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

1917-11-03 The Philadelphia Inquirer (Philadelphia, PA) (page 14)

WHITE REFEREED MANY GREAT FIGHTS
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Well-Known Official Who Is Critically Ill Was One of Ring's Famous Judges. Counted Out Several Champions.
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BY JOE VILA.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BY JOE VILA

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

Early 1916 rankings by Malcolm McLean of Chicago Evening Post

1916-02-19 Wilkes-Barre Times-Leader (Wilkes-Barre, PA) (page 10)

TOPNOTCH BOXERS ARE CLASSIFIED
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There seems to be a difference of opinion among those who follow the boxers as to what men are the best in their class. Malcom McLean, one of the best writers on pugilism in the West, presents this list which he declares authoritative and complete. We shoot:

Heavyweight (White).

Jess Willard, Frank Moran, Fred Fulton, Tom Cowler, Jack Dillon, Charley Weinert.

Heavyweight (Colored).

Harry Wills, Sam McVey, Sam Langford, Joe Jeanette, Jack Johnson.

Light Heavyweight.

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

Middleweight.

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

Welterweight.

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

Lightweight.

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

Featherweight.

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

Bantamweight.

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

All-time heavyweight rankings by Jim Jab in 1921

1921-07-08 The Pittsburg Press (Pittsburgh, PA) (page 25)

DEMPSEY NOT BEST EVER IN HEAVY RANKS
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Jim Jab Selects Twenty Stars and Places Jim Jeffries at Head of His List
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By Jim Jab.

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

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

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

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

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

JEFFRIES' INTRODUCTION TO TABASCO SAUCE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bob Fitzsimmons' loss to Jim Hall, fake or not?

1890-02-12 Evening News (Sydney, NSW, Australia) (page 2)

THE RING.

Hall v. Fitzsimmons.--There was an excellent house at Foley's last night to witness the match between the well-known middle weights, Jim Hall and Fitzsimmons. The advertised conditions of the match set forth that it was for forty rounds, £100, and the middle-weight championship. Certainly the display was not up to championship form. Hall was manifestly out of condition, as, after boxing two rounds, in which not much harm was done, he attempted to force the fighting, but his condition completely failed him, and at the end of the round two weak men were pushing one another about in the ring without strength enough to do harm of the mildest description. At the commencement of the fourth round Fitzsimmons advanced, and Hall accommodated him with a right somewhere in the vicinity of the jaw. Down went Fitzsimmons, who rolled on his back and kicked, but he did not get up when time was called, and referee Taylor adjudged Hall the winner. The business of the evening was preceded by some good boxing bouts between Ryan and Willis, and the brothers Griffo.

1890-02-12 The Australian Star (Sydney, NSW, Australia) (page 5)

BOXING.

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There was not a very good house at Foley's Hall last evening when business commenced, and, even when half-price time had arrived, the seats were by no means uncomfortably crowded. The reason for this may have been that the match between Jem Hall and Bob Fitzsimmons, said to be for £100 and the high-sounding title of middle-weight champion of Australia, was not sufficiently advertised, or it may have been a doubt on the part of the regular patrons of boxing contests as to its genuine character. Hall's appearance at ring-side on Saturday evening, when he seemed to be imitating the example of the once a nous Joe Nolan, who preferred to get himself fit on gin, was certainly anything but assuring. The color thus given to the ever-present suspicion in the minds of regular ring-goers, was somewhat confirmed last night by the utter absence of anything like genuine enthusiasm, or even the ordinary preparations for an important contest. Ice might have been fetching Melbourne prices by the way it was dispensed with. Those who paid to witness what they expected would prove an exciting encounter had some return for their money in the shape of a smart set-to between Starlight and his trainer, a pair of darkies, who boxed with a will, and were followed in turn by Willis and Ryan, and the brothers Griffo. Over what should have been the bonne bouche of the evening we could wish to draw the veil of silence, as the less said the better. Hall was in no condition for a 40-round encounter, and was completely at the mercy of his opponent in the third round. Yet, although Fitzsimmons had made a pretence of backing himself for a "fiver" on entering the ring, he made no effort to knock out his beaten antagonist when he had matters all his own way. We can only suppose that that formed no part of the programme, as Fitzsimmons soon after got knocked down too easily it appeared, and sprawling over the floor like a dying duck in a thunderstorm until he was counted "out." His defeat deceived no one who is in any way capable of judging the merits of a boxing match; not even the South Australian cricketers, who were present on the occasion, and who must carry away with them a curious opinion of the way in which these matters are ordered in Sydney. But what must they think of the way in which Hall's performance is belauded in the columns of a couple of our contemporaries, from one of which something better might surely have been expected. But why such a shrewd man of the world as the proprietor of Foley's Hall should allow his patrons to be disgusted with the way in which they are periodically treated, has always been a mystery beyond our comprehension.

1890-02-12 The Referee (Sydney, NSW, Australia) (page 8)

CHAMPION JIM HALL.

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Another Victory to his good Right Hand.

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The last fight Hall will have before leaving by the Alameda on Wednesday next was that with Bob Fitzsimmons, the clever and agile New Zealander, who has been looked upon as one of our smartest middle-weights for two years now. They fought for £100 and the gate money. Hall was all abroad in the matter of condition, having enjoyed himself a deal since he licked Boland, and confirmed his claim to the championship. There were three preliminary spars, Starlight and Anderson, both negroes, Willis and Ryan, and Griffo brothers giving pretty goes.

Hall was seconded by Jack Fuller and Dunn, and Fitzsimmons by Lewis. The latter looked in far the best condition, for Hall's white skin looked soft as that of a girl.

The first round was chiefly noted for Hall's long and effective left leads and heavy rights on the ribs, one of these nearly bringing Fitz down and for Fitz a clever countering and determined attempts with the right at the jaw. Hall evaded these easily, his quick instepping and neat guarding serving him well. Fitz got his shoulder well up to Hall's attempt at the point.

Round 2 was similar, though Hall did much more execution than Fitzsimmons, and discolored his left peeper with a hot right. He also stabbed the New Zealander in the mouth heavily, and visited his ribs hard and straight with the right.

Coming up to the third Hall carried out his avowed intention of taking all Fitz could give, and giving him a quick quietus if he could. He fought furiously, but Fitz's cleverness with his head caused the champion to beat the air and Bob's shoulders a lot, and he soon pumped utterly. Neither could do much damage, but Hall got awfully groggy, and nothing but his level head saved him. He kept his long left poking out, or came in with his forearm across Fitz's throat, and so was just able to last the round, recovering a bit by walking round and dashing in a good left in the mouth and a hard right on the jaw that shook Fitz up bad just on corners.

Very busy indeed were both men's attendants during the minute spell, and they came up middling well for round 4. Fitzsimmons looked very confident, and advanced smilingly to meet his antagonist. He feinted with his left to draw Hall, and laid his jaw bare for one second. Rising on his toes Hall brought the right smashing across, hissing through his teeth like a blacksmith welting hot iron. It dropped with all his weight and strength on Fitz's jaw, just above the point, and Bob fell in a heap under his conqueror's legs as the impetus carried him on. Right on his back he rolled, and lay screwing up his face and looking very cronk.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten--out, said Mr Jack Gowland, the time-keeper, and it was all over. The seconds dragged Fitz to his corner, but he slid off the chair again, and even when taken to the dressing-room did not seem to know where he was. Mr A. J. Hales was referee, and all arrangements were in perfect order.

1890-02-12 The Sportsman (Melbourne, VA, Australia) (page 4)

HALL BEATS FITZSIMMONS IN THREE ROUNDS

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By Wire--From Our Own Correspondent.

  SYDNEY, Tuesday Night.

The contest between the two middle-weights, Jim Hall and Fitzsimmons was over in three rounds and 10 seconds. Even money was laid, Hall being the favorite. Things looked pretty even till well in the third round, which Hall finished by getting three rights in at close quarters. Both were apparently in bad fettle, and the pace in this round made them very tired. As soon as they went up for the fourth, Hall landed right and left on the jaw, and Fitzsimmons did not come up to time. There was considerable surprise at the sudden ending.

1890-02-19 The Sportsman (Melbourne, VA, Australia) (page 4)

 BOXING IN SYDNEY
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Jim Hall and Fitzsimmons.
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From Our Own Correspondent.

Tuesday last I wired you the result of this match, Hall having won in three rounds and a few seconds. It was supposed to be for the middle-weight championship, and as Hall was about to leave for 'Frisco, some interest was taken in it. However, the least said about it the better. I had occasion previously to remark about Hall's carelessness in the matter of getting into condition, and giving his patrons a decent show for their money. This time he was far from fit. Fitzsimmons has a peculiar reputation, for, as far as I can recollect, all his matches have ended peculiarly. A while ago at the end of a very poor show he signified his intention of retiring from the arena, as "there was nothing in it." It would have been better for himself and the public if he had kept his word. If he doesn't show something better very soon, there will be very much less in it. In the match in question, Fitz, who is very tricky, appeared to hold his own for three rounds, but, commencing the fourth, Hall sent in both hands and he went down, deaf to the call of time, and though apparently very much dazed, recovered rapidly when the sponge went up. Enough said.

1891-03-23 The Cincinnati Enquirer (Cincinnati, OH) (page 2)

FITZ IS WARM.
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He Is Ready For Jim Hall.
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The Early History of the Middle-Weight Champion.
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Baltimore, March 22.--Muldoon left town to-day. A reporter of the American told Fitzsimmons that the great wrestler would return to the city on Thursday, and as he had been deputized by Joe Harris, Jim Hall's backer, to arrange a match for Fitzsimmons and Hall, the reporter would like to get Fitzsimmons' opinion of his fellow-countryman. Fitzsimmons gives it thus:

"Hall should be ashamed of his conduct. He knows that I am under a contract; but as soon as that expires, which will occur in a few weeks, I intend to make it hot for all of them. It is very probable then that Hall will turn tail and take the next boat for Australia. I have known Hall all my life, both of us being raised in the same place. For a long time he posed as champion; I was content to work at the forge and eke out a living for myself and wife. I disliked notoriety, and was averse to going into the ring. About two years ago, I grew desperate and arranged to fight Hall. I beat him in five rounds, and was given ten shillings for it. When I picked up my street clothes I found that they had robbed me of every cent I had, including the studs in my shirt. Fake fights were then all the go, and for a mere pittance scores of young fellows would allow Hall to stop them in four or five rounds. I was a greenhorn at the time and sadly in need of money. We had a fake fight, with the agreement that I was to fall in the sixth round. When the third round had been finished Hall was so weak that he could hardly hold up his hands. I became disgusted, but in order to keep up my part of the contract took pity on Hall, and dropped to the floor at the beginning of the next round. I can defeat Hall to a standstill with any thing in my hands from a pillow to a sledge hammer. I then determined to leave home and try my fortune in America. I worked my passage over, fell into good hands and made a match with McCarthy. This chance was a god-send. I defeated him easily, and with the winnings paid off my old debts and brought my wife to America. Then followed my fight with Dempsey, which made me a rich man. I never saw Jack until I faced him in the ring, neither have I seen him since. Dempsey made a game fight, showed wonderful courage, but was outclassed. We, in Australia, thought him invincible. I found him an easy target."

"My next fight," continued Fitzsimmons, "will in all probability be with Ted Pritchard, the present champion of England, and who recently defeated Jack Burke in the Pelican Club at London. The Troy people offer $25,000 for the match, and, if Pritchard will concede to the terms, he will find me eager for the fray."

After the interview Fitzsimmons wanted to find a barber shop. When told that the good people of Baltimore prohibited such doings as shaving on Sunday, he remarked that it was a "bloody" outrage.

1891-03-29 The Cincinnati Enquirer (Cincinnati, OH) (page 10)

MACON'S GOSSIP.
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Bob Fitzsimmons has made a good clean breast of his antipodean fistic career, and by so doing he has put himself much more favorably before the American people. His statement, which bears the impress of truth, shows that pugilism is not overly profitable in that far-off land. He beat Hall in five rounds there, and his reward for doing so was--just think of it--ten shillings, or, less than $2.50 of American money. Shortly afterwards Hall, who seems to have had command of some little money and was willing to part with it for pugilistic glory, offered Bob $75 to let him lick him in six rounds. Fitz accepted the offer, for he was in dire need of money, but he says he had hard work keeping his end of the bargain, as Hall was so tired at the end of three rounds that he had to fairly throw himself out in the fourth to get the money.

Hall has made a good many cracks since he came to this country about his willingness to fight Fitzsimmons, but after this statement he will have to come to Hecuba immmediately or be considered admittedly beneath Fitzsimmons' class. Billy Muldoon, it has been stated, came East with the power to make a match on behalf of Hall with Fitzsimmons, but up to date if any one has seen the color of his coin the fact has been strangely overlooked by the ever alert newsgathers of the press. Hall is unquestionably a remarkably scientific man. His performances in San Francisco show this, but that he is an out-and-out fighter remains to be proved. He was not able to best Billy McCarthy, whom Fitz and Jack Dempsey both defeated with ease, and certainly on this showing he would have no chance with Fitzsimmons.

  Macon.

1892-04-16 The Cincinnati Enquirer (Cincinnati, OH) (page 16)

DID THEY FAKE
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In Their Australian Fight?
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Something About Jim Hall and Bob Fitzsimmons.
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"Smiler," an Australian Sporting Authority.
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Tells of the Australian Sluggers and Their Victories.
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He Says Hall Whipped Fitzsimmons "on the Square"--Other Matters.
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Now that Jim Hall and Bob Fitzsimmons are matched any reliable information about their alleged fake fight in Australia will prove interesting. The gentleman who refereed that fight is now in this country. His name is N.J. Hall, of Australia, better known as "Smiler," sporting editor of the Sydney Referee. "Smiler" was in Chicago the other day, and the Chicago Globe has the following about him:

"Smiler" came into the city unannounced, and when met by a representative of the Daily Globe at "Sol" Price's was surprised to think that his arrival had been known to any newspaper reporters. He had, as he put it, been riding in the cars for five days, was tired, and did not intend to visit the newspaper offices or have any thing to say until to-day.

"Now that I am captured," he said, "I presume I will have to talk. Now what can I tell you?" asked "Smiler," smilingly.

"Something about Hall and Fitzsimmons, of course."

commenced with fitzsimmons.

"Well, I will begin with Fitzsimmons, and wind up with any thing and every thing you want to know. Fitz was never considered of any account as a fighter at home, and he never won a fight to amount to any thing, but I happened to see him in a go with 'Starlight,' the colored pugilist, in which the latter caught Fitzsimmons a right-hand smash alongside of the head, which every body thought was a settler. Fitzsimmons came back and whipped his man. After seeing that I made up my mind that Fitz was a fighter, and advised him to go to America and get on a match with 'Jack' Dempsey. When the match was arranged I tipped 'Fitz' as a winner for which I was ridiculed and laughed at so much that I was honestly ashamed to show my face on the street. Every body in Sydney considered Dempsey a world-beater, but I was satisfied in my own mind from what I had read of Dempsey that 'Fitz' outclassed him, height, reach, strength, &c. I could not see how he could lose. Well, you know whether I was right or not."

"If Fitzsimmons was considered of no account in Australia, how did Jim Hall stand?"

"Hall! Well, if there ever was a fighter in this world Hall is the man. He was always considered away over Fitzsimmons or anybody else in his class in the fighting line at home, and for honesty and gentlemanly bearing. 'Gentleman Jim,' as we called him, took the cake. I hope you will excuse me for that slang remark, but I heard that in San Francisco."

"Did you referee that last fight between Hall and 'Fitz,' in which the latter says he laid down for $75?"

refereed the sydney match.

"Yes I did, and I will tell you just how it was, and I hope I will forever settle that controversy. Hall was matched to fight somebody. I can not remember exactly who it was, but I know that he had only been training a week, had taken considerable medicine, and was naturally very weak. Fitzsimmons worked hard every day, and was in the pink of condition. He paid a visit to Hall's training quarters and engaged him in a friendly bout. I did not see it, but from what I heard afterward 'Fitz' had a little the best of it. After that they both fell into the hands of a speculator named Cook, who intended bringing them both to America to match them against anybody and to give sparring exhibitions. This Cook arranged a fake match between them, and for some reasons, best known to Cook, he agreed to give Fitzsimmons $75 to lay down. I, of course, did not know anything about it at the time, but found it out afterward.

"fitz" was in the pink of condition.

"Well, as I was saying, the match was arranged and was to take place at Larry Foley's Hall. 'Fitz,' as I said before, was good and strong and in the pink of condition, while Hall was weak and sick. They appointed me, as you are aware, to act as referee, so before they shook hands I asked them both if the fight was on the square, and they both answered in the affirmative, and from the way 'Fitz' went at Hall and from the way the fight terminated I was satisfied it was on the square."

"How was the fight?"

"How was it? Why, 'Fitz' went at Hall like a whirlwind as soon as time was called and made it pretty lively for 'Jim,' and when the latter came to his corner after the round he was blowing like a porpoise. While Hall was sitting in his corner he said, 'What is he trying to do? Cross me?' I thought there was something crooked about the affair then, but the fight, as far as it had gone, looked straight. 'Fitz' repeated his tactics in the second round and did his utmost to settle Hall, but the latter's cleverness and generalship were the only things that saved him. Hall went to his corner at the end of the second round a very weak and sick man. He vomited, and I actually thought he would never go up for the third round. All this time 'Fitz' was anxiously waiting for the call of time, and when it was called he rushed across the ring at Hall, bent on finishing him then and there. He let fly his left, which was stopped cleverly, and then swung his right with such force that when Hall ducked to avoid 'Fitz' he fell against the ropes.

hall gets in a knock-out blow.

"When he straightened up he tried to find Hall with his left, but the latter, although weak, met him with a stiff one in the stomach. Fitz came again and Hall balked him with his left, and, putting his left glove on Fitz's face, shot the right swiftly across on "Bob's" chin and mouth, which knocked him down and out. Fitz fell flat on his face and did not recover for fully five minutes. When he was picked up it was seen that the blow had cut a gash from his mouth down to his chin.

"It was the clearest knock-out I ever saw, and I have seen hundreds of them. Now, you have the history of that fight, and I say now, if the fight was supposed to be a fake, it was no fake when the men met in the ring, for I never saw a fairer, squarer or a fight more on its merits, wherein Fitzsimmons was more anxious to win than that one; and if Fitzsimmons agreed to lay down, as he said he did, or as he was supposed to lead Hall to believe he would not be trying to double-cross him, for if ever a man tried to win a fight Fitzsimmons did in what he terms his 'fake' fight with Hall.

"I will say this much for 'Fitz:' I think he can whip any man in the world at 154 pounds, but if ever he tackles Hall at catch-weights there will only be one man in it, and that man will be 'Jim' Hall, for I do not believe there is a man living that can defeat him or make a fight with him at 164 pounds."

considers hall the superior man.

"There is any number of people who think that 'Fitz' outclasses Hall in America," said a bystander.

"So I understand. But they have never seen Hall fight. I tell you, he is cleverer, cooler and a better general than 'Fitz,' and, as I often remarked at home, I used to get a chill when I stood in Hall's corner. In a fight he was cool."

"Have you seen Dempsey since your arrival in the country?"

"I have. I stopped in Portland with him three days, and I tell you, I never met a finer gentleman, that is, for one in his line of business, in all my life. He kindly sparred for me while there, and I thought him extraordinarily clever. I of course was surprised to see such a small man for a middle-weight. Why, we would no more think of letting a man of his weight go against a middle-weight in Australia than we would have a feather-weight fight a heavy-weight. His name and "Tom" Sayers' ought to be bracketed."

"What kind of a man is "Mickey" Dooley?"

"Mickey!" We consider him the best, and without a doubt the greatest pugilist the southern hemisphere ever saw. He is a shade too heavy for the middle-weight division and a little too light for the heavy-weights, but for all that we think he can defeat any man in the world, bar Slavin, with bare knuckles. He has never been defeated at that game, and has beat all the men that Slavin and Jackson whipped. "Shadow" Maber, now in this country, is another phenomenal fighter, and I am pleased to say that I brought him out. It was when I was editing a paper in Brokenhill that I first saw the "Shadow." He came to my office and told me he could fight."

Lou Ambers, 1935

1935-02-25 The Sun (New York, NY) (page 28)

Ambers a Greb or Driscoll?
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His Bout With Fuller on Friday Night Should Help to Answer Question.
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By EDWARD VAN EVERY.

There is going to be fighting this week, and in the Madison Square Garden ring, of all places! The Sun man has positive confirmation that next Friday night Lou Ambers and Sammy Fuller are scheduled to engage in a fifteen-round contest in what was once referred to as the temple of fistiana. Already one hears debates as to what effect the outcome of the tilt will have on the future activities of Barney Ross, and whether this Ambers boy is a miniature Harry Greb or a modern Jem Driscoll.

This writer inclined to the Greb theory, but Eddie Harvey, who assisted his brother Charley in handling Driscoll while he was in this country, insists there is more of Jem than of Harry in the style of the Herkimer Hurricane. Eddie says what he thinks and he usually thinks pretty straight in his estimates of pugilistic quality, though as much cannot be said for his auction pinochle.

"As with Greb and Driscoll, Ambers's long suit," declared Eddie, "is, of course, speed. The secret of Greb's success, aside from his rare stamina and lion heart, was his uncanny knack of rating himself. Without resorting to grabbing or tincanning he still had a way of relaxing while his opponent was trying to fight. Then, as soon as his opponent tried to let down a bit that was just where he didn't get any rest, then it was that Harry really went to work on him. With Driscoll the trick was what may best be described as 'fist lightning.'"

The term "fist lightning" probably more aptly describes Jem Driscoll in action than any this writer has ever heard applied heretofore. You would get Eddie's meaning with more understanding had you been in his company on the two nights--barely a week apart--twenty-six years ago this very month, when Driscoll gave an impressive demonstration of this said fist lightning. It happened right here in this city, and at the expense of Abe Attell and Leach Cross.

Driscoll vs. Cross.

Cross had been fighting about four years when he stacked up against the Welsh Wizard. Leach already had given a very good account of himself against the one and only Packy McFarland, and against Tommy Murphy, Willie Fitzgerald, Charlie Griffin, Mike Glover and other topnotchers, including Fighting Dick Hyland, who was to have his revenge some months later by getting Leach out on the Coast in a finish fight, which Fighting Dick won in forty-one rounds. Leach had displayed something of a punch around this time by stopping Joe Bernstein, Frankie Madden, Battling Hurley and Young Otto.

After Jem was done with Leach, however, some one was inspired to write the following bit of doggerel:

"Driscoll was a Welshman,
His left, it was a peach;
Kept sticking it in Leach's eye,
Now Leach he needs a leech."

"It was the darndest thing," explained Cross right after the bout. "That Welsh guy seemed to have an extra pair of mitts. I'd see his left right there in front of me and the same time I was getting it in the eye."

What really happened was that Jem beat Leach to the punch with an exceptional proficiency. Fist lightning, Eddie Harvey called it, and the Welshman certainly had it. Jem struck with the speed of lightning, but with the difference that Jem struck not only twice but many times in the same place, with special attention to Leach's left eye.

Driscoll vs. Attell.

Nine days later came Driscoll's meeting with Abe Attell, and this time we felt certain American boxing prestige would be avenged, even though Abe would be giving away not less than half a dozen pounds. Abe was recognized as the featherweight champion then, but lightweights of no less renown than Battling Nelson, Freddie Welsh and Matty Baldwin, the best of them in short, usually ran second to the clever Abe.

Alas, Driscoll proceeded to take good care of Attell. It was by no means a master and pupil affair, as some accounts would have it at this far day. No exponent of the manly art that ever lived could actually outclass Abe Attell to such degree. But Jem did succeed in beating Abe to the punch, and in one round made him miss so badly that Abe all but went plunging through the ropes.

If Ambers can get by Sammy Fuller next Friday night you may be certain a worthy opponent for Barney Ross has been developed. Sammy has seen action against boys of such quality as Ross, Billy Petrolle, Tony Canzoneri, Jimmy McLarnin and Jack Kid Berg. To come through Friday Ambers will need plenty of what Jem Driscoll had in the way of fist lightning.


1935-03-02 New York Post (New York, NY) (page 17)

Lou Is Called 'Another Greb'

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Fuller's Handlers Note Similarity in First Look at Ambers

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From Sammy Fuller's corner last night in Madison Square Garden, Lou Ambers looked like another Harry Greb.

"What were those guys talking about?" asked Harry Kelley, Fuller's veteran trainer. "I never saw Ambers fight before and when we got in town they told me Lou was a bum."

Kelley has been around a long time. During his career he has trained Johnny Wilson, Jack Sharkey, Jim Maloney, and Jock Malone.

"Why, Ambers is the nearest thing to Harry Greb I've ever seen," Kelley declared.

"That goes for me, too," said Dan Carroll, Sammy's manager. "He's Greb all over again."


1935-03-04 Brooklyn Daily Eagle (Brooklyn, NY) (pages 10, 12)

ED. HUGHES' COLUMN

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Concerning Ambers and Ross

Now that Lou Ambers has performed his first 15 round test, speculation is flourishing as to his chances of beating Barney Ross for the lightweight title. In soundly thrashing Sammy Fuller last week Ambers removed an obstacle to the royal match. A bout is in the making between Ambers and Tony Canzoneri, 'tis said. But this is not too important, assuming they do meet. Ambers, I believe, will handle Tony rougher than he did little Fuller. Canzoneri dropped a decision to an unknown, Chick Woods, in Detroit the other night. He was a grand little fighter once, but the parade has passed him by--as parades will. And close to the leader of that parade is this Ambers boy, surely too pugilistically young and talented for the present shopworn edition of Canzoneri.

But to get back to Ambers and Ross. They will probably meet this Summer, likely in a New York ball park. When they do you'll find two mighty capable glovesters with sharply contrasting styles. Each is showy and skilled in his own way. Ambers' style is what is familiarly known to cauliflower as "unorthodox." He has no conventional boxing attitude, no standard means of defense.

Ambers holds his gloves lightly in no set position, often dangling them at his sides, hitting with either hand when the whim seizes him. He rarely blocks with the arms, depending on sensing the coming punch, bobbing out of range or ducking the thrust. This was the method used by Jimmy Slattery, Pal Moore and Harry Greb. Ambers is talented in this respect, but not to the degree of a Slattery or Moore. He lacks the gusto and diversified slambang attack of Greb.

Sparkling Skill.

Ross is of the highest order of orthodox boxing skill. He punches with the swiftness of a striking cobra, is fast afoot, is a remarkable counter-puncher and an aggressive, crowding fellow as well. Blocking, slipping and ducking he is as elusive as a frisky eel. Ross is a smart, nimble-witted ringster, capable of diagnosing all styles and applying his tactics to them. Although not a terrific hitter he possesses a more damaging wallop than Ambers, a comparatively light hitter. Which will win? Well, I think Ross will, brother.

One of the points argued against Ambers is his limited experience. Although Ambers has been fighting but three years, and reached his forty-sixth bout against Fuller Friday night, so that is sufficient for the purpose--if he is as good as claimed.

Ross' record somewhat supports that. The Chicago Hebrew beat Canzoneri for the title in his thirty-ninth battle, and he was five years reaching that number. Of course, he will have had considerably more valuable experience than Ambers when they meet, what with the two McLarnin jousts last year.

And in Ross, of course, Ambers will be facing a more redoubtable champion than the Canzoneri who was whipped by the then challenger Ross. Tony was good but nevertheless on the down slide then.

That Sinking Spell

Ambers has had but two really "big time" shots, those with Harry Dublinsky and Sammy Fuller. He won both. However, figuring his chance against Ross on his showing in these bouts, he was not entirely convincing in either. The cyclonic Herkimer youngster seems to have difficulty getting off to a fast start against the better class of ringsters. He was a long while getting under way against Dublinsky, coming from behind to win what I thought was a questionable decision. Against Fuller he experienced a severe sinking spell in the third round after being nailed flush with a left hook on the jaw.

It was during these squally third-round moments, too, that he furnished evidence that he wasn't exactly an iron man for all his reputed stamina. He made mute signs of protest against a series of savage body wallops, holding his gloves to foul territory, although Fuller's punches were legitimate enough.

That has a strong bearing on the impending conflict with Ross. The champion is a mighty accurate and damaging body puncher, particularly in the close fighting. A fine tactician, Ross knows that the way to slow down a whirlwind, perpetual motion type like Ambers is to batter the body. It was with a steady, concentrated assault of this kind, you'll recall, that Tunney finally mastered Harry Greb. Ambers, to my mind, will have to bear up better under this attack from Ross than he did with Fuller in that brief stormy spell Friday night.

No Privileges

In Ross, Ambers will meet a fighter different in many ways from any he has hitherto encountered. Ambers' style scintillates against boxers who permit him to do most of the forcing. He isn't likely to have any such privilege against Ross, a crowding, fast-hitting boxer in his own right. Fuller and others soon became tamed and beaten out of all descent resemblance to a forcing, aggressive fight against Ambers. They waited for the flurry of blows, simply hoping they didn't get hit too many times while firing a random shot here and there.

Ambers, like Greb, is a terror when he can force the fight to his order. Ross isn't generously inclined that way. He makes his own pace, generally. The chances are Ambers will wish he had devoted some attention to orthodox defense and attack before Ross is through with him. One of Ambers' pet stunts--the pumping rapid-fire chops to the head--is likely to prove a dud against Ross. It is showy and effective against slow-thinking fighters like Fuller, Dublinsky, a smarter boxer, smothered it, after a few rounds, with his forearm. Ross, I imagine, will quickly check it in the same fashion. He knows all about this tying up and smothering business.

Greb and Bartfield

Of course some of the cleverest, most polished boxers have been made to look foolish by weird stylists. The modern ring hasn't developed two cleverer ringsters than the Gibbons boys--Tom and Mike. Yet Greb could always beat the conventionally skilled Tom. I once saw this crazy stylist take almost every round of ten from the bewildered master boxer in the old Garden.

Mike, who was even cleverer than Tom, who copied his stuff from his middleweight brother, was once humiliated by your own rough and tough Soldier Bartfield in Brooklyn. Mike had an original trick of rubbing his nose, then unexpectedly letting the punch go from that disarming pose.

It didn't fool rough and tough Bartfield. He punched the brilliant Mike about and wound up insulting Michael by imitating his nose-rubbing stunt!

Perhaps Ambers will prove another Greb or Bartfield against Ross. But I'll be surprised if he does. I don't think he's that good--yet.


1935-05-07 Buffalo Courier-Express (Buffalo, NY) (page 17)

Herkimer Lightweight Is Second Harry Greb, May Be Too Speedy for Ex-Champion

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By JACK MILEY

New York, May 6--A right brisk bit of beak-busting--we'll even go so far as to predict it'll be the most savage scrap staged by the smaller sluggers here all season--will be offered when Lou Ambers and Tony Canzoneri fight fifteen rounds in Madison Square Garden on Friday night.

The winner--and he looks like Ambers from where we sit--will be recognized by the New York State Athletic Commission as the successor to Barney Ross, the lightweight champion who abandoned his title a few weeks ago.

Youth vs. Age

The Ambers-Canzoneri shindig will be a splendid test of Youth versus Age. Lou is an ambitious and brilliant newcomer from Herkimer, N. Y., who has decisively whipped such able athletes as Harry Dublinsky and Sammy Fuller, while Tony, from New Orleans, is a gallant little veteran with his palmiest days behind him.

His legs about gone, Canzoneri will try to knock out Ambers early in their match. If he doesn't he's sunk, for the Herkimer lad, a two-fisted leather swinger from start to finish, will give Tony a terrific going over and he may even succeed in flattening his foe if Canzoneri starts to wabble.

A great money fighter in the past, Canzoneri will attract many sympathizers who believe he can drop Lou. These rooters should remember that Fuller, a harder hitter than Tony, larruped Lou on the lug with his Sunday punch and failed to feaze Ambers.

Ambers Another Greb

A weaving, bobbing boy who boxes much like the late Harry Greb, Ambers in his past performances has convinced most critics that Canzoneri will have a tough time laying a glove on this elusive target. Lou is an 8 to 5 favorite today and should be a 2 to 1 or better to win at ringtime.

If Ambers runs true to form and whips Tony he is likely to get his cherished shot at Ross, for the Chicagoan already has announced he will return to the 135-pound ranks after he has fought Jimmy McLarnin for the welterweight championship up at the Polo Grounds on May 28th.

"There's nothing I'd like better than to fight Ross," declared Ambers at his Orangeburg training camp today. "I was terribly disappointed when Barney gave up his title recently because I thought I'd meet him this summer. And now it looks as if I'll get my wish."

1899-10-31 Joe Gans W-PTS25 George McFadden [Broadway Athletic Club, Brooklyn, NY, USA]

1899-11-01 New-York Tribune (New York, NY) (page 5)

"JOE" GANS DEFEATS M'FADDEN.

"Joe" Gans, the clever colored Baltimore boxer, received a decision over George McFadden after fighting twenty-five rounds at the Broadway Athletic Club last night before one of the largest crowds of the year. This was the third time the men had met, the first meeting ending in a victory for McFadden and the second contest ending in a draw.


1899-11-01 The Brooklyn Daily Eagle (Brooklyn, NY) (page 16)

Joe Gans of Baltimore completely upset the calculations of the reputed wise set in pugilistic circles, at the Broadway Athletic Club last evening by defeating George McFadden of New York, in a twenty-five round contest at 133 pounds. McFadden was a big favorite in the betting, his followers flooding the house with money at odds of 100 to 75. In making Mac the favorite the crowd forgot the last fight between the men when Gans really ought to have received the decision. They looked only at his recent performance with Kid Lavigne, but again forgot that Gans was an altogether different style of boxer from the Saginaw boy and that the latter virtually defeated himself.

At no time last evening did the New Yorker make any kind of a showing at all. Instead of sticking to his old style of blocking and allowing his opponent to make the fighting and thus wear himself out until he was so weakened that it would be an easy matter to finish him, Mac Immediately took the aggressive and attempted to do the leading. In Gans, however, he found a master hand at his own game of blocking and his attempts to land were usually futile. He put in some hard left swings on Gans' head and sent the right at times well to the body, but Gans met him every time he rushed.

Gans penetrated McFadden's guard with straight lefts and with one of the fastest and surest rights ever developed by a boxer, rocked George's head time and time again, and in the twentieth round sent Mac to the floor, Gans' footwork was wonderful and the way he sidestepped and threw his right to the body caused the crowd to cheer repeatedly. As the fight proceeded the odds on Mac steadily receded until Gans' admirers were offering 100 to 40.

Mac stayed the limit but was extremely lucky to do so for Gans had him groggy many times when the gong came to his aid. After the decision had been awarded to Gans, Al Herford, on his behalf, issued a challenge to any light weight in the world, O'Brien or Erne preferred, and offered to post a side bet of $5,000.

In the preliminary bout, Kid Trueman of New York and Johnny Reagan of Brooklyn met for twelve rounds at 116 pounds. They fought a fast a clever fight, Reagan getting the decision. Johnny White was referee.


1899-11-01 The Evening Telegram (New York, NY) (page 8)

GANS A VICTOR BY CLEVER WORK

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Baltimorean Defeats McFadden in the Third Attempt by His Blocking and Jabbing.

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"Joe" Gans, of Baltimore, was a popular victor at the Broadway Athletic Club last night, when he defeated George McFadden, of this city. It was his clever blocking and jabbing that gave him the triumph. He wore down his opponent until in the end McFadden was saved from a knockout only by a rare exhibition of clever blocking. When Gans was given the decision on points the referee was cheered.

Many bets were recorded on the result, with McFadden the favorite at odds of 100 to 80. McFadden and Gans had met on two former occasions. In the first contest "Mac" knocked the colored boxer out after twenty-two rounds of fighting. The second contest went to Gans on points.

Contrary to his custom, McFadden rushed his man when the bell called them to the centre, landing his left on Gans' face and cleverly dodging a right swing aimed for the jaw. Gans clinched. After breaking away the New Yorker again rushed, and scored with right and left on Gans' head. Gans clinched and held his opponent. The referee separated them and told Gans that if he continued his holding tactics he would disqualify him.


1899-11-01 The New York Times (New York, NY) (page 8)

Joe Gans Whips George McFadden.

Joe Gans, the colored boxer of Baltimore, and George McFadden of this city put up one of the hardest fights of their careers for twenty-five rounds at the Broadway Athletic Club last night. The fight went to the limit, but it was astonishing that it did so, for Gans gave McFadden a beating hard enough to knock out an ordinary 133-pound fighter. McFadden stood up under blows that were heavy enough to fell an ox, but his fight after the tenth round was a hopeless one. Referee White gave the decision to Gans. McFadden was the favorite in the betting at odds of 100 to 80, and many thousands of dollars changed hands at that price.


1899-11-01 The World (New York, NY) (page 10)

GANS DEFEATED M'FADDEN EASILY.

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Little Negro Was Worried in the First Two Rounds, but Then Began to Fight.

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THEN HAD IT ALL HIS OWN WAY

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Gave McFadden an Awful Punishment and Several Times Nearly Put Him Out.

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THE LOSER FOUGHT A GAME FIGHT.

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Stood a Mauling That Would Have Made Nine Out of Ten Fighters Lie Down.

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Joe Gans, of Baltimore, defeated George McFadden in twenty-five rounds at the Broadway Athletic Club last night. It was the best lightweight exhibition of fast, clever fighting and bulldog courage and endurance ever seen in New York.

Both men aspire to championship honors, but last night the clever Baltimore negro made McFadden look like a fifth-rater. He punched him almost at will, and almost put him out several times.

McFadden's display of gameness and endurance was wonderful. He never stopped fighting against certain defeat.

Each man had let his friends know that he was in perfect shape, and was sure of winning. The result was that from the moment the doors opened betting was heavy.

The Baltimore men came to Gotham with a pot of money. McFadden had a host of friends, and was the favorite at 100 to 80. Probably $15,000 was wagered at these odds before the bout began.

Even at the increased prices the house was well filled. Four thousand spectators were on the benches. Johnnie White was the referee.

McFadden Started Well.

McFadden, who is usually slow to begin and cautious, rushed at the negro, sending in a fusillade of blows. Gans retreated, fighting back cleverly. Both blocked beautifully. For two rounds McFadden had slightly the best of it, but in the third Gans was all over his opponent. He sent straight lefts to the face again and again, and swung the right three times heavily to the jaw. McFadden slipped down, Gans helped him up.

The pace was too fast to last. It was all Gans in the next three rounds. McFadden was not fighting in his usual close blocking style, and the clever negro landed blow after blow with right and left.

Gans tried so hard that he grunted as he put all his strength in each blow. He is the weaker of the two, and McFadden is strong as a bull and stood the furious work without showing it.

McFadden's face and neck were red and swelling. He began to do more blocking and less leading. It was Gans all the way until the ninth round, when twice he turned McFadden's head around with a right swing, but Mac swung his left to Gans's jaw and staggered him. Then he ripped a right to the negro's body that hurt. The betting changed to even money. The referee had to tear them apart in the clinches.

They kept up the race for four more rounds, Gans still having the best of it although McFadden was blocking better. In the fourteenth round Gans punched McFadden almost at will. He swung right after right on Mac's jaw and had him almost groggy at the bell. Mac came back like a bulldog for more and got it. He was bleeding from the nose.

Gans Punches Hard.

Gans continued to punch McFadden on head, jaw and belly for three more rounds. McFadden came back doggedly, but he was gradually getting weak under the awful punishment. Gans again almost put him out with a right swing on the jaw in the eighteenth round. The bell saved him.

Gans looked at him as much as to say, "Well, who can put you out?"

McFadden was knocked down in the twentieth round. He stayed there nine seconds, got up groggy and fought back to the bell.

McFadden came up surprisingly strong. He was game as a pebble, and tried for a wild knock-out. Gans fought cautiously, looking for a knock-out chance. He almost did the trick in the twenty-fourth.

McFadden rushed desperately in the last round, but couldn't touch Gans, and was almost put out again.

Referee White gave the fight to Gans.

The preliminary bout was the hottest kind of a fight. Johnny Reagan, of Brooklyn and Kid Trueman, of New York, fought twelve rounds at 115 pounds. Reagan won.