1914-04-07 George Chip L-KO1 Al McCoy [Broadway Sporting Club, Brooklyn, NY, USA]

1914-04-08 New-York Tribune (New York, NY) (page 9)

CHIP KNOCKED OUT IN FIRST ROUND
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Obscure Boxer Named Al McCoy Springs to Fame in the Ring.
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ONE BLOW PUTS A CHAMPION TO SLEEP
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Man Who Is Credited with the Middleweight Crown Counted Out in Brooklyn.

A new middleweight champion of the East, and of the world, if there is any basis to the contentions of George Chip, was crowned at the Broadway Sporting Club of Brooklyn last night, when Al McCoy, an obscure middleweight of Brooklyn, knocked out this same George Chip, of Newcastle, in 1 minute and 41 seconds.

A left hand uppercut, the first real blow, that travelled about three inches, but which carried all the dynamic power of the Brooklyn lad's muscular body, landed flush on Chip's chin, and all was over save the formality of a count that was entirely unnecessary.

For eight seconds the Newcastle miner never moved a muscle. Then the fighting instinct sounded a call which a dazed brain endeavored to enforce over numbed muscles. Chip lifted his head and tried to drag himself to his feet. As the referee shouted "nine" in his ears he raised his shoulders clear of the mat, but the effort was too much. The iron fist of McCoy had struck the vital spot, and Chip collapsed, to rise no more until helped to his feet by the referee.

A more unexpected, sensational climax to a fight which on the surface had looked one sided was never witnessed in this city. Beside it the one-punch victory of "Terrible Terry" McGovern over "Pedler" Palmer paled, and the tenth-round triumph of Stanley Ketchel over Jack O'Brien shrank into insignificance.

Those men were champions, fighting champions. But here was a novice, a man unheard of outside of the narrow confines of Brooklyn, and unsung even there. Even his friends gasped when his manager matched him with the generally accredited middleweight champion of the world, the man who had defeated the great Frank Klaus.

Chip, bull-throated, heavily muscled and forbidding as a snarling wolf, walked out as the bell sounded, his mouth twisted in a contemptuous sneer, touched gloves in the most cursory manner and then went at the task in hand. He would crush this novice in a punch and catch the first train to New Castle, or wherever his fancy directed.

So he walked out, swinging a right that carried disaster, and, like a frightened sheep, McCoy fled before him. Chip smiled. He believed he was master, and one punch more or less mattered not. He tried again, and once more McCoy danced--no, he ran--away, and Chip's sneer relaxed into a smile.

Chip feinted, hooked his right and Al, making no effort to hit back, folded his arms over his head and fled for dear life. The champion waded in and smashed a left to the nose, bringing a spatter of blood. There was another clinch and the referee parted them.

Then came the knockout. As McCoy stood there in an attitude of wary defence, Chip drew back his right to strike. Right then and there he paved the way for his own defeat. McCoy waited until that right was all the way back, pulled out of all position for defence, and then leaped in with a left hand uppercut. It was the only time he led--the only punch he landed--but it was sufficient. It struck flush on the nerve centre, and like a pole axed steer Chip went down.

The crowd sat still for a moment. Not a shout hailed the fall of the champion. They were dumbfounded. In the ring McCoy stood there stark still and staring. He could not realize that he was the man who must be recognized as the champion of all the middleweights, in the East, at any rate, until he is decisively beaten by an opponent in a stand-up fight.

Then came the realization. As the victor's seconds swarmed into the ring to carry their man to his corner the crowd stood up to bellow its applause to the rising sun of the middleweight world. Wild-eyed friends swarmed into the ring, eager to shake a hand they might have scorned had fortune frowned--but such is the way of the world.

McCoy went out of the ring a wild-eyed, happy boy to whom the gates of prosperity had been suddenly opened.

Chip has been accredited champion since October 11, 1913, when he defeated Frank Klaus in six rounds. Since then he has boxed five bouts. He broke his hands in two of these matches and had to rest.


1914-04-08 The Brooklyn Daily Eagle (Brooklyn, NY) (page 3)

McCOY'S TRIUMPH STIRS FIGHT FANS
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Can Hardly Realize That Brooklynite Cleanly Knocked Out Klaus' Conqueror.
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UPPERCUT TURNS THE TRICK.
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Winner's Showing Poor Until Careless Chip Gives Fatal Opening in First Round.
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Brooklyn fight fans have not yet recovered from the shock of the knockout which Al McCoy, weighing 156 pounds, administered to George Chip, weighing 162¼ pounds, last night at the Broadway Sporting Club, in this borough. The blow that stopped Chip, claimant of the middleweight championship by virtue of his having twice knocked out Frank Klaus, landed on the fans almost as heavily as on Chip, and they were as dazed as he was.

McCoy is a left-handed fighter after the style of Knock-Out Brown. For the first minute and thirty-nine seconds he did not put over a punch. He had never been highly esteemed even in this, his home town, and it was freely predicted that he would spend a busy evening running away from Chip, who is famous for his hefty wallop and the punishment he can deliver. McCoy began to make the predictions good. He was entirely on the defensive, and had all he could do to save himself from going to sleep as a result of the heavy smashes Chip directed at both body and head.

They had not been fighting a minute when Chip swung with his right and all his might at McCoy's jaw. The Brooklynite ducked away by half an inch to spare and gave every indication of wishing he had fishing instead of fighting. Chip constantly had McCoy against the ropes, and it was coming out from one of those mixes that brought the finish. They were in the center of the ring and Chip was holding his arms loose with the evident intention of cutting loose with both right and left to the head. He has a short, hooking sort of swing of tremendous power but has practically no defense at his best. When he was holding his opponent in contempt and was devoting his thought entirely to putting over the haymaker he had no defense at all.

As Chip started toward McCoy, the latter made every move of a boxer rushing into a clinch to save himself, and most of the spectators still believe that was what he was doing. But, in going into a clinch almost every boxer tried to land one punch as he gathers his rival to his bosom.

McCoy went in with his right extended, and as he did so Chip set himself for a shot at his head. That brought Chip's right hand high and he also seems to be preparing to counter with the left, for it was drawn back instead of being in the position it should have been in if he had kept an eye on his defense.

In dashed McCoy, and he simply beat Chip to the punch. His left came up in a sweeping uppercut, caught Chip squarely on the chin and the stricken Pittsburger dropped for the full count of ten.


1914-04-08 The Evening Telegram (New York, NY) (page 10)

M'COY CHAMPION, PUTS AWAY CHIP IN TWO MINUTES
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"Al" McCoy to-day claims the middleweight championship of the world for having knocked out George Chip in the first round of their scheduled ten round bout in the Broadway Sporting Club, Brooklyn, last night.

The sweeping left hand swing which McCoy has used like a flail in his many bouts across the bridge finally landed at the most opportune time for its possessor, catching the title holder just under the point of the chin, almost in the neck.

Chip dropped backward like a log and never moved for the ten seconds. He was carried to his corner and was groggy when he left the ring. He had no statement to make after the contest.

McCoy weighed in at 156 and Chip was six pounds heavier. They rushed to a clinch in the first round and McCoy missed with his first attempt to land his stock in trade, the left swing. Chip sent a light left to the stomach and followed with a right. They mixed, Chip having the better of it.

In the centre of the ring Chip missed a left which shot over McCoy's head. But McCoy already had started one of his left swings, and, unhindered and unblocked, it struck with terrific force against Chip's chin and neck. It ended the contest after little more than a minute's fighting.


1914-04-08 The New York Times (New York, NY) (page 11)

Chip Put Out in First Round.

The middleweight championship aspirations of George Chip of Scranton, Penn., took a decided slump last night, when Al McCoy, the Brooklyn middleweight, knocked Chip out in the first round of their scheduled ten-round bout, which was billed as the main attraction at the Broadway Sporting Club of Brooklyn. The knockout came as a complete surprise to the crowd, and for several minutes after his seconds had carried Chip to his corner the spectators cheered McCoy lustily. The weights, as announced from the ring, were 156 for McCoy and 162¼ for Chip.

Chip started off the aggressor, and several times tried rights to the head or body, but the Brooklyn middleweight cleverly avoided or blocked his opponent's swings. About one minute after the bell had started the boxers on their journey Chip attempted a left for the jaw, but McCoy cleverly ducked the punch and sent a crashing left to the Newcastle middleweight's jaw. Chip sank to the floor of the ring, and fully one minute elapsed before he was revived. As he left the ring McCoy was cheered wildly and heralded as "the middleweight champion."


1914-04-08 The Sun (New York, NY) (page 10)

ONE PUNCH SETTLES CHIP.
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McCoy Knocks Out Title Claimant in Very First Round.

George Chip of Newcastle, Pa., may or may not have been the logical middleweight champion of the world up to last night, but whatever he was he isn't any more, for Al McCoy of Brooklyn knocked him out with one punch last night at the Broadway Sporting Club in Brooklyn. His aspirations, if such they were, toward a boxing crowd were knocked into a cocked hat by the left hand swing which landed flush on the centre of his chin exactly one minute and forty-one seconds after the referee had called the men to the centre of the ring and informed them that all the latest hesitation steps were barred.

To say that the big crowd which filled the house was surprised is putting it mildly for every one present was busy figuring out just how long the Brooklyn boy would last. And it might be said in passing that prominent among those present who were waiting for a Chip victory was one Al McCoy.

When the Milling began McCoy, who weighed 156 pounds, looked anything but pleased with the task that was confronting him, and in the interval preceding the sudden ending of the affair he spent his time running away from the 162¼ pound Chip, who was swinging wildly. McCoy in his eagerness to get away from the punishment which threatened should Chip hit him broke all records from a hundred yards up.

He suddenly stopped, however, and Chip, eager to grasp his opportunity, started a right swing that had all the earmarks of a haymaker. McCoy crossed in with his left, shooting over a hybrid punch which was half swing and half uppercut, and the Newcastle fighter went down flat. Chip didn't even wiggle until seven had been counted. At the count of eight he raised his head, but that was the nearest he came to getting up. Some of Chip's cohorts came forward with the old lucky punch gag. It may have been lucky, but it certainly was hard.

1893-04-06 Andy Bowen NC110 Texas Jack Burke [Olympic Club, New Orleans, Louisiana, United States]

1893-04-07 The Daily Item (New Orleans, LA) (page 4)

"NO CONTEST."
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Referee Duffy's Decision of the Bowen-Burke Affair.
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An All Night Exhibition--One Hundred and Ten Rounds That Show Bowen to be a Fair Pugilist and Burke a Nonpareil Sprinter--The Ruling Criticized.
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It was 4:55 o'clock this morning when the one hundred and tenth round of the Bowen - Burke concluded, and Referee John Duffy stepping to the centre of the ring threw up his hands saying: "Gentlemen, this fight is off, I declare it to be no contest." While there were some few who upheld the referee in this stand of his, an overwhelming majority opposed it, because there was nothing whatever to justify such a course, not even Mr. Duffy's explanation made to parties at the ringside that he would not stand there any longer and run chances of impairing his health for any amount of money.

President Dixon was opposed to having the affair thus terminated and so was Captain Barrett. The fight was by no means a brutal one as can be evidenced by the fact that although the men had been fighting for nearly seven hours and a half there was not a speck of blood visible on either combatant. Had there been any brutality evinced every one would have sided with Professor Duffy in stopping the fight, but if his sole desire was to preserve his own health, he might easily have had someone take his place and let him go. Mr. Duffy left the ring in the ninety-fourth round and there was not an objection nor even a murmur raised against President Dixon's taking his place. It is true that in the last several rounds there was scarcely a blow struck and for about the last two scores of rounds Burke had done but little else than spring around the ring. But Bowen was fighting all he knew how without taking any chances against a rather strong looking adversary in whose crippled arm tale which will be detailed later on he sagaciously took but very little stock as any prudent fighter would do. It was a crying injustice therefore to Bowen, especially that the expenses of his training and a whole night's work of the hardest kind should be set at naught by having the affair thus summarily declared, "no contest."

Bowen vigorously objected to such a course of action, but it availed naught. In fact he objected to overtures for a draw from Burke made in about the forty-first round. As soon as the crowd became aware of what Burke was proposing, they jeered lustily and were quieted only when Referee Duffy announced: "Have no fears, gentlemen, this fight will be to a finish, no matter how long it takes." This assurance certainly appears strangely at variance with his final disposition.

The contest itself, however, was one of the most remarkable ever witnessed and the longest ever fought under the Marquis of Queensberry rules. The attendance was the largest that ever gathered at a ringside in the Crescent City, the low admission free calling out between 8000 and 8500 spectators.

About 9:15 o'clock Bowen entered the ring, accompanied by his attendants, Charles Kennedy, his trainer, Thomas C. Anderson and Albert Spitzladen with Frank Carambat for time keeper. He was followed shortly afterwards by Burke, whose seconds were Harry Black, his trainer, George LaBlanche, the marine, and John A. Sullivan, a local celebrity, with Joe Dare as time keeper.

Mr. A. M. Hill was official time keeper for the club.

As the men doffed their mantles their magnificent condition proved conclusively that the reports from their respective training quarters had not been exaggerated. It was evident that "a rattling good contest" was at hand.

At the ringside Bowen weighed 129¾ pounds, while Burke tipped the beam at 131½ pounds. President Dixon introduced Referee Duffy who in turn delivered the usual admonitory address to the spectators, at the same time calling attention to the fact that Captains W. J. Barrett and E. J. Donnelly were on hand with a sufficient force of policemen for the maintenance of order and decorum.

The weighing of the gloves and admonitions to the combatants were quickly disposed of. Probably it was the fact of "the Marine" being behind Burke that recalled to mind the famous pivot blow, which Referee Duffy announced would be barred. Thereupon "Time" was announced and the first round was on. A few moments were spent by both in cautious sparring, when Bowen rushed his man who in endeavoring to break ground tripped and fell, evoking the wildest cheering from the assembly. Burke was back on his feet in an instant. A clinch followed. After the break Bowen showed a preference for short range fighting, and although he had considerably the best of it, Burke appeared in no wise worried and was even smiling as he walked to his corner for his rest 'tween rounds.

It was not until near the end of the second that anything of import occurred. Bowen swung heavily on Burke's ribs. He rushed Burke to the ropes and some telling infighting was there indulged in by both. Burke planted a rather hot one on Andy's neck, but the round was Bowen's.

In the third Bowen lost no time but set to work at once planting his right on Burke's ear and later swinging heavily in the region of the heart. Some mixing followed but Bowen again had the best of it. Burke found Andy's jaw in a lively shape. Bowen rushed Burke landing heavily on his ribs, but the latter got in a clever uppercut. When the gong sounded the men were engaged in lively close fighting, which Burke had no reason to enjoy.

In the fourth matters were of the give and take order until Burke planted a severe upper cut full in the face which caused the little fellow to wax more cautious. This round went to the credit side of the Burke account.

During the rounds that intervened up to the twenty-eighth there was some fast and furious fighting. Burke's forte was in uppercutting while Bowen devoted his chief attention to the wind and ribs of his opponent. Both men occasionally hinged wildly and repeated opportunities to end matters were allowed to pass unnoticed by either. Bowen's principal drawback was in failing to follow up his unnumerable advantages. He had his man time and again, but for some reason or other held aloof thus allowing Burke to recover himself.

In the twenty-eighth Bowen scored a clear knockdown. While Burke was not done for, he determined to remain down awhile to recover himself, but as the referee counted "5" the gong sounded the end of the round.

Some "horse-and-horse" exchanges were indulged in, when at the end of the 34th the crowd began to tire, and a number of spectators left the arena. The gallery started to whistle "Home Sweet Home," and the refrain was taken up generally.

Burke began to show no disposition to fight, and breaking ground, would run like a deer from the slightest feint or pass of Bowen. In the 41st he wanted a draw, but Bowen kicked, and Referee Duffy announced that there would be a finish to the crowd, who yelled for both men to do some fighting and have the matter decided.

Both men were very weak in the 48th. Burke was knocked down and apparently completely dazed, but he staggered back to his feet and Andy himself was too groggy to put him out. From this time on Bowen had all the best of the fighting. Both men had recovered themselves wonderfully. Burke at times got in on his opponent, but his blows lacked steam. Without wincing, however, he received some terrific blows from the little fellow, and the way in which he took his gruel proved conclusively that either he can "eat punishment" or the real force of Bowen's blows does not carry all the terrors and damage accredited to them. He would hit Burke in the body as he pleased, but he could not reach the more vulnerable points.

During the 94th round President Dixon took Referee Duffy's place for the time being. In the 105th, Bowen missed a heavy swing at his opponent and stumbling over him turned a complete somersault, falling heavily on his back.

The crowd had long since tired out and yelled for a "draw." Duffy said that he would declare the affair "no contest." A howl was raised against this and the contest went on. Duffy appeared annoyed at the refusal of Captain Barrett and President Dixon to allow his deciding "no contest," and at the end of the 108th announced that if nothing were done during two more rounds he would end the matter with his threatened decision.

Bowen got in several stiff punches on his opponent, but Burke anxious to have the affair terminated without his being put out, kept sprinting around amid the jeers and yells of the assemblage so that nothing effectual could be done during these critical two rounds. Accordingly at the end of the 110th Referee Duffy declared the affair, "no contest." Bowen was very much put out over the decision, but gulping down his sorrow manfully, strode over and grasped his adversary's hand.

The combatants left the arena and the spectators hurriedly left for their homes or places of business.

AFTER THE BATTLE.

A representative of The Item immediately sought out President Dixon to question him about what action would be taken regarding the decision. He at first was averse to expressing himself, but finally said:

"I am not pleased with Mr. Duffy's ruling. He had conferred with me thereon, and I told him that the men would have to combat for two weeks, if necessary, to reach a finish. There certainly had been no brutality nor anything else evinced that would justify so abrupt a termination to the affair.

Under the circumstances, the board of directors will have to pass upon whatever disposition will be made of the $2500 purse. But I can assure you that these men, who combated throughout the night, will not be left to realize that they worked so hard in vain.

"No, we will not arrange another 'go' between these two men, but the board of directors will fix upon their remuneration."

In Burke's Room.

When Burke and his attendants reached their rooms, the principal acknowledged feeling very sore from the blows that he had received in the stomach and about the ribs and heart. There were large red welts on his back as if they had been administered by a cat-o-nine-tails, sustained from violently rubbing against the ropes in avoiding Bowen's rushes. Burke said that he could do no fighting toward the end on account of injuring his hands in landing on Bowen's head early in the action. He then displayed a badly swollen pair of dukes and wrists, that indicated that some smaller bones had been fractured. These at once were given medical attention. He explained that it was on this account that he so persistently requested Bowen to have the affair declared a "draw." He was perfectly satisfied with the result, his contentment emanating principally from the fact that he had saved himself from being knocked out. He regards Bowen as a good clever fighter and still puncher, whose peculiar tactics in the ring are rather difficult to get on to. Lablanche had little to say beyond expressing his belief that it was the longest Marquis of Queensberry contest on record.

In Bowen's Room.

Andy was disconsolate over the outcome. His interrogatory to every one that came in was, "Say, ain't that hard luck?" He called general attention to the fact that he was then as fresh as when he went into the ring, without having so much as a mark to show that he had been fighting all night. Jumping on the scales it was discovered that he had lost but three-quarters of a pound during the encounter. Andy acknowledged that Burke is a clever man, but an out-of-sight sprinter. He was somewhat cheered by a visit from President Dixon, who held a private conversation with Mr. Anderson, one of Andy's seconds.

Mr. Anderson denounced the decision vigorously, saying that Bowen was perfectly willing and showed his willingness to fight. He said that the decision was hard on Bowen, who tried his best to make Burke fight. Continuing, he said: "Why, they even wanted to fluke. That man LaBlanche came over to me about the thirty-fifth round and proposed that his man would go out for $1000 of the purse. This I refused."

Bowen broke in and said: "Why, Burke was making all sorts of propositions to me during the contest, but I told him to come up and fight."

Its Future Effect.

Captain Wm. J. Barrett who has superintended all of the important fistic events given in this city said in reference to the referee's decision: I saw no reason to stop the contest. Mark the fact that despite the affair having lasted all night there was not a drop of blood visible on either man. It will have the effect of suddenly stopping fights in the future; for I have determined on this very account, that when I perceive the slightest foul, that heretofore has been allowed to pass unnoticed, I will at once put an end to the affair, no matter what the nature of the contest may be.

1906-04-05 Sam Langford W-PTS15 Joe Jeannette [Pythian Rink, Chelsea, MA, USA]

1906-04-06 The Boston Journal (Boston, MA) (page 11)

LANGFORD WINNER OVER JEANNETTE
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Sam Won From Bronze-Colored Giant at Lincoln Club--Gaines Knocked Out Geary.
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Sam Langford of Cambridge conceded twenty or more pounds to big Joe Jeannette, and gave the bronze-colored negro heavyweight a good beating. The bout was held at the Pythian rink, Chelsea, last night, and attracted less than 1000 spectators. It was not much of a fight, as it was Langford all the way, although at one spell he was very dangerous and had the jesting middleweight wobbly. Sam displayed a great inclination to send over the right wallop for a knock-out, but his left stab was his best punch.

Jeannette is a handsomely built fellow and weighed in the neighbourhood of 185 pounds. He is practically a novice at fighting and does not know how to hit or how to guard. Had he rushed in to Langford and played hard for the abdomen he would have stood a good chance, but instead he played on the defensive practically all the time. Langford was very fast and very quick at infighting, a left wallop being brought up to the chin and jaw whenever they came to close quarters. Langford also played a tattoo whenever he could on Joe's ribs and kidneys, and these punches hurt terribly, for the steam was taken out of Joe by these attacks.

Never in Danger.

There was no evidences of foul fighting, but the referee, Jack Sheehan, worked hard separating the men. While Jeannette transgressed the rules a great deal, yet Sam was also to blame on more than one occasion. Jeannette went down three times but never was in danger of a real knockout. The first time in the fifth round he was caught on the back of the neck and was off his balance when he was struck. The other time he was floored with a left to the nose but had his wits about him all the time.

There was a good deal of betting. Langford was the choice of all the wise fellows but there was a great deal of Jeannette money in sight.

The talent realized that Langford was out of condition when he fought Jeannette at Lawrence on Christmas day and, putting that in conjunction with the fact that Sam defeated Larry Temple, doped him out a sure winner. In the fifth round it looked as if Jeannette would not stay the distance, and his manager, George Armstrong, was like a hen on a hot griddle, dancing around in his corner with a sponge on his hand ready to throw the water on his yellow boy.

Langford was not trained to the minute and his flesh was just a bit loose. That was from the training plan to put on weight to cope with Jeannette in the clinching and hugging.

Still it worked disadvantageously for the 'Ho Ho' man, for he had "bellows to mend" in the thirteenth round.

The first and second rounds were really devoid of features. Langford worked his right punch on to Joe's kidneys at every clinch, and a left hook or jolt for the jaw whenever he could steal it up. Jeannette preferred long range attacks and tried to land several rights on Sam's jaw, working them from the side down at his hip. Langford's straight left was always in evidence, and his feinting to get Joe puzzled did not avail. Joe was as strong as a bull at the opening and did not try to guard against the body attacks.

Jerry Gaines added another knockout to his long list, Joe Geary of the South End falling a victim to his right in six rounds. It was a grand fight. Geary fought well and gave Jerry a grand argument. The preliminary was between Young Nelson of Lawrence and Charley Dwyer, the latter winning.


1906-04-06 The Evening Tribune (Providence, RI) (page 17)

LANGFORD WINS FROM JEANNETTE AFTER 15 ROUNDS.
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Battle at Chelsea Last Evening Was Hot One, Although Langford Was Outweighed Considerably. -- Several Times Latter Was in Bad Way But Came Back Strong.

Chelsea, Mass., April 6.--After 15 rounds of hard, fast fighting, Sam Langford of Cambridge was awarded the decision over Joe Jeannette of New Jersey, by Referee Jack Sheehan, at the Lincoln Club last night. In spite of the fact that Jeannette had once whipped Langford, and that he had many pounds the better of the weight last night, the local colored man performed most creditably against him, and at times had the Jerseyite weak and groggy and hanging on. Though Langford won by a good margin, he had no easy time, for at times the big New Jersey man whaled him pretty hard. Several times during the battle it looked as though Jeannette would be knocked out, especially in the fifth and ninth rounds. In these rounds Langford showed brilliantly, but Jeannette's powers of taking punishment pulled him through each time, and he invariably came back fresh as a daisy in the next rounds and fought fast and hard.

For the first three rounds the fighting was pretty nearly even, though it might be accredited to Langford on a pinch. The New Jersey man set the pace, getting to Langford hard and often. At the same time Langford hammered in some terrific body punches and when in clinches banged Jeannette pretty hard on the kidneys. In this way he appeared to hammer Jeannette down gradually until the fifth round, when he got to the visitor mighty hard, and at one time Jeannette went to the mat, partly from the effects of a punch and partly through slipping. However, Jeannette was up quickly enough and at it. In the next round Langford tried to finish the bout, and, though he fought hard and fast, Jeannette fought him back. Again in the seventh round Langford whipped a clean left hook to Jeannette's jaw, and the latter took the count.

Then it was terrific fighting for the remainder of the contest. Jeannette at times appeared to grow stronger as the contest progressed and, after being pretty well punched in the eighth round, he sent Langford to his corner at the end of the ninth round a bit weak. From the ninth to the end of the fifteenth round the pair tried hard to stop each other and though Langford had Jeannette a bit to the bad at times, he was not able to put over the knock-out punch. The pair finished the battle tired from the fast pace and tremendous punching that they had been through, the decision going rightfully to Langford, who won by a long margin, in a very fine contest.

Preceding this bout was one scheduled for eight rounds between Jerry Gaines and Joe Gerry the ex-am amateur. The pair put up a slashing contest for six rounds, during which each seemed to at times have the advantage, Gaines several times looking as though he was all but out. However, in the sixth round Gaines landed a right uppercut flush to Gerry's jaw, and the latter was down and out.

In the first preliminary Charles Dwyer, a fat boy from Cambridge, won the decision over Young Nelson of Lawrence, a much lighter chap in a six-round bout.


1906-04-06 The Evening World (New York, NY) (page 13)

LANGFORD SCORES ANOTHER VICTORY
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(Special to The Evening World.)

BOSTON, April 6.--Sam Langford was awarded the decision over Joe Jeannette after fifteen rounds of hard fighting at the Lincoln A. C., Chelsea, last night. The big Jerseyite had thirty pounds the best of the weights and a regular boarding-horse reach. Langford was as persistent as a mosquito, however, and kept boring in. He set a terrible pace for the big fellow, and early in the seventh, with a series of body blows followed by a terrific smash on the jaw, sent his man to the floor.

1911-04-04 Jack Dillon W-PTS12 Frank Mantell [Armory Athletic Association, Boston, MA, USA]

1911-04-05 The Boston Journal (Boston, MA) (page 9)

Fast Milling At Armory A. A.
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JACK DILLON PUTS IT OVER MANTELL
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Hoosier Boxer Proves That He Is a First Class Middleweight.
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MATTY BALDWIN HAS BETTER OF CAREY
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Joe White Defeats an Italian Called "Burke"--Lennon and Coes Draw.
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There was a large gathering at the Armory A. A. last night to witness the all-star show. Jack Dillon of Indianapolis made Frank Mantell of Pawtucket look like a selling plater, and Matty Baldwin did the same, although not to such a great extent, to Tommy Carey of Philadelphia. In the preliminaries Joe White defeated Teddy Burke in six rounds and Jimmy Lennon and Johnny Coes boxed a draw at the same distance.

Jack Dillon showed himself to be a first-class middleweight in his bout with Frank Mantell, and the Hoosier must be considered as a fit candidate for championship honors. Mantell put up as game a battle as one would wish to witness, and took punches on the jaw and body that would have meant a knockout against a boxer who was not a human fortress.

Dillon An Infighter.

Dillon is an infighter when he is allowed to choose his attack, but is a fair boxer in the open. He is inclined to hit low when he starts a left hand upper cut, but this offense is not intentional.

Mantell made a grand rally in the two final rounds, and had the crowd rooting for him, but it was a dying effort. Dillon showed poor judgment in mixing it up in the final round, as he had the bout won by a mile up to that period.

Matty Baldwin came to his own in his bout against Tommy Carey of Philadelphia. There was nothing to it but Baldwin. Matty boxed in his old time style, and there never was a round throughout the twelve round period in which Carey had a lead. Carey was no slouch at that, and realizing that a knockout was his only salvation the visitor made a determined flash at the opening of the eleventh round, but the Charlestown boxer not only held him off, but beat him to all of his leads.

Baldwin is not as fast as he was when he was considered a possibility as the lightweight champion of the world, but he is far from all in, and his injured arm did not bother him in the slightest last night.

"Burke" An Italian.

Joe White of South Boston defeated an Italian who performed under the name of Teddy Burke. "Burke" substituted for Young Jaspar, who injured his ankle in the main bout at Woburn Monday night. White had to go all the way, as "Burke" was game throughout, but lacked the stamina in the closing round.

Jimmy Lennon and Johnny Coes boxed a six round draw in the opening bout. As usual, there was a mild protest over the decision, but the award was fair and equitable, as each offset the lead scored by the other.

On account of the A. A. U. boxing championships being held in Mechanics' Hall next Monday and Tuesday evenings, the regular weekly show of the Armory A. A. will be held Wednesday, April 12. The program has not been arranged as yet, but will be announced Friday.


1911-04-05 The Evening Times (Pawtucket, RI) (page 2)

Jack Dillon Gets Better of Frank Mantell at Boston
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MANTELL IS EASY FOR DILLON
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Indianapolis Middleweight Has It On Him in Every Department.
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PAWTUCKET BOXER GAME.
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Mattey Baldwin Gets a Shade the Better of Tommy Carey.
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WINNER ROUGH AT TIMES.
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BOSTON, April 5.--Leaving little room for any doubt, Jack Dillon, the Indianapolis middleweight, outfought and outgeneralled Frank Mantell in the feature bout at the Armory A. A. last night. Matty Baldwin won from Tommy Carey of Philadelphia in 12 rounds, but Baldwin did not have anything to boast about.

The Charlestown boxer gives every appearance of being done as a high grade performer. Carey boxed in a willing manner and what solid blows were scored could be credited to him. Baldwin missed time after time, and his blows had absolutely no power behind them. Baldwin scored oftener and made his blows look more effective than they were by pushing Carey. Carey was boxing just as good in the final round as when he started, while Baldwin gave every appearance of being tired and worn out.

Carey proved an aggressive little chap and early in the contest smeared Baldwin's face and lips with his gloves. Baldwin acted rough at times, particularly when Carey was scoring on him. The visitor, on the other hand, boxed a clean contest.

Jack Dillon lived up to his reputation and proved to be all able boxer. In every round he had a lead, and in some he showed way ahead of Mantell. The latter put up a game battle, but could do nothing to stem the tide. The visitor has no particular style. He uses old-time and up-to-date methods. His position in the ring will bother any boxer, while his attack and defense are perfect. Mantell is rather a clever boxer, but against Dillon he didn't have a chance.

For three rounds Dillon placed his punches almost when and where he wanted. Mantell's heavy attack was blocked most of the time, although the Pawtucket boxer got in some good, solid blows.

About one second before the ending of the fourth round Mantell scored a clean right-hand punch to the jaw that shook Dillon from his head to his toes. Mantell assumed the aggressive in the fifth round and made his best showing, scoring with solid punches to the body. Dillon displayed good judgment here, when, quick as a flash, he shifted his attack and started to box for Mantell's head.

The preliminaries also were good. Substituting for Young Jasper, who injured his ankle while in another contest, Benny Burke of the North End went in and for six rounds gave Joe White an excellent contest. Burke lost the decision, but did remarkably well to hold off White for six rounds.

In the opening preliminary Johnny Coes of the South end and Jimmy Lunnin of Roxbury boxed a six-round draw. For some reason or another the preliminary bouts are overlooked, but these boys crowded more work into their rounds of boxing than some so-called star performers.


1911-04-05 The Evening Tribune (Providence, RI) (page 8)

MANTELL FIGHTS GAMELY, BUT IS BEATEN BY BEAR-CAT JACK DILLON
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Mantell Puts Up a Great Battle Against Jack Dillon
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Pawtucket Boy Lost Decision to Western Fighter, One of World's Greatest Middleweights.
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NEVER IN DANGER AND WAS CLEVERER THAN DILLON.
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Staggered Him with Fierce Wallop in Fourth.--Mantell Did Not Bear a Mark.

(By N. T. Granlund.)

One of the toughest and fastest fights between middleweights of the many seen at the club recently was pulled off at the Armory A. A. at Boston last night, when Frank Mantell lost the decision to Jack Dillon, a bear-cat fighter from Indianapolis. A draw would not have been an unfair decision, for Mantell was twice as clever as Dillon and repeatedly made him look foolish by the clever manner in which he made Dillon miss or blocked his blows almost before they started.

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Mantell made a big hit by his showing last night and a part of the crowd seemed peeved at Flaherty's verdict. They thought Mantell was entitled to a draw, in view of his eminently superior cleverness all through the fight. He was never in danger, was never staggered by a punch and warded off a veritable hail of wallops with his gloves and elbows, while he was handing out a fine line of fisticuffs on his own hook.

DILLON A WONDER.

This Dillon is very good. In the opinion of old-time ring experts and the Boston newspaper men I talked to, he is the best middleweight ever seen in Boston, Klaus, Gardner, Houck or Kelly included. He knows everything. A short, ugly-looking, rugged scrapper, built like Klaus, he is a good boxer, knows every trick of the trade, can cover up when he wants to and can hit like the crack of doom. He has Gardner's cleverness and Klaus's punch, but couldn't get away with Mantell, who went him one better on cleverness and got home more blows. The difference was this: Dillon rushed most of the time, threw blows in all directions, and had the harder punch, while Mantell outpointed him in the clinches and made him waste nine out of ten punches on his gloves or elbows or ducked under them. Mantell was certainly fighting and as round after round went by and he not only stayed with Dillon, but bored in and slugged with him, he got the crowd with him, and they were all rooting for Mantell at the finish.

A FIERCE LAST ROUND.

The last round was probably the most exciting three minutes of fighting ever seen at the Armory. Never before in the history of the club has so much fighting been poked into so few minutes. Dillon came out of his corner with a rush and, with head lowered, charged at Mantell like a bull, his arms flying. The Pawtucket lad met him with a smashing right-hand uppercut, and they met with a crash in the middle of the ring, Dillon striving vainly to batter down Mantell's guard and slam home an uppercut to his jaw or stomach, but Mantell merely knocked his right hand down with his left and gave Dillon a dose of his own medicine by frequently bringing his left up and hitting Dillon in the face. For fully a minute they stood, heads on each other's shoulders, fighting like mad, while the crowd stood up and howled with excitement. Flaherty couldn't break them for a while, but at last they came apart, only to rush together again and repeat the performance. So skillfully did Mantell handle himself in this round that Dillon, with all his rushing and show of fighting, did not land a single blow, which was plainly apparent to the crowd. He tried desperately to get home a wallop and made a great show of fighting, but Mantell's arm was "always in the way," and he didn't land once.

Dillon probably thought he could rush Mantell about the ring and make it look as if he were defeating him, but he was considerably disconcerted by the way Mantell met his rushes and fought him back. Dillon was tiring perceptibly toward the end of the round and all his steam was gone, while Mantell was as fresh as ever and coming strong. A few rounds more might have put a far different complexion on the fight.

MANTELL WAS UNMARKED.

Mantell did not have a mark on him after the fight and did not show blood once. Dillon's lips were slightly cut and blood ran from his right ear, where Mantell caught him with a left in the second round. Mantell hit Dillon more than he hit him, but his blows didn't have the steam that Dillon's had. The Indianapolis bear-cat launched a storm of blows and fought hard all the way, but Mantell warded off many of them.

FIGHT VERY FAST.

The fight was fast, and was a grueling battle all through. Mantell was perfectly willing to swap punches with Dillon and got a peach of a left jab and right cross to working and did a lot of execution, while Dillon got under Mantell's guard a couple of times and clouted him with a right-hand uppercut, which, however, was partially blocked and did little damage. The first three rounds were even, with Dillon tearing in all the time and trying his best to get over his right to Mantell's jaw. Frank covered so cleverly, however, that he couldn't land.

The fourth round was even until just at the bell, when Mantell let fly a wicked right-hand wallop to Dillon's jaw. It shook the Westerner from head to heels and his knees shook as he went to his corner. He was slow and lethargic in the fifth round, when Mantell was on top of him all the way and had a clear lead at the finish.

Mantell got a swift left jab working in the sixth round and scored enough to give him a shade. He also had a little in the seventh, but Dillon started for his stomach in the eighth and had a big lead at the end. The ninth and 10th belonged to Dillon on his aggressiveness, but Mantell came back strong in the last two and fought Dillon on even terms.

BALDWIN BEAT CAREY.

Matty Baldwin came back in wonderful fashion after breaking his arm twice and hammered Tommy Carey of Philadelphia all over the ring. Baldwin slowed up after the fifth round as he did enough work before that to give him the victory by a wide margin. Carey was game and had a cast-iron jaw, which made Baldwin's punches ineffectual.


1911-04-05 The Indianapolis Star (Indianapolis, IN) (page 11)

DILLON WINS FAST BOUT
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EASILY DEFEATS MANTELL
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Indianapolis Middleweight Delights Boston Fans With Whirlwind Fighting--Both Boys Swap Punches at Final Bell.
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BOSTON, Mass., April 4--(Special)--Jack Dillon, the Indianapolis middleweight, made his Boston debut at the Armory tonight and showed good form, decisively defeating Frank Mantell of Pawtucket, R. I., in their scheduled twelve-round bout. Dillon was the aggressor the greater part of the time and, while Mantell showed well at the standoff game, Dillon was the real fighter when it came to mixing.

The Hoosier lad made a great impression on the fans and an effort will be made to hook him up with Frank Klaus for an early date at the Armory Club.

Dillon gave Mantell a severe beating about the body, but the Rhode Islander was game to the core and stood up under the grueling punishment in good fashion. While neither man secured a knockdown, Dillon had Mantell in a bad way in the eighth round, when he put two hard rights to the jaw and Mantell was forced to clinch. For the first five rounds the going was close to being even. Dillon seemed to be holding back for an opening, while Mantell used his long reach to good advantage and kept jabbing his left to Dillon's jaw. Mantell had the better of the argument at the standoff game. Whenever the men came to close quarters, Dillon would rap hard lefts to the body, slowing his opponent up.

DILLON GAINS LEAD.

After the sixth round Dillon was the master of the situation at all times. He was always ready to take a punch to land one, and at several stages it appeared that Mantell would not last through. Dillon also used a right uppercut with telling effect. As Mantell would come rushing in Dillon would sent rights ripping to the jaw and then play away with both arms to the body. In the eighth, ninth and tenth rounds Mantell took an unmerciful beating, but showed great gameness.

The eleventh round was a hummer. Both men stood toe to toe at times and whaled away at each other without let-up. The final round, however, was not only the fastest one of the night, but one of the greatest ever seen in this city. Immediately after shaking hands Dillon tore into Mantell like a bull, swinging both arms to the head and body. Dillon fought Mantell to the ropes, whipping right-hand punches to the stomach.

Mantell came back strong, however, and both men locked head in the center of the ring, swinging rights and lefts to the body. They worked themselves around the ring in this fashion, both taking and giving severe punishment. Just before the bell rang Dillon rushed Mantell to the ropes again, sending left and right to jaw. Mantell countered with a hard right smash to the jaw and they were swapping punches at the bell.

Dillon said tonight that he would not stay in the East, but would rather return to Indianapolis, as he has several bouts pending in the West.

1905-04-03 Young Corbett II ND6 Young Erne [Washington Sporting Club, Philadelphia, PA, USA]

1905-04-04 The Philadelphia Inquirer (Philadelphia, PA) (page 10)

YOUNG ERNE PUTS UP A GOOD BOUT
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Young Corbett Is Outpointed by the Local Boy in the Early Rounds of the Go
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But Later on, After Being Stung He Held On Often Enough to Have Lost the Decision
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Young Erne just escaped the distinction of having bested Young Corbett in the wind-up at the Washington Sporting Club last night. After having outpointed the former champion in the first two rounds, something went wrong with him, and from the ringside it looked like a case of falling of the heart.

Corbett stung him good and hard in the early part of the third round, and from that on to the finish he devoted the bulk of his energies to holding. Now and then he had lapses, and for brief intervals showed up brilliantly with his left hand jabs. They landed all right, but they had no visible effect upon Corbett.

Taking the bout from end to end there was very little difference in the number of clean blows that were landed, but those that Corbett got in had more steam behind them, and that taken in conjunction with Erne's stalling tactics, entitled Corbett to the verdict, were verdicts permitted here.

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Corbett looked high in flesh and probably had seven or eight pounds the better of Erne, but every pound over was that much excess baggage. Erne looked good and strong, and showed a confidence at the start of the action that was lacking on the occasion of his former meeting with Corbett.

Corbett took the initiative at the start, and kept up his aggressive tactics to the finish. Corbett led off with a solid right to the body, and Erne got back with a left on the chops, he went to a clinch, after which Corbett again got in with a right to the body. Erne jabbed Corbett with straight lefts four times in succession, and then brought his right around on the jaw. Corbett boxed back wildly, and Erne got in another light right as the bell rang.

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Corbett started the second round with a rush, but when into a clinch, during which he hammered Erne about the body. In the breakaway Erne landed three lefts straight, after which there was a lively mix-up, both boys shooting out at random.

The tide began to turn in Corbett's favor in the third. He caught Erne over the eye with a short-swinging left, and there followed a lively mix-up, with the honors in favor of Corbett. Erne was evidently stung good and hard, for he persisted in holding and ignored the advice of his seconds to "keep a hitting."

The fourth round was very like the third, although there was a lively mix-up at the finish. In the fifth round they were locked almost for a minute, Corbett gaining whatever advantage there was in the short-arm punching. When they were finally separated, Corbett again got back with his left while Corbett swung his right hard into the body. There was another lively finish to the round, during which neither seemed to hear the bell.

Erne started the sixth round evidently bent on trying to make up the ground that he had lost in the three preceding rounds. He started out fast enough, and at long range had the better of the exchanging, but his punches lacked the requisite steam. Once he caught Corbett with a full right-hander, but that did not deter Corbett from boring in. There was another bunch of punches exchanged at short range, and again Corbett showed that he had several points on Erne at that style of boxing. Erne was pretty tired at the finish, and Corbett himself was in no condition for a waltz. In making his matches hereafter it would be well for Young Erne to insist on the Philadelphia interpretation of the Queensberry code--to box until ordered to break, and then break clean.


1905-04-04 The Philadelphia Record (Philadelphia, PA) (page 10)

CORBETT TOO FAT TO BOX
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Went Six Rounds to a Draw With Young Erne of This City.
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NOT A KNOCKDOWN SCORED
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Bob Fitzsimmons Wants a Match With Marvin Hart--Jack O'Brien and "Kid" McCoy to Come Together Once More.
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Judging by his exhibition at the Washington Sporting Club last night, Young Corbett's days as a fighter are over. He was hog fat, and had his opponent, Young Erne, had a little more sand he would have beaten the Denver lad. As it was, Erne was entitled to a draw, and many of the spectators thought that he was entitled to a little the best of it. In the number of clean blows landed Erne did much the best work, but he marred this by holding when there was no necessity of it, and when he should have stood off and jabbed Corbett, as he could easily do whenever he tried.

The conditions of the match gave Corbett all the best of it. Erne was to weigh in at 132 pounds at 8 o'clock, but Corbett was to box at catch-weights. When the time arrived none of the Corbett party were on hand and neither man weighed, although Erne was on hand, ready to go on the scales. The men boxed under the rough-and-tumble rules which Corbett insisted on, each man being made to take care of himself in the clinches and at all other times. This gave Corbett a tremendous advantage, and he put his weight on Erne at every opportunity. This rough-and-tumble style of boxing made the bout very tiresome at times, for the men wrestled, pushed and shoved each other around the ring instead of boxing, often for half a minute at a time. In addition to his fat paunch, Corbett's face looked bloated.

Erne opened the first round with a jab to Corbett's nose. Corbett seemed surprised at the speed shown by the local boxer and set himself for a hard punch. He smashed Erne in the stomach and then Yi-Yi stabbed him on the nose for his trouble. Corbett stepped back and set himself to deliver a hard punch, when Erne jabbed him four times on the nose without a return. Corbett seemed to have trouble in breathing and Erne's jabs made it worse. He came to a clinch and while Erne was holding him Corbett pounded Erne's kidneys. Erne jabbed Corbett with his left and then, sending his right over, rocked Corbett with a punch on the jaw.

In the second Erne went to Corbett and planted his left to the latter's nose twice without a return. Corbett got in some hard blows on Erne's kidneys and then Erne jabbed him a couple of times in the nose. Corbett sent a hard right to Erne's body and "Yi-Yi" came to a clinch. When they separated Erne got loose and he jabbed Corbett three times. The blows were light and Corbett laughed. The balance of the round was spent in wrestling. There was considerable wrestling in the third. Erne was holding most of the time. Then he would make a rally and get two or three jabs. In a hard mix-up in the middle of the ring Corbett cut Erne's eye with a punch aimed at his jaw but which went to high. Later he got to Erne's jaw and the downtowner came to a clinch.

Corbett forced the boxing in the fourth round. He got in a couple of left hooks, but the blows lacked steam. Erne jabbed Corbett several times and the Denver lad got wild and swung several times, missing Erne by a foot.

The fifth was the best of the contest. It opened with a rush. Erne got a hard uppercut to Corbett's stomach. Corbett did not like it and crouched back and doubled over to escape punishment. Meantime he was trying his best to get in hard punches to Erne's body. Then Erne broke loose and went at Corbett for keeps. He landed six jabs on Corbett's face and got away without a return. Erne then went to Corbett's body and punched him so hard that Corbett was forced to hold. Corbett tried to make a rally and they were mixing it up hard. The crowd was excited and yelling so loud that the men were unable to hear the bell and they boxed for several seconds after it had rang.

Erne started to force the boxing in the last round, but the men soon came to a clinch. Corbett rushed Erne through the ropes, but he managed to stay on the platform. Then Erne rocked Corbett's head with a right. One of Erne's jabs started the blood from Corbett's mouth. Corbett got a left to Erne's jaw and the men were in a clinch when the bell rang.

In the semi-wind-up Harry Decker defeated Nick Hollywood in a fast contest. At first it looked as if Hollywood would prove too much for the local boxer, but Decker turned the tables in the third round and after doing some good boxing he took the lead and kept it to the end, having Hollywood in pretty bad shape when the bell rang at the end of the bout.

1900-04-02 Joe Gans W-TKO5 Chicago Jack Daly [Penn Art Club, Philadelphia, PA, USA]

1900-04-03 The Philadelphia Inquirer (Philadelphia, PA) (page 6)

GANS TOYS WITH CHICAGO JACK DALY
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Monkeys With Him for Four Rounds and Then Quietly Drops Him in the Fifth
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DOUGHERTY'S CLEAN WIN
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Devine Scraps Like a Washerwoman Hanging Out Clothes and Still Manages to Stay the Limit
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The eccentricities and the uncertainties of the boxing game were brought out in bold relief at the show of the Penn Art Club, at Twentieth and Montgomery avenue, last night. The preliminaries were all right. Everybody agreed to that. But the semi-wind-up and the wind-up! Well, they were strictly very much Upper Sandusky.

Chicago Jack Daly met Joe Gans in the wind-up. It was liberally circulated that the winner of this particular bout was to be stacked up against Frank Erne. Just why, as events proved, was not apparent. Daly is a game, and doubtless a good fellow, but when it comes down to the serious side of the fighting game--particularly when a championship is in view--he will have to be passed up. Gans devoted the first two rounds of last night's bout to sizing his man up.

That being done, he deliberately pulled in the next two, and then went in the fifth and settled his opponent with a cameo swing on the jaw. Daly's head and feet assumed a horizontal position, and his koko hit the flooring with a resounding thud, and the spectators made a rush to seek the outer air. There never was a stage of the game when Gans did not hold Daly more than safe, and though his well-meant kindness to "pull" in order to give the spectators a run for their money was appreciated by a few, it was not that for which the people paid. It was such an obvious fake that all hands were on before the gong sounded for the beginning of the fifth round.

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The semi-wind-up was between Dan Dougherty, 105-pound champion of America, and Jimmy Devine, of Philadelphia. Although the bout went the limit, Devine never stood any chance. He tried hard, but was hopelessly outclassed at every point. Dougherty simply made a punching bag of James, and won in the easiest possible manner.

Isidor Strauss and Harry Berger fought a clean, hard bout. Both tried all they knew how, exchanging blow for blow throughout the bout. It was one of the most even contests seen in a long time, and at the end it would have been hard to pick the winner. The final bell sent the lads to their corners, neither having the advantage.

When Bobby Thompson and Charlie Norton came together, it was evident that an old score had to be wiped out by one or the other. Each lad had a win to his credit, and now the rubber had to be won. Norton's left repeatedly shot out like a piston rod, finding Bobby's jaw each time. Thompson played for the body, but many of his blows fell short, and Norton would rip in that left, which seemed to rack Thompson from head to foot. Both were very cautious, and would take no risks. Norton put up a grand battle, fighting Bobby all over the ring. Thompson tried his hardest, but at no stage of the game could he get on even terms with Norton. The bell sent the boys to their corner, Norton winning the rubber.

Tommy Feltz and Frankie Walsh opened the evening's sport. Walsh was the bigger boy and had the advantage in reach. Feltz waded into Frankie and landed many hard body blows. Walsh stood well away from the Brooklyn lad and jabbed his jaw repeatedly. The fourth was a terrific round, both fighting hard. Feltz was all but out, but he clinched and saved himself. Walsh continued to jab Feltz all over the ring. The bell sent the boys to their corner, with Walsh a good winner. Feltz was game to the finish and fought a splendid battle against long odds.


1900-04-03 The Philadelphia Record (Philadelphia, PA) (page 13)

GANS TOO MUCH FOR DALY
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Colored Fighter Stops the Chicago Man in the Fifth Round.
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NORTON OUTPOINTS THOMPSON
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Dougherty Fails to Stop Devine. Berger Gets Rather the Better of Strauss--Feltz and Welch Draw.
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With fourteen seconds still remaining of the fifth round, Joe Gans, of Baltimore, dropped Jack Daly, of Chicago to the floor with a right on the jaw, at the opening show of the Penn Art Athletic Club, Twentieth street and Montgomery avenue, last evening. It was the fourth time Daly had been down in the bout, but only the second time that he had been forced to take a count. The other serious knock-down happened in the fourth round, and came near putting the Chicago man out of the business right there, but he was game and got up and fought the round out. He got up all right after the last knock-down, but ten seconds had been counted off, and he was in such a condition that it would have been unwise to have allowed him to continue. Gans had proved himself the better man, and that having been settled there was no cause for needless brutality.

Daly, while a willing fighter and a hard hitter, has much to learn, and he probably picked up a few pointers last evening. Gans waited for him with great patience and Daly ran into a pretty hard punching. Daly set out to do Gans up in short order, and the very first time the men came together they hung on with lefts and pummeled away with rights for half a minute or more. Then Daly tried to land with a right swing, but he was terribly wild and Gans easily avoided him. At the close of the round Daly's nose was bleeding slightly and he looked worried.

But the Chicago man was there to fight and he opened up the second round in even more hurricane order, and he soon grazed Gans' jaw with a right smash which had lots of push behind it. Gans clinched and then Daly soaked his left into the stomach. Daly swung two or three times hard for the face, but he could never connect just right. The round was all in Daly's favor, but he did little execution.

Daly kept right after the colored man in the third round and landed a left in the face and right in the ribs. The next time he rushed, however, Gans stepped back, and, holding with his left, uppercut Daly in the face with his right. Then Gans began to do some work and he easily had the better of the round. A good right on the ribs was about all the execution Daly did in the fourth round. Gans got him by the back of the neck with the left and uppercut him three times with rights before he could get out of it. Then he crossed one of Daly's left leads, bringing him to his knees. Daly was up in a hurry and Gans went at him for keeps and in about 30 seconds knocked him down with a right on the jaw. Daly took the full count and then by good blocking and holding lasted the round out.

The fifth round lasted two minutes and 56 seconds, counting the ten seconds allowed Daly to come to time after his last knock-down. Gans poured the hot shot into him from every quarter and once tripped Daly after hitting him on the jaw and staggering him. Daly sat down, but jumped up quickly, only to receive a shower of blows.

Charley Norton, of this city, and Bobby Thompson, the Canadian bicycle rider, met for the third time in the ring, and Norton for the first time had the better of the argument. Norton protected his jaw so well with his right that Thompson never reached it with his right-hand swings, and Charley at the same time peppered Bobby with left-hand jabs in the face with such persistency as to give him much the better of it.

Harry Berger and Isadore Strauss boxed six hard-working rounds without doing each other any damage. First one and then the other had the best of it, and in the sixth round the boxing was about even. Berger rather outpointed Strauss, counting all rounds, he landing quite a number of rights on the jaw, none of which, however, proved hard enough to drop Strauss.

Danny Dougherty and Jimmy Devine agreed to fight straight Marquis of Queensberry rules, and as Dougherty proved much the better boy the bout was uninteresting. Devine was persistent and stayed the six rounds, but there was a lot of hugging and kidney punching. Devine was once pushed through the ropes and off the stage, and several times he went to his knees to avoid punishment. Dougherty's blows lacked steam and Devine could have continued had it been necessary.

Tommy Feltz, of Brooklyn, and Freddy Welch, of this city, put up six very fast rounds, with honors fairly even at the end. Feltz forced the contest from start to finish, but Welch did his share of the work in the mix-ups.

1910-04-01 Abe Attell ND10 Owen Moran [Fairmont Athletic Club, Bronx, NY, USA]

1910-04-02 The Brooklyn Daily Eagle (Brooklyn, NY) (page 8)

MORAN IS OUTPOINTED BY CLEVER ABE ATTELL
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Featherweight Champion Is the Class in Excellent Exhibition of Scientific Boxing.
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Abe Attell earned a clean cut decision over Owen Moran at the Fairmont Athletic Club last night in one of the prettiest exhibitions of scientific boxing that local sports have had the pleasure of watching in a long time. There was nothing of the sensational about the bout, as the boys were too well schooled to each other's style to admit of the slightest possibility of either inflicting damage. Both were in fine physical condition, Attell, especially, looking better than at any time he has appeared in New York before, and seemingly keyed up to the last notch of perfection.

Moran had the advantage of the weights by seven pounds, his weight being announced as 129, while that of Attell was only 122 pounds. This seeming handicap, however, counted for little once the boys started to work. Abe showed at once that he was the class. He stepped in with a stiff left to Owen's face and easily escaped the swing with which Moran tried to counter. That was about what the bout amounted to throughout. A stiff left lead to the face, with an occasional left to the body and right swing to the head made up the category of Abe's attempts.

His footwork was the best part of his performance. He was in and out like an eel and had Moran swinging like a gate. On several occasions the little English fighter almost fell on his face from the force of his own blows. A right to the body hurt Moran more than any other blow Attell used. When he found the opening he wanted Abe sent the best he had into this punch, and Moran was clearly distressed on more than one occasion.

Moran was clever, but he did not seem to have the confidence of the champion. He used his left well and repeatedly reached Abe's face with good jabs. Twice he rocked Attell with right hand swings to the head, but the blows did not land with the force he put into them because Attell was going away when they were sent. There was not a knockdown in the bout, although on two occasions each hit the floor, but on Abe's part it resulted through a wrestle, while Owen slipped when he missed.

Neither boy was badly marked. In the last round Moran succeeded in opening an old cut over Abe's left eye, and earlier in the bout Attell drew the claret from Owen's nose with his stiff jabs. The largest crowd that ever attended the bouts at the Bronx club filled every nook and corner of the big building, and long before the main attraction was put on the doors had to be shut on several hundred unfortunates who clamored for admission.

After the contest Moran almost begged Attell to give him a chance over the Marathon distance at 124 pounds. Attell would not give him a decided answer. He was willing to clinch a match at the featherweight limit, but Moran would not come within two pounds of the weight.


1910-04-02 The Evening Telegram (New York, NY) (page 8)

ATTELL SHADES MORAN ON POINTS, BUT IS BATTERED OVER RING IN LAST ROUND
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Champion Has Only Slight Margin in His Favor in Bout at Fairmont A. C.
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Briton Fights Fiercely at Finish--Result May Have Been Different if Go Longer.
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"Abe" Attell, on points, won the decision over Owen Moran in a ten round bout last night at the Fairmont Athletic Club. It was, however, not a decisive, clean cut victory by any means. The chances are that if a vote of the 3,700 fight fans, who filled every inch of space in the auditorium, were taken, Moran would be declared the victor. That was because of the aggressiveness of the little Englishman and his whirlwind finish.

In the tenth and final round he rushed the shifty Attell all around the ring, both arms flaying his opponent, opening up an ugly gash over his left eye and giving him a general gruelling. Furthermore, the sympathy of the crowd was with Moran. It was conceded by all that had the fight gone twenty or even fifteen rounds the chunky little Englishman would have been the victor.

With the exception of the last round it was not a fight to arouse enthusiasm. More than once the expectant crowd jeered the fighters for their failure to mix it. From a real scrappy standpoint the bout was a disappointment. Both men repeatedly stalled and failed to take advantage of openings which a novice would have seized with the avidity of a miser clutching a coin. Each was fresh at the finish, and the chief anxiety of both seemed to be a sporting writer's decision which was to settle a small side bet they had wagered on the result.

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Moran Loses by Wildness.

Moran lost by his wildness. Blow after blow failed to touch the nimble Attell, who also surprised many of his long time followers by his frequent inability to make connections. The Englishman had an unhappy faculty of running into "Abe's" swings that caused his backers to groan with anguish.

The tameness of the fight can be understood when it is realized that neither boxer was marked before the fifth round. Then Attell, following a rousing three seconds of hard infighting, landed several vicious jabs on "Owney's" nose. Attell escaped marked damage until the final round, when Moran, with a terrific right swing, cut a gash over "Abe's" left eye. It opened the wound made by "Johnnie" Marto last week.

In weight Moran had seven pounds advantage, according to "Billy" Gibson, who stated that at the ringside Attell tipped the beam at 122, while the scale gave Moran 129 pounds. Moran alleged that he was a pound lighter. But the Englishman's advantage in weight was more than discounted by Attell's height and reach. Both men were fit as a fiddle. There was no question about that. The betting--there was little of it, as Moran's supporters wanted slight odds--was even.

An Unsatisfactory Bout.

Last night's bout gave no satisfaction to the followers of either man. The question of superiority can only be demonstrated in a finish fight and rumor has it that both have visions of a golden purse on the Pacific Coast with this end in view. Moran can't best Attell in a ten-round bout. "Abe's: generalship in the ring, his keen knowledge of rings tactics and his trickiness enables him to outpoint almost any man of his weight in a bout of last night's limit.

But Moran's followers will dispute this. They will tell you that had he started to mix it with the champion earlier in the game that he would have won out. That is a question. Surprise was exhibited by "Abe's" friends because of the absence of his famous vicious jabs. They were not overmuch in evidence last night. He tried the infighting methods of Moran about as frequently as did the latter, and seemed to be partial to a left swing and hook.

The storied animosity between the fighters was not noticed during the scrap. The contrary seemed to be true, and when one scored a smashing point the other nodded in smiling acknowledgement. At the end they shook hands and displayed an Alphonse and Gaston attitude.

It was half-past ten o'clock when the fighters made their appearance. Attell, with a gray sweater over his trunks, his lean physique being in marked contrast to the rounded, muscular limbs of the compactly built Moran, who followed at his feels. Both were loudly cheered. In the champion's corner were "Johnny" Marto, "Kid" Griffo and "Joe" Ferguson. Moran's interests were looked after by "Jim" Plunket, "Jimmy" Johnson and "Charley" Harvey, his manager.

There was little time lost in the preliminaries. "Billy" Joh, the referee, called both to the centre of the ring and gave them brief instructions. A second later the gong sounded and the big crowd settled back for what was acknowledged to be the premier contest of the present season in little old New York.

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Briton Lands First Blow.

After feeling each other out for a moment, Attell swung two lefts for the face, in the first round, each falling short. Moran sent a hard right to the wind and Attell responded with two jolts to the face. Attell outpointed his man in the remainder of the round, which was clearly his. The second was a mild affair and the honors were even.

Moran became the aggressor in the third and put over some hard blows, winning the round by a fair margin. The little Englishman kept up his pace and with vicious head blows carried off the honors in the next, too. "Abe," however, picked up in the fifth and scored first blood with hard left to the nose.

Moran's wildness lost him the sixth, Attell scoring frequently with right and left swings. Honors were more even in the eighth, but Attell had a shade the better of it. There was good action in the ninth round. Moran rushed things from the start and landed at will on Attell, who clinched often to avoid punishment. It was Moran's round.

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Attell Battered in Tenth.

In the tenth the crowd was brought to its feet with enthusiasm. Moran seemed at last to have got his eye on distance and after some rough in-fighting sent left and right to Attell's face and in the mix-up both fell to the floor, Attell underneath.

Moran extended a helping hand. "Thank you," said "Abe" with a bow. "Don't mention it, 'Abe,'" said Moran, with a vicious swing which opened "Abe's" right eye, following it with a cracking left on the nose. "Abe's" face was now a bright crimson. He fought back, but missed a bad left, and Moran peppered him with three rights to head and stomach. It was a whirlwind finish.

In the preliminaries "Sailor" Condon bested Howard Smith in six rounds. "Tommy" Ginty knocked out "Mike" Eagan in the second round of what was to have been a six round "go." Neal Regan, "Charley" Harvey's latest find, was outclassed by Nathan Erlich. The latter is a comer. Peter Powers was so outclassed by "Tommy" Hinch in a special four round bout that Referee Joh stopped the "go" in the second round.


1910-04-02 The New York Times (New York, NY) (page 9)

ATTELL OUTPOINTS MORAN SLIGHTLY
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English Boxer Makes a Strong Showing Toward End of Bout at Fairmont A. C.
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There was nothing to alarm the most timid in the ten-round bout between Abe Attell, featherweight champion, and Owen Moran, the English boxer, held last night at the Fairmont Athletic Club. As a sparring competition pure and simple it was remarkably good. But as a fight it was distinctly not a success, and each man fought so cautiously and feared so very palpably to take a chance that the 3,000 members present voted that they had had a poor run for their money.

What advantage there was lay slightly in Attell's favor at the close of the final session, but it was solely a point advantage. Neither did damage enough to have harmed an infant, and, except for Attell's eye--which was damaged in his recent bout with Johnny Marto and from which Moran knocked the plaster in the ninth round--there was no sign of blood or injury.

Both were in the pink of condition when they entered the ring, Attell being the first to appear. It was announced that the featherweight champion had weighed in at 122 pounds an hour before, and that Moran tipped the scales at 129, although the Englishman said that 128 was the true figure. There was a long wrangle between the two men when they weighed in, and for a time it was doubtful whether the bout would go on. They did not, so far as hard hitting was concerned, carry their animosity into the ring with them.

ROUND 1--Each missed a left swing, and Moran followed up his failure to land with two more, turning himself completely around from the force of his blows, while Attell laughed at him from across the ring. They kept to long-range tactics.

ROUND 2--After much sparring Attell tried several right swings and missed with them all. Moran put a light left to the jaw. They clinched, and on the break Attell shot a left hook to the head. Thereupon they rushed into frequent clinches.

ROUND 3--Careful fiddling marked this round. Attell missed a left swing for the head, but landed a hard left to the neck. Moran jabbed Attell twice to the jaw, which made the smaller man a trifle wild in his attempted return. Attell missed twice with left and right swings, and then sent over a left hook that knocked Moran against the ropes.

ROUND 4--Following a period of long-range boxing, they rushed into a clinch. Attell sent a right hook to the body, and Moran put a short left on the jaw. Attell responded with a left swing to the stomach, and Moran jabbed in return. The Englishman ran right into a hard left hook to the stomach, but he kept on boring in and finally sent a left to the head and two rights to the neck.

ROUND 5--Attell started things with a left to the body, and then they stayed away from each other for a while. Moran landed a left jab on Attell's nose. He caught a hard left to the jaw in return. Moran's lip was scratched open by a light left jab, and Attell put two more to the mouth without return. Moran rushed and got a hard left to the face which made him clinch.

The crowd showed its disapproval of the encounter during the next four rounds, but managed to get some little satisfaction in the tenth, which went along about as follows:

Neither cut loose much at the bell. Attell got a left jab on the jaw and landed a similar blow on Moran's face. Attell let Moran rush past him wildly into the ropes, and then hit him lightly in the back of the head. As Moran turned around and rushed Attell, the latter slipped to the floor, and Moran went down with him. They exchanged light lefts when they arose, and then clinches. They were in a tight embrace at the bell.

Neil Regan, a clever Irish fighter who arrived but a fortnight ago, fought Nathan Erlich of Philadelphia in the eight-round semi-final, and lost the decision, although he was by far the more popular of the two. Elrich did considerable roughing and hitting when holding with one hand, and proved himself a rather unclean fighter.