at the National Sporting Club one minute after the second round of their ten-round bout had started. Nor was there any doubt about the manner and completeness of Ketchel's victory. Lewis was out for fully five minutes after being hit on the jaw by a short right-hand swing, and had to be carried to his corner by his seconds and Referee O'Rourke.

The first round was a sparring contest. Ketchel assumed a style absolutely new for him of boxing with his opponent at long range. Only two or three blows were landed in these first three minutes, and at their conclusion the bout had every appearance of going its scheduled distance. A half minute before the gong sounded in the first round Ketchel landed a light right to the face, and coincident with the clanging of the bell Lewis put a straight left on Ketchel's mouth.

Apparently cheered by his ability to land in this wise, Lewis started the second round by jabbing three times with his left to the face. Ketchel's defense was wide open at this time, but he was constantly the aggressor. Lewis was, as he had been during the first round, very nervous and fidgety, frequently covering up hard when his opponent was completely out of range.

Soon after the second round started Ketchel forced Lewis into a neutral corner and landed right and left to the face. The second blow, a clean half swing, landed on the jaw, and it seemingly dazed Lewis, for the latter started to mix it up with his heavier opponent. Ketchel, carefully measuring the distance, then shot a terrific right half-swing flush to the point of the jaw.

Lewis lurched forward and fell on his knees and then toppled slowly over until his shoulders touched the floor. He lay on his left side, his left arm under his head, as completely out as a fighter ever was. Referee O'Rourke slowly tolled the seconds over him, but Lewis's involuntarily twitching his legs were the only signs he gave of life.

After the tenth second had been counted O'Rourke leaned over and started to lift Lewis to his feet. The latter's head hung limply over his left shoulder and his eyes still had the glassy stare that marked total unconsciousness. By this time Lewis's seconds had climbed into the ring, and three of them, with O'Rourke helping, carried the defeated man to his corner.

After working on him for about five minutes his seconds finally brought Lewis's senses back, and then he clambered shakily to his feet and tottered across the ring through the ropes and down the aisle to his dressing room.


1910-05-28 The Post-Standard (Syracuse, NY) (page 12)

WILLIE MAKES FATAL MISTAKE
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Kids Himself That He Can Trade Jolts With Ketchel.
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Special to The Post-Standard.
BY HARDY D. CASHMAN.

NEW YORK, May 27.--Willie Lewis made the mistake of his fighting career early in the second round of his bout with Stanley Ketchel at the National Sporting Club to-night. He kidded himself into the belief that it was safe for him to swap punches with the middleweight champion. Then his seconds had to carry the Lewis boy to his corner and work over him some five minutes before he recovered consciousness.

A snappy right hook flush on the point of the jaw terminated the fracas. During the first period few blows had started and the fingers of one hand would suffice to count the number that landed.

During the intermission Dan McKerrick whispered in Willie's ear that Ketchel could not hurt him. Willie gave heed; hence the fatal error. After landing a smart left on the face that shook Ketchel to his heels, Lewis discarded his caution. He whipped over a right that grazed the chin.

Stanley woke up.

Bing!

Good night!


1910-05-28 The Sun (New York, NY) (page 11)

QUICK FINISH FOR LEWIS.
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Ketchel Knocks Out Welterweight in Two Rounds.

Willie Lewis, the local welterweight, who made a reputation as a fighter by whipping second and third raters in France and England, was knocked out cold in the second round by Stanley Ketchel, the middleweight champion, at the National Sporting Club in West Forty-fourth street, last night.

After a tame first round in which neither man exerted himself, Ketchel began to fight in earnest. Lewis was a pigmy in his hands. He landed a couple of left hand jabs as Ketchel rushed, but that was the best he could do. Ketchel almost knocked the wind out of him with a body punch and then at close quarters he hung a fearful right hook on the chin that sent Lewis into dreamland.

Ketchel, barring two punches, did not half try, because he evidently realized that he was up against the easiest of marks. Very few of the spectators in the big crowd figured that Lewis would stay ten rounds, but everybody was surprised by the quick ending of the battle. That Ketchel is one of the hardest hitters in the world was the general opinion as the crowd piled out of the building.

A representative crowd of members occupied expensive vantage points in the finely appointed arena long before the fun began. Ketchel had not appeared at a local club since he beat Philadelphia Jack O'Brien in a sensational fight. Ketchel weighed 158 pounds at 6 o'clock and probably took on three or more in the four hours he rested and ate before getting into the ring. Lewis on the other hand did not weigh more than 148 pounds.

The semi-final was of interest because Chuck Carlton, colored, the middleweight champion of the navy, met Jim Smith, Lewis' sparring partner, for six rounds. In the second round Smith staggered the Jack Tar with a smash on the jaw. Carlton rallied and scored a knockdown with a right hand swing on the head. Smith did all the fighting in the third and fourth and when the bell rang Carlton was just getting up from another knockdown. Smith beat the negro to the floor with the same tactics when the fifth round began and the latter's seconds threw a towel into the ring to indicate defeat.

Ketchel showed up first and was rather quietly received as he got into his corner with his seconds.

Then came Lewis, who promptly shook hands with the champion, the latter sizing him up from head to foot with a grim smile. When they stripped for the fray they looked very fit. Both wore bandages on their hands. Tom O'Rourke was the referee. The betting was 10 to 7 that Lewis would not stay the limit.

First Round--Ketchel led with a left that went high. Lewis clinched as Ketchel moved closer, and tried a right for the head. Lewis let go a left, but it was blocked, and then clinched his man in a corner. Ketchel feinted a moment and then drove a right to the body with little force. Lewis blocked and covered up and also stepped away from a dangerous right. Just before the bell Ketchel shot a left to the eye. It was Ketchel's round, but there was little or no hard work by either man.

Second Round--Ketchel put a left on the neck and followed with a right on the side of the head. Lewis danced away from another attack and then came back with a couple of lefts in the face. Ketchel took the punches with a grin and rushed Lewis to a corner. He drove in the left to the stomach with so much force that Lewis was half doubled up. Lewis squirmed out of close quarters, but Ketchel was after him like a flash. Another punch in the stomach made Lewis hang on, but Ketchel threw him off and then shot a left to the neck. Lewis tried to mix it and in so doing he made a fatal mistake, for Ketchel cut loose a fearful right hook that caught Lewis squarely on the point of the jaw. Lewis dropped like a log and rolled over on his back. The referee counted off ten seconds and then picked Lewis up. The latter was clean out and did not regain his senses for several minutes. Then he burst into tears and was led away by his seconds. The time of the round was 25 seconds.

1904-05-11 Aurelio Herrera W-PTS20 Louie Long [Montana Athletic Club, Broadway Theater, Butte, MT, USA]

1904-05-12 The Anaconda Standard (Anaconda, MT) (page 2)

AURELIO HERRERA GETS DECISION OVER LOUIE LONG IN TWENTY-ROUND GO
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Aurelio Herrera got the decision over Louie Long after 20 rounds of fighting at the Broadway theater last night, but he did not regain any lost laurels, as he won by a very small margin. There were many who thought the game little fellow from the coast should have had a draw and, while that decision might have been more popular with many, the fact remains that, from a fighting standpoint, the Mexican, with a scratch knockdown and first blood, had the edge over Long. Dunc MacDonald, the referee, knows his business, is thoroughly honest, and he watched the progress of the fight closer than any of the spectators. In his opinion, Herrera had a shade the best of the argument. He had no more, however.

While it can be said of the fight that it was a good one, it was still a disappointment. Herrera resorted to petty tricks in whipping his right onto the kidneys, and both men were prone to go into clinches at the slightest provocation. Then, they leaned against each other almost in an embrace and waited for MacDonald to separate them. First one and then the other would complain that he was not at fault, but the referee was wise to them, and several times told the complainer that he was as much at fault as the other boxer.

Both Strong at the End.

When the fight was over, both men were on their feet, both were strong and both eager for the going. The last rounds were lively, and there were several good exchanges. In fact, there were good exchanges in the majority of the rounds, with Herrera generally doing the most punishing. Though the Mexican did the most punching, however, it was not in leading, and he was forced to break ground the majority of the times. Long was always boring in and never overlooked an opportunity to land. At the sound of the gong he invariably went to meet Herrera and led.

He fought at close range, preferring it, and he took no chances. His blocking was a revelation, and many a hard and vicious punch sent out by the Mexican found a landing place on a glove or glanced over the shoulder, which was drawn up to protect the jaw. The Mexican seemed bewildered at times because he could not land, and then he would resort to slashing his right into the kidneys. He was hissed several times for his action.

Long Fought Cleverly.

Long fought cleverly and gamely. He would not break ground, and kept hammering away at the Mexican whenever he saw or thought he saw an opening. Often he landed good blows on the body, face or jaw. It was seldom that he missed. Of course, he was blocked at times, but he made no wild swings and wasted no strength. He was going well and matters were very even until the seventh round, when Herrera landed a right on the jaw that staggered him. They went into a clinch as the blow was delivered and then wrestled for a second or two. In the wrestle Herrera's head, accidentally, it appears, came in contact with Long's jaw.

The next second they were apart, and Long went down hard. He calmly took his time and did not rise until the count of nine. When he regained his feet, it was to go after Herrera and surprise the Mexican with a right on the jaw. Long had appeared groggy when he went down, and Herrera was not looking for any retaliation.

Long Gets Second Blood.

Though Long drew blood from the Mexican, it was not until his own mouth had been caused to bleed. The blood from Herrera was the result of a blow on the right eye. There was a slight laceration and but little blood was seen. Long bled from the mouth, where he had been jabbed with stiff straight lefts. Those jabs reached home after repeated unsuccessful efforts on the part of the Mexican to break through the perfect blocking of the coast boy.

Long appeared to have a glove everywhere the Mexican aimed for, and it was only when Herrera used his strength and rushed in with quick, successive punches that he was able to land on the face. He had said that he could hit Long when and where he pleased, but he did not demonstrate that such was the case. There were many times when some of the spectators thought the Mexican landed, but they must have realized that had the vicious blows not been blocked, Long could not have shown the strength and aggressiveness which were ever in evidence.

The Preliminaries Were Good.

The main event was preceded by two rattling good preliminaries, one of which furnished a knockout. That was the first, between Ike Davis of Butte and Kid Scaler of Spokane. It was scheduled for six rounds, but ended in the fourth, when Scaler was knocked out with a right on the jaw. Davis showed wonderful improvement, both in his boxing and foot work, and he demonstrated that he has a good punch. There appears to be a future for the boy. Scaler, though outclassed, was game to the last, and was fighting back after an awful gruelling when he got his quietus.

The second preliminary was between Maurice Thompson of Butte and Jack Ketchell of Michigan. When the boxers met in the center, it looked as if the Michigander had a chance, but a hard right on the jaw took the snap out of him. He is heavier than Thompson, but has little or no science. In fact, he fought like a schoolboy, and could get himself into the most awkward possible crouch when ready for a punch. He got a good drubbing, but he was game to the end and fought all the way through the six rounds. Duncan MacDonald gave Thompson an earned decision.

Three Thousand in the House.

The management of the Montana Athletic club had announced that the first preliminary would go on at 9 o'clock, and promptly at that hour the programme was begun. There were then about 3,000 persons in the house by that time, and at 9:55, when Herrera entered the ring for the main event, the crowd had been increased by 500. It is doubtful if the Broadway theater ever seated more persons at a ring contest. The stage was packed to such an extent, too, that twice small sections of the seats went down beneath the weight on them. No one was injured.

When Herrera entered the ring he was accompanied by his seconds, "Doc" Flynn, Maurice Thompson, Sid La Fontise and Fred Klotz. He chose the northwest corner of the ring, which is his favorite. Long followed in a few minutes, accompanied by his manager, Billy Lavigne, Mose La Fontize, James Humes and the Long mascot kid. Long went to the southwest corner, refusing to take the corner diagonally across from the Mexican. After the bandages were on, Duncan McDonald tossed the coin, and Lavigne, for Long, won the toss. Herrera was then forced to go into the northeast corner, diagonally opposite to where Long had selected to sit.

Straight Queensberry Rules.

It was announced that straight Queensberry rules were to govern the contest, the men to protect themselves in the breakaways. William Tremblay of Miles City was announced as timekeeper for the club, and Ted Tennant and D. L. Munroe, a brother of Jack Munroe, looked after the minutes for Long and Herrera, respectively. Regarding the weights, it was announced that neither man had tipped the beam at the prescribed weight, 128 pounds, when they weighed in at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. A telegram was read from Benny Yanger, stating he would meet the winner on Miners' Union day in Butte.

Herrera money was freely offered at 7 to 5, and there were some takers. One bet was $75 to $50. There was an offer of $500 to $250 on Herrera, but it went begging. No one appeared willing to bet the Mexican would knock out Long. The odds on him were too liberal. He was little better than an even money chance.

As there was little real brilliant fighting, a description of the contest by rounds is not interesting. The word "clinch" appeared too often.

1910-05-17 Stanley Ketchel W-KO3 Porky Dan Flynn [Armory Athletic Association, Boston, MA, USA]

1910-05-18 The Boston Journal (Boston, MA) (page 11)

KETCHEL PUTS OUT FLYNN IN THIRD
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But Boston Fighter Puts Up a Game Battle With the Champion.
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Stanley Ketchel knocked out Porky Flynn in three rounds in the main bout at the Armory A. A. last night. There was no question about the knockout, as Flynn was prone on the floor while Maffit Flaherty counted the fatal ten. Porky Flynn is far from a champion, but let no man say that he is not game. Ketchel outclassed Porky and made a most pronounced impression. The knockout came in the third round, but it was quite apparent at the end of the second round that Flynn was nearing his end.

The clubhouse held an overflow gathering, and, while 90 per cent of those present expected to see Flynn go to the center of the ring with his knees knocking together, they were greatly surprised at Porky's gameness. The local youth showed no traces of the white feather and before taking the final count made every effort to give Ketchel a battle.

Ketchel is a fighter from his feet up, and, while he may not be able to beat Sam Langford at catchweights, the Michigander looked as he could scale at the 158-pound middleweight limit. If Langford ever attempted to make that weight the Bostonians who saw the bout last night might like to back Ketchel, but would flock to the standard of the negro at catchweights.

Porky Lands Some Left Jabs.

In the first round Porky started to land some left jabs, and was successful. Ketchel was content to wade in, playing for body punches. "Ketch" started the blood from Flynn's nose just before the round closed, and while the crowd cheered Flynn's efforts kept boring with grim determination.

When the second round opened Flynn made a hurricane opening and the gathering was clearly with him. The local chap slipped to the floor while trying to start a swing, but was up quickly. In this round Porky landed a clean right-hand uppercut and looked good for a while, but when Ketchel started his powerful body punches and shifted that famous left hook to the face Flynn was in a bad way as he feebly wandered to his corner when the bell rang.

Porky, game as the proverbial pebble, tried to flash again as the third round opened, but Ketchel, after deliberately taking several jabs to the face, one of which caused his nose to start bleeding, whipped a right to Porky's jaw and Porky floundered badly. Stanley chased Flynn around the ring and a fusillade of blows, ended by a left jolt to the jaw, sent Flynn down for the count of nine. Pork arose, badly dazed, and a terrific right-hand wallop under the heart ended the bout, and Flynn was practically helpless when the "ten" was counted.

Ketchel is not a showy boxer, but showed that he is a powerful puncher, willing to take punishment in order to land his terrific body blows and slip over as clever a left-hand jolt as has ever been seen in this city. The champion showed last night that he is in very good physical condition.

Results of Preliminaries.

In the first preliminary Joe Beaudrot of Somerville was given the decision over George Dennis of Charlestown. Young Reardon of Brockton was given the decision over Tommy Fox of Somerville at the end of six rounds. Tom Foley of South Boston won from Young Donohue of Lawrence in six rounds.

The program for next week will be as follows. Joe Jeannette v. Andrew Morris in the main bout, Tony Lorenso v. Tom Flanagan, Eddie Carr v. Kidd Betts and Tim Sullivan v. Henry Hall in the preliminaries.


1910-05-18 The Evening Times (Pawtucket, RI) (page 2)

Ketchel Makes Quick Work of Flynn
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Middleweight Champion Scores Knockout in Third Round at Boston--Made Great Showing.
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(By Staff Correspondent of the Times.)

BOSTON, May 18.--Stanley Ketchel, middleweight champion of the world, showed that his nickname of the "Michigan Assassin" is not a misnomer, by mowing down Porky Flynn of Boston in three slashing rounds at the Armory A. A. last night. Although Flynn stood half a head taller than Ketchel and probably had 15 pounds on the champion, he did not have a chance after the first round. The fierce shifts and swings of his rival during the second and third sessions brought the fans to their feet and effectually took the heart out of Flynn, who, after receiving a left to the jaw and a left to the body following a knockdown in the third round, was satisfied to hug the canvas until Referee Maffit Flaherty counted 10.

Flynn took a great deal of punishment in the seven minutes and 30 seconds that he faced the westerner and had he come up again after what proved to be the final knockdown, it would have been but to receive a punch which would have sent him into dreamland.

It was Ketchel's first appearance in Boston and fans to the number of 2500 from all parts of New England crammed into the Armory A. A. to watch him work. The champion proved to be in splendid shape and the way he went after Flynn from the start showed that he was there for business. While some wished that the bout could have lasted longer the majority were satisfied with a view of the "Assassin" in action and his great hitting ability caused admiration and wonder. After the first round Flynn's friends, who hoped that he would be able to stay the scheduled 12 rounds, could see that their favorite was but a 20-1 shot at the best, as his light lefts could not stop the steady advances of the walloping boxer from Michigan.

Ketchel appeared in the ring at 9:48 o'clock and was accompanied by four seconds. He acknowledged the cheers of the fans with a smile and a nod. When he stripped there was a murmur of approval, for it was easily seen he was in fine shape. For 15 seconds or so at the start, Flynn danced away gingerly from the champion, and then surprised the fans by coming at Ketchel and scoring with several good left jabs. Once he caught the champion with a left hook which made Ketchel's eyes snap, but he could not stop the "Assassin's" rushes, whose savage right and left swings fairly whistled through the air.

Near the end of the round Ketchel sent a chugging right into Flynn's body and Porky's face twisted in pain. The blow slowed him up so much that the sound of the gong was very welcome, and he was bleeding from the nose when he went to his corner, Ketchel having started the claret with a straight left.

The beginning of the end was evident in the second, as Flynn, after shooting over several light lefts, started his sprinting tactics. Ketchel caught Flynn with a straight left on the chin and as he clinched Porky responded with a right to the chest. In a neutral corner Flynn fell to the floor in attempting to avoid Ketchel's swings and after he got up he received a left swing that made him put both hands over his face. He was then easy pie for Ketchel, who hammered him against the ropes and had him very weak when the round ended.

Flynn began to run at the start of the third, but Ketchel gave him no rest and kept rushing until with a series of crushing rights and lefts he dropped Flynn for the count of eight. The Boston boy came up wobbly and Ketchel dazed him still more with a right uppercut to the chin. Then, in Flynn's own corner, Ketchel whipped a left to the mouth and swung the same blow to the body. Flynn went down for the final time and was content to stay there until counted out. The third round lasted one minute and 30 seconds.

A flurry of excitement was created when one of Flynn's seconds threw water upon him in an attempt to bring him to, Ketchel saw it and aimed a kick at the man which missed his face by inches. The champion's seconds hurried him to his corner before the disturbance was carried any further.

In the opening bout last night Joe Boudreau of Somerville won the decision over George Dennis of Charlestown in six rounds of fast boxing. In the second bout Young Reardon of Brockton won from Tommy Fox of Charlestown in six rounds.

Tom Foley of South Boston won over Young Donahue of Lawrence in six rounds.

Stanley Ketchel

1899-12-26 The Grand Rapids Herald (Grand Rapids, MI) (page 6)

WANTED TO BE SANTA
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SMALL BOY CAUGHT LAYING IN A STOCK OF TOYS.
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Detected in Making Trips In and Out of the Leonard Store--Patrolman Viergever Took Possession of Boy and Pack.
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Stanley Ketchel, a 13-year-old boy, is doubtless bemoaning the fact that he has not an over-abundance of Christmas presents to give out, without putting up the usual price for them, and it is not the fault of Stanley that he did not have just what he wished for, although it is true that he ought to be glad he can enjoy the Christmas turkey at home.

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

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


1900-09-07 The Evening Press (Grand Rapids, MI) (page 1)

THREE BOYS MISSING.
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Sheriff Asked to Locate Ernest Frederickson, Stanley Ketchel and Oscar Halbern.

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


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


1901-11-29 The Evening Press (Grand Rapids, MI) (page 10)

SONNEN WILL RECOVER.
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Accidental Shooting Upon the West Side Yesterday Afternoon.

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

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