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

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

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

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1903-02-23 Aurelio Herrera W-KO3 Tommy Jacobs [Salt Lake Athletic Club, Salt Lake City, UT, USA]

1903-02-24 Deseret Evening News (Salt Lake City, UT) (page 8)

HERRERA WAS AN EASY WINNER
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Disposed of Tommy Jacobs in Two And a Half Rounds.
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LARGE CROWD ATTENDED.
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Local Boy Went Down Three Times In the Second Round--Solar Plexus Turned the Trick.
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With a little assistance from Aurelio Herrera, Tommy Jacobs succeeded in knocking himself out after two and a half rounds of fighting at the Salt Lake athletic club last night. The "little assistance" referred to, was in the shape of three hard right smashes on the jaw in the second round, and a terrific solar plexus with the right during the third round, and then it was pay day for the dusky Mexican.

When the little fighters stepped into the ring, they faced a packed house. Jacobs was smiling and confident, Herrera sullen and observing. The latter was a favorite from the start, but when he faced Jacobs and the crowd saw his perfect defense, his stock jumped up several points. He assumed a crouch, holding his hands in front of his face with his elbows protecting his stomach. The attempt to break down this defense caused the downfall of the little local boy. Jacobs was the aggressor from the first tap of the gong. He quickly rushed the Mexican and showered a volley of rights and lefts, but they did not the slightest damage. Herrera was cool, and was playing a waiting game. The spectators to a man saw what the result would be. Herrera never retreated, but kept forging ahead and only attempted to land a couple of light blows during the first round. Jacobs tired himself out pushing the little Mexican away from him. In the second round, Jacobs followed the same tactics and was doing all the leading when suddenly he went to the floor with a crash. The Mexican's right crossed over like a streak of lightning, landing on Tommy's jaw with the force of a mule kick and Tommy took the count. As he raised himself and staggered gamely towards Herrera, the latter's wicked right shot out again and down went Tommy. This happened again, Jacobs displaying gameness not often seen, but he would surely have been knocked out completely but for the gong sounding. His seconds quickly ran to his assistance and carried him to his corner. The minute's rest revived him greatly and he returned to the attack gamely. In this he made a great mistake. The crowd yelled to him to be careful and to take his time, but he ignored the advice, and began to force matters again. He finally succeeded in landing a hard right on the Mexican's jaw and the latter came pretty close to the canvas. Aurelio did not lose his head, however, but waited and was rewarded. Jacobs left a small opening just for a second, but it was long enough. Quick as a flash Herrera's powerful right shot out, landing on the solar plexus and the battle was all over but the counting. While Billy Sauer, referee, was counting off the fatal ten seconds, Herrera walked away smiling, knowing full well that there was nothing more for him to do. The referee could have counted sixty and it would have been all the same to Jacobs, for he was dreaming, softly dreaming.

In summing up the two fighters, it can be said that the local boy never had even a look in. He is forty miles from Herrera's class and yet he is a very clever little boxer. Herrera is a natural born fighter and has a decidedly cool head on him and a terrible wallop in either hand. He knows how to land his blows, and when he lets one go, something is going to drop. Jacobs displayed great cleverness in ducking several vicious punches, but his aggressiveness tired him, and when a fighter becomes tired he becomes slow.

Both boys were around as usual this morning, neither showing the effects of the bout. Jacobs says he realizes that he made a mistake in not forcing the Mexican to do some of the leading. It was a clever contest, no foul work, and not a drop of blood was shed.

The preliminaries were furnished by Jack Morris, colored, known as the Muldoon Cyclone, and a white boy by the same name. The latter is a wrestler and indulged in many unfair tactics during the bout. Kid Watkins and Kid Smith went four fast rounds.


1903-02-24 The Salt Lake Herald (Salt Lake City, UT) (page 7)

JACOBS EASY FOR HERRERA
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Dusky Skinned Mexican Outclasses Local Man.
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THIRD ROUND ENDS CONTEST
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SOLAR PLEXUS BLOW WITH RIGHT DID THE BUSINESS.
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Three rounds of fast fighting on the part of Tom Jacobs and a cool, calm, waiting game on the part of Aurelio Herrera added one more victory to the long list accredited to "Biddy" Bishop's dark-skinned Mexican from the sunny clime of California. Herrera stepped into the ring last evening at the Salt Lake Athletic club and faced a packed house, and if there were any who doubted his ability as a fighter before the festivities began, they are now thoroughly convinced that this youngster is about the best thing in the lightweight division that ever struck this part of the country.

Twice during the short three rounds of fighting Tommy Jacobs was clearly knocked out--first in the second round, when the gong saved him, and again after one minute's fighting in the third round, when he lay until pronounced out by Referee Sauer.

Right Sends Jacobs Down.

In the second round, at a time when Jacobs was doing all the leading, the Mexican suddenly crossed a right square to the point of the jaw. Like a flash Jacobs hit the padded floor, and everyone thought it was all over. Not so, however, for the local man raised to his feet at the nine count, only to go down again as Herrera rushed at him. Again Jacobs took the count and again he raised himself, only to go down before the onslaughts of the now thoroughly aroused Mexican. Four times during this round Jacobs was sent to the floor, all but out, when the welcome sound of the gong brought his seconds to his rescue, who helped the now defeated man to his corner.

At the beginning of the third round Jacobs rushed at his man as if nothing had happened. Herrera met him half way and they exchanged heavy swings, Jacobs staggering the Mexican with a right clean on the jaw. In an instant the wily son of Montezuma assumed his crouch and awaited his opportunity. It came an instant afterward, when, in an unguarded moment, Jacobs left an opening for his wind. Quick as a flash Herrera let a straight right jab go for the solar plexus and it was all over. Tommy went down like a log and lay on the mat until counted out. Even then it was fully a minute before he knew what had happened.

Jacobs Was the Aggressor.

The contest opened with Jacobs on the offensive from the word go. Much to the surprise of every one he rushed right at the Mexican and sent in rights and lefts in a vain attempt to get past Herrera's guard. Several times good stiff rights reached the Mexican's kidneys, but the latter did not seem to pay the least attention to them.

In the first round Herrera let his left and right go just six times--two left jabs and four right swings for the jaw. Jacobs cleverly ducked each and every blow and came to a clinch to keep out of danger. When the round ended Tommy went to his corner confident, while the wise ones knew the Mexican's tactics would make the local man whip himself. In the second round Jacobs again went right after Herrera, ducking several swings, until one headed for his jaw landed and Jacobs went down. From this time on it was merely a question of time until Jacobs would have to go down and out to a superior fighter.

Herrera Outclasses Local Man.

In summing up the two fighters it can be said that Jacobs is not in the same class with Herrera. The former is a remarkably clever boxer, and that is all, while Herrera belongs to the fighting class. Jacobs used very poor judgment, or no judgment at all, in forcing the fight against a man, who, to everyone, appeared his superior. He clearly showed poor headwork, or else was acting under bad advice. If the fight had continued for ten rounds, Jacobs would have fallen from his own exertions, while the Mexican would scarcely have turned a hair. The local man's rushes and swings only tired himself without in the least discomfiting Herrera.

The latter is a fighter from the ground up, and it will take a good man to put him out of the business. During the entire contest he never let a hand go without a punch behind it, which, whenever it hit the mark, did the business. This happened twice, and each time Jacobs was done for. While the contest was short, yet everyone seemed to be satisfied that the better man won.

"Biddy" Bishop and "Reddy" Gallagher (not the Denver "Reddy" Gallagher) acted as seconds for Herrera, and Young Thomas, Young Price and "Fat" McCue were in the corner for Jacobs. Billy Sauer acted as referee.

Preliminaries Were Good.

Before the main event there were two preliminaries, the first between Jack Morris, the wrestler, and a colored Jack Morris, who at one time was managed by Billy Madden and considered a good man. The white Jack outweighed his opponent several pounds and used wrestling tactics almost entirely, several times fouling his man. The black Jack, however, took it all good naturedly and gave back all he got.

The other preliminary was between two boxers by the name of "Kid" Watkins and "Kid" Smith, of Denver. The boys put up a good bout and in the fourth round Watkins got a punch on the jaw that all but put him out. He went down to save himself several times and was hissed for protecting himself, as he should have done, by a number of that class of "rummies" who make themselves obnoxious by attending a contest, when the management would much prefer they stay at home.


1903-02-24 The Salt Lake Telegram (Salt Lake City, UT) (page 9)

JACOBS KNOCKED OUT BY HERRERA IN THE THIRD
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Plucky Local Pug Put Up Game Battle, but Got a "Sockdolager" Over Heart.
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"Herrera wins" was the decision given by Referee Billy Sauer in the middle of the third round of the Herrera-Jacobs contest at the old armory last night. There was no appeal from the justice of the decision, for there on the mat lay the sturdy little local man, unable to rise and quivering from the effect of a terrific blow landed over his heart. The blow was delivered with such quickness and precision that many sitting about the ringside did not see that dusky right when it shot out for the money.

Both men entered the ring in fine trim. Jacobs weighed 130 pounds, his eye was bright and he looked confident of his ability. Herrera, dark and wiry, weighed 128 pounds, although he looked larger than his opponent. Jacobs immediately went after his man, and during the entire first round tried ineffectively to break through the Mexican's guard. As the round progressed Jacobs began to worry, and it was evident that the Mexican had him guessing.

Early in the second round Jacobs received a tap on the jaw from Herrera's right that should have warned him. It did not, however, and shortly afterward Herrera's right shot out again and Jacobs went to the mat. At the ninth count he got to his feet, but was so groggy that he could not stand. Herrera watched his man closely and had him down and all but out at the gong.

After about one minute's fighting in the third round, Herrera sent in a terrific right to Jacobs' heart, and the plucky local fighter went to the mat for the count.

In Herrera's corner were "Biddy" Bishop and "Reddy" Gallegher, and in Jacobs's corner were "Young" Price, "Fat" McCree, and "Young" Thomas. Eugene Thompson acted as official timekeeper.

There were two preliminaries to the main event. The first was a six-round go between Jack Morris of Provo and Fred Morris, colored. The second was a fast four-round go between "Kid" Watkins of Kansas City and "Kid" Smith of Denver. The lads worked hard and furnished a good exhibition.

Herrera's next fight will be with Jack Clifford at Butte on the 16th of next month unless another bout can be arranged here.


1903-02-24 The Salt Lake Tribune (Salt Lake City, UT) (page 8)

JACOBS KNOCKED OUT
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Lost to Herrera in the Third Round.
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COULDN'T GO WITH MEXICAN
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Was a Fast and Fancy Fight for Awhile.
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Tommy Gamely Came Up After Repeated Knockdowns, and Spectators Liked Battle.
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"Down where bloom the tear-hung harebells" was the subject of a dream, or nebulous reverie, indulged in by one Tommy Jacobs at the Salt Lake Athletic club last night. This condition was induced by a pure solar plexus blow, prefaced in a previous round by a terrific wallop on the jaw, administered by one Aurelio Herrera, who hails from the south plateau.

The fight went but two rounds and a half, and it was the opinion of the majority of those present that the same result could have been accomplished by the Mexican in the first round. After the battle Jacobs, who was little the worse for the knockout, stated that he lost the battle by running in too soon and too often. He did not deny that the taps he received also helped to lose for him.

OUTCLASSED BY MEXICAN.

The Mexican had Jacobs outclassed at every turn and evidently realized that he had a cinch. At times he would stagger backward from the swift leads of his opponent, and at such times there was a noticeable grin upon his dusky countenance that betokened confidence in the outcome of the contest. Herrera has a peculiar defensive attitude that allows him to keep the vulnerable parts completely covered up at all times, and, try as he might, Jacobs was unable to get past this defense. He lost the fight endeavoring to get to the Mexican, who had a dangerous punch lurking in behind this apparently impregnable guard. Before the deciding blow was landed by the Mexican he made several ineffectual passes at Tommy, who showed considerable cleverness in ducking and getting away. Herrera realized from the start that he was not called upon to do much of the leading, as from the first tap of the gong Jacobs went at him and kept on doing so until the terrible blow on the jaw from the Mexican's right sent him into temporary dreamland, in which state he was kept until the end of the battle, when the solar plexus punch finished the work for the Mexican.

LOOKED GOOD FOR A MINUTE.

In the first round Jacobs seemed to be a wonder with the mitts, and his manner of attack seemed strong. All he could do apparently, was to land aggravating kidney blows on the dusky man before him. To this Herrera paid little attention. When he first advanced to the center of the ring the spectators were surprised at his strange actions, until toward the close of the round he sent out one or two lightning-like swings that narrowly missed Jacobs.

HANDED HIM ONE.

Tommy's strength was dissipated rapidly by his forcing the Mexican backward. The latter stolidly endured these attacks until a signal from his manager, "Biddy" Bishop, caused him to change tactics. Directly he sent out a fierce reach for Jacobs, which caused the latter to drop silently to the floor, while the recoil seemed to throw the Mexican backward. So rapid was the movement that for a moment the spectators were at a loss to know what had caused Jacobs to fall. He struggled gamely to rise and with difficulty he managed to regain his feet, when he feebly attempted to stall off the onslaughts of the other man. He came up on the eighth count and plunged toward Herrera, striving to secure a hold on him to prevent a second blow and to gain time.

GAME BUT INADEQUATE.

In a struggle the two men rolled under the side ropes. Jacobs showed extraordinary courage and gameness in the mix-ups that followed. He went three times to the floor in this second round, in which a knockout blow was delivered, the gong saving him. He was very much all in when the third round opened, and the dark-complexioned gent made quick work of him. Herrera seemed just about warmed up and started to rush Jacobs, landing at will.

KNOCKOUT BLOW.

Tommy failed to land a telling blow in the final round, and when it was half gone Herrera saw another opening and shot out a straight right that put Jacobs down like a shot. At the count of ten Jacobs's seconds rushed into the ring and lifted their man up. He was still unable to walk, but in a few moments succeeded in descending to a dressing-room. He stated that the blow that did the damage was landed over his heart. He received several others that affected him strongly, in the second round, he said. "When I came up after the bad punches I got in the second," said Jacobs, "I felt pretty strong, but I made the mistake of running in too much. I still think I am stronger than Herrera, and if I could have landed any of my punches he must have gone out."

HERRERA'S DOOM SEALED.

When he finished shaking the hand of Jacobs, Herrera turned to find himself challenged by Prof. Sunshine. "What you want?" was his first question. "I challenge you," was the reply. "Well, all-a you got to do is git t' money and I fight you."

Jacobs weighed in at 130 pounds, while Herrera did not tip the scales at that mark. Young Price and "Kid" Thomas seconded Jacobs, who at the beginning sat smilingly in his corner. "Biddy" Bishop and "Reddy" Gallagher were back of the Mexican. Billy Sauer, for the club, acted as referee.

GOOD PRELIMS.

Two very good preliminary contests were put on. The first was between Fred Morris, the colored "Muldoon Cyclone," as he calls himself, and Jack Morris, the wrestler. The other was between "Kid" Smith off Denver and "Kid" Watkins of Kansas City. The latter was badly dazed by a rain of blows in the last round and the crowd cried for Smith to knock him out. He frequently went to the floor to save himself. The exhibitions were good.

BIG CROWD PRESENT.

The building was crowded to overflowing, and as the fighting was fast the spectators cheered vociferously as they watched the two little scrappers duck and dodge. There was not much Jacobs money in the house, but the friends he had were wrought to a high pitch of excitement and urged him to still greater effort as they saw him cleverly slip beneath the Mexican's vicious leads. Though the contest was short-lived everyone appeared to be well pleased.

1912-02-22 Willie Ritchie D-PTS10 Phil Brock [Luna park, Cleveland, OH, USA]

1912-02-23 Cleveland Plain Dealer (Cleveland, OH) (page 11)

PHIL BROCK GETS DRAW WITH RITCHIE
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Cleveland Boxer Does Noble Work With His Clever Left.
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Coast Fighter Has Advantage Up Till the Last Round.
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BY J. P. GARVEY.

Phil Brock, his noble left hand working in old time form, with a certain amount of viciousness back of it in five of the ten rounds, fought Willie Ritchie of San Francisco a draw at Luna park last night. A magnificent rally in the final round during which Brock hammered Ritchie all around the ring, carrying him at a furious pace for two minutes, turned the trick. In the last minute of this stirring round the coast boy endeavored to fight back, but he was wild and one solid right uppercut was the limit of his damage.

Up to the tenth the battle was Ritchie's on points. He did not hurt the local boy to any extent, but from the fifth session to the ninth he belted him freely. His long arms and his fast feinting--Brock standing back and allowing him to set--enabled him to do considerable point punching. He had a good left jab and a lightning one-two. Also a left lead to the stomach and a right overhand to the head.

For the first four rounds Brock had the advantage. It was principally gained through furious infighting which Ritchie did not seem able to prevent. Whenever he got close enough Brock poured his left into Willie, a half dozen punches at a time. A sharp left uppercut was his most effective punch. From the fifth on until the last session Ritchie did more long range fighting and protected himself ably in the clinches, holding Brock's left and often beating it with a short right uppercut.

Ritchie had Phil missing and falling short for five straight rounds and he all but made a monkey out of him. His blows lacked steam, however, but this resulted from Ritchie's cautioness, in two different rounds. The westerner led his left slowly and jabbed it softly.

Brock Lacks Ability as Boxer.

It is quite probable that had Brock kept up his rushing tactics throughout, using his cover properly, he would have beaten Ritchie. Willie did not seem to have all his customary power with him last night. But Brock tried to box and he made an awful mess of it. He couldn't box any more than he could fly. He can in the gymnasium, but Phil is a battler, once the referee gives the word, and he should not try to kid himself.

Ritchie did not harm Brock in the least with his punches although he hit often enough, but on the other hand, in that last round, Phil had Willie going bad. He roughed him and batted him in every conceivable way, with both hands. This desperate and furious rally just about evened up the lead which Ritchie had established. Until the tenth it looked like a sure and certain victory for Ritchie, but the vast amount of damage in the finale upset the tenor of proceedings.

The bout was thrilling in two rounds. Outside of this the battling was rather tame.

Jerry Dalton, who is just about the cleverest little fellow for an inexperienced boxer that we have seen in years, won a decision over Fighting Mungie in the semi of ten rounds. Dalton hails from Indianapolis and is a pupil of Tommy Devlin. He jabbed Mungie off his feet in the first four rounds and for the next three rounds he forgot himself and Mungie got to him quite regularly. In the last round Dalton dropped him, but Mungie refused to be counted out.

The bout between Young Nevens and Kid Sheedy was stopped in the fourth round, both boys being exhausted.

1916-02-21 Johnny Dundee L-PTS20 Joe Mandot [Louisiana Auditorium, New Orleans, LA, USA]

1916-02-22 The Daily States (New Orleans, LA) (page 13)

DUNDEE IS GIVEN RAW DEAL
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MANDOT AND BURNS DEFEAT DUNDEE IN 20-ROUND CONTEST
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Referee Qualifies Joe For Bout With Welsh and Amazes Big Assemblage; Spectators Aim Criticism At Decision of Referee
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BY COL. CLUKE.

Tommy Burns qualified Joe Mandot for a crack at Freddie Welsh's lightweight crown if such a thing is possible last night at the Louisiana Auditorium when he raised Joe's hand in token of victory over Johnny Dundee at the conclusion of a 20-round contest.

Qualifying Mandot for a titular match, however, staggered even the most ardent admirers of the French Market fighter. Burns' verdict amazed the big assemblage. It required two or three minutes before the spectators could get their breath to utter a protest.

Adverse criticism, the like of which has rarely been heard after a bout locally in several years was aimed at Burns. It was evident that even the Mandot contingent probably would have been satisfied to see Joe given a draw.

Exactly what part of the contest, start, finish or during the middle periods that Burns found Mandot so proficient to award him the verdict, is a difficult thing to figure. The only part of the mill really in Mandot's favor was the last few frames, and even then Dundee showed equally as well as the home boy, inasmuch as both were standing in midring trying to slip over the deciding wallop.

The contest was the first in which Mandot has ever engaged in a bout locally that he received such marked favoritism from a referee. Burns' decision is to be regretted in more ways than one. It is going to be difficult to convince the outside world that a fighter can come here and win a contest without knocking a native son cold.

Joe Makes Poor Fight; Right Only Punch.

Mandot's showing against Dundee was perhaps the poorest fight Joe has ever made in New Orleans, the Cross, Lore and Whitney mills excepted. At no stage of the mill was Joe really clever. His ability to box was ordinary. Joe stopped more jabs for Dundee and landed less than in any other half dozen fights of his career. So rapid were Dundee's flying jab, some times a straight left, that Joe's head bobbed back and forth and at times looked as if it would strike his spine.

Dundee was the aggressor. He carried the fight to Joe, who at times virtually stood in the center of the ring with his right curled up in the hope one wallop would decide the contest. Joe was a one-handed fighter strictly. From the first to the opening of the seventeenth, his southpaw smash might just as well have been in storage.

During the early rounds it looked extremely doubtful if the native son would stick the limit. Joe fought and behaved like a nervous boy during the first dozen frames. He seemed to take on more confidence as the contest progressed and was at his best in the sixteenth and seventeenth rounds.

Mandot went to his corner partly groggy a half dozen times in the early part of the fight. Just how often Dundee staggered Joe with slashing left swings to the head, it is difficult to total.

Mandot's best, and in the humble opinion of yours truly, only showing came from the thirteenth to the final chapter. Dundee tired a trifle as a result of his terrific pace and when the boys stood toe to toe and traded wallops, Joe usually forced the Italian to break ground.

There was not a single knockdown recorded at any time during the bout. Dundee repeatedly staggered Joe, but he lacked the wallop to drop the home fighter. Joe, too, jolted Johnny, but the wallops came too late in the contest to be of any great service.

Dundee Earned Nine And Joe Five Rounds.

As for the fight by rounds, my little tab shows Dundee earning nine, Mandot five, and four even. Those awarded to Mandot were the thirteenth, fifteenth, sixteenth, seventeenth, and by good measure--the twentieth.

Dundee took the second, third, sixth, seventh, ninth, tenth, twelfth, fourteenth and nineteenth.

The remainder of the rounds were rather even at the best.

After the first round, which as devoted to clinches and feinting each other into leads, Dundee started about his task in a most workmanlike manner. He jumped about as though a monkey on a stick in the second, stinging Joe with jabs and shooting an occasional right to the body. The third was a repetition, only that Johnny missed a half dozen swings that would have probably ended the mill. Joe simply could not step back fast enough to keep Dundee's left out of his face, and in the clinches the local fellow was a target for a short left uppercut. The fourth found Mandot showing some improvement, as towards the last thirty seconds he seemed to get his right hand in action and fought as though he had discarded the idea of outboxing Dundee and intended trading blows.

The fifth was even, both missing wild swings and countering at times with blows of little or no consequence. At infighting Dundee was Mandot's superior, but most of the blows went to the kidneys.

In the sixth Mandot showed beyond argument that a right-hand punch was his only asset. Joe stood in midring with the starboard kick curled in the hope he would put it over and end the fight. Dundee danced in and out of its reach, each time stinging the home fighter.

Dundee took the seventh in handy fashion, leaping and throwing his left into Joe's face as though he were shadow boxing. Dundee sent a half dozen jabs to Joe's mouth without even being hit in return. Joe's best was a light right, but the punch merely grazed Dundee's head. The eighth found Joe earning fifty per cent of the round because of landing telling right hooks at the close of the period.

Dundee's jumping tactics seemed to puzzle Joe in the ninth and the Italian sent blow after blow home. Joe's head went back so frequently that his admirers sat amazed.

Dundee took the tenth handily, stepping away from hooks and countering with both right and left. All of the fighting came from the Dundee side of the house. The eleventh was even and the twelfth very much Dundee, Johnny using his left hand almost exclusively, but fast enough to keep Mandot puzzled as to which spot it would strike next.

Joe seemed to fight with more confidence in the thirteenth and standing in the center of the ring traded wallops with Johnny, frequently shaking the Italian up. Dundee was jolted here and there at will, but when the gong sounded was wading in to continue fighting.

Dundee copped the fourteenth. Joe showed signs of weakening from the previous frame. Johnny pumped rights and lefts into Joe's face and body, shifting his method of attack from the jaw to the body. Twice in this period Dundee put a right to the wind and Mandot's face showed the blow hurt him very badly.

Joe boxed better in the fifteenth. He induced Dundee to trade punches and standing in the center of the ring the two boys swapped punches for almost a minute and a half. Mandot had far the better of the exchanges, hooking and swinging his right with splendid effect.

The sixteenth, too, went to Mandot, but not by as great a margin as the preceding frame. After Dundee rushed Joe to the ropes landing rights and lefts, Joe found his way to the middle of the ring, and except for stopping light left swings, landed the most telling punches.

The seventeenth round was undoubtedly Mandot's best. At long range he stabbed Dundee with his right and left. Joe simply poked his left out and allowed Dundee to run into it and then whipped over the right. Johnny showed signs of the lacing he took in this round when the gong sounded. The eighteenth was even, and Dundee got the nineteenth, shifting his attack once more and sending nearly all of his punches to the body.

The twentieth is awarded to Mandot, although it could be called even without debate as Joe seemed very tired and had Dundee possessed a punch would have probably suffered a knockdown.

BURNS' VERDICT WILL INJURE MANDOT IN MAKING WELSH BOUT
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Freddie Will Surely Name Billy Roche or Some Other Referee If Title Match Is Arranged By Auditorium Promoters.
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BY COL. CLUKE.

Tommy Burns rendered the most unfortunate decision that could be hoped for last night in awarding Joe Mandot a decision over Johnny Dundee. The verdict is one that will require a week or more for patrons of the sport to forget. The unfortunate part of it is that very few, if any, of the non-partisan spectators figured Joe should have received anything better than a draw.

Nine-tenths of Orleanians want to see Mandot emerge from every contest he enters a winner. But it is doubtful if even his most staunch supporters believe he defeated the Gotham Italian. The decision will eventually do Mandot more harm than good, for notwithstanding the fact a vast majority who patronize the Queensberry art want to see Joe become champion, there is also a feeling that the out-of-town boy shall get all that is due him.

The harm Burns' verdict will do Mandot will come when Joe is matched to meet Welsh for the title. If such a contest is arranged for the near future, it is a safe bet the Englishman and his shrewd manager will take the necessary precaution to see that Burns doesn't make another mistake by naming Billy Roche referee.

Poor Decisions Are Knock To The Game.

It is not a question as to whether or not Burns erred in naming the winner and loser. The public, fickle as it is, seems inclined to think Dundee was entitled to a draw to say the least, and once the New Orleans public expresses dissatisfaction with the work of a referee as it is doing with Burns' decision, the sport suffers by a loss of patronage.

Burns' decision in the Dundee-Mandot contest is not the first to bring adverse criticism upon the promoter-referee-matchmaker of the Howard street arena. His idea of the winner and loser in the recent Fulton-Flynn contest staggered persons acquainted with the sport.

For one to get a fair idea as to how Burns' decision was received when he raised Mandot's hand, it is only necessary to remark the spectators seemed deaf, dumb and blind for several minutes. Of course, the Mandot following cheered. It always does. So does his manager, but instead of accepting the glory Burns has bestowed upon him, Mandot will eventually find that the referee made his third "comeback" in the roped arena the hardest of all.

Burns' verdict is to be regretted, especially in view of the fact he is going to stage a championship or near-championship mill between Ted Lewis and Harry Stone next Monday night, and may be objected to as referee of that bout.


1916-02-22 The New Orleans Item (New Orleans, LA) (page 10)

Mandot Gets New Lease on Life at Dundee's Expense
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Tommy Burns Is Hero With Hordes of Home-Boy Supporters But His Decision Is Palpably Unfair to the Young Italian Who Does Most of the Fighting.
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(By Will Hamilton.)

Tommy Burns made a real hero of himself Monday night. In the presence of nearly 8000 fans, a great majority of whom were Mandot supporters, Burns gave Joe Mandot the decision over Johnnie Dundee at the end of their 20-round fight. It made a great hit with those who had shouted themselves hoarse to "pull the local pride over," but it was emphatically dissented from by many hundreds of the big crowd who thought Dundee had a margin of at least three or four rounds. The decision gave Mandot a new lease on life, but was palpably unjust to Dundee.

It was probably the first time in Mandot's long career that he has received a decision in a local ring to which a great proportion of the spectators thought he was not entitled. It has been claimed time and again that New Orleans referees gave given the breaks against Joe because they feared to be accused of showing favoritism toward him. An illustration of this occurred in the previous 20-round fight of Mandot and Dundee here one year ago. Dick Burge, the only native son referee, was third man in the ring. He called it a draw. Mandot thought he deserved the decision and afterwards he and Burke had an argument over it. The result was that Burke could referee no more fights in which Mandot was a principal.

Says Dundee Missed Often.

"Had Dundee been my own brother I would have given the decision against him," said Tommy Burns. "Dundee was clearly outboxed. He was on the run most of the time and missed many a punch that the spectators thought landed, so clever was the defense of Mandot. Joe was right there in every mix-up, too, and I thought he had the better of nearly every exchange. Certainly Dundee backed away most of the time and broke ground every time the milling got hot."

But that wasn't the way the majority of impartial spectators saw it, and they were dumbfounded by the decision even after Mandot had made his usual game rally toward the finish, starting with the sixteenth round.

Not Same Jumping Johnny.

Up to that time he had been outpointed by a great margin. Dundee was not so flashy, perhaps, as in his previous fights here with Mandot and Welsh because he did less aeroplaning, but he did more straight boxing and looked for all a better boy than he ever has been. He began operations on Mandot in the second round and before the six minutes of fighting had expired odds on Dundee had gone from 7 to 5 to 2 to 1. Joe didn't show to advantage until the fourth, which he won by a good margin by outboxing the New Yorker, and from then until the sixteenth Mandot's work, while at times as good as he ever has shown, was too much on the flash order to win him hardly an even break.

The local boy's wonderful courage was always to the front, though, and doubtless one of the things that so impressed Referee Burns was that Mandot showed his true colors when pressed hardest. Dundee almost invariably started trouble and Mandot almost as invariably finished it for him.

Joe Takes 'Em on Jaw.

There seems to be wide difference of opinion as to the role Mandot essayed in the last six or seven rounds. Not all the fans saw it that way, but Scotty Monteith, Dundee's manager, evidently figured around the sixteenth round that Dundee could rest on his oars for he then instructed Dundee to "let Mandot do it." Dundee, however, wasn't content with his procedure. This jumping back is naturally an aggressive little fellow and will have his way.

Mandot's defense was as near perfect as could be except that his jaw frequently was open to Dundee's swings. This worried Mandot's supporters considerably in the early part of the fray as they remembered how Joe had been dropped in the past by haymakers to his supposedly cheek-bone, but as Joe took rap after rap with less than his usual distress their courage grew and after awhile they were inviting more punches of this character. It was in the impregnable defense of his body that Joe shone. He blocked and parried superbly, and many a Dundee lead that the crowd thought reached its mark was spent on the arm and glove.

Will Have His Hot Finish.

Another thing that augured well for Mandot was his classy finish, which is characteristic of him. Defeat him as they will, Joe will have his last three or four rounds to himself at least he'll make a game effort, and time after time he has turned defeat into victory or at least a draw by a thrilling wind-up. This is what he did again tonight. He opened the sixteenth by cracking Johnnie one with his right. Johnnie in a jiffy was a whole cyclone of action and it looked as though Joe had started something that would wind up disastrously. Dundee forced him to the ropes and tried his best to put over a finisher but Joe's splendid blocking kept him from harm, and the adventurous round ended with honors slightly in favor of the local boy. The seventeenth was all Mandot's, and one of the very best rounds he had. With a straight left jab and his right working in overhand fashion he hit Dundee almost at will. And then came the eighteenth, the best round of the fight. Some gave it to Joe, others to Johnnie. An even brea
k would be just to both, but it certainly was some round with both boys going at top speed and Mandot gaining in support all the time if for nothing else than the reason that he was proving that he wasn't yet beaten.

The nineteenth was a Dundee round by the scantiest of shades, and the twentieth closed with both boys toe to toe and Mandot getting a little better of the breaks.

Mandot Uses Pivot.

It was not a fast fight nor one that abounded in thrills as did their former meeting over the distance, but there were two or three exciting sessions.

The eighth round furnished a blow that is seldom seen these days--the pivot. Mandot used it in getting out of a tight corner and had it connected in all its viciousness there's no telling the damage it would have done and the consequences as this is an illegal blow and it doubtless was as lucky for Mandot as for Dundee that it only grazed the chin and was not so effective to warrant particular notice by either opponent or referee.

The eleventh brought a minute's milling that recalled very vividly the time Dundee all but stopped Charlie White here. Dundee started the round but Mandot retaliated with two right crosses to the jaw that stung the Italian and fired him with determination. He ducked his head and waded in slinging right and left toward the jaw, Joe's back almost against the ropes.

White Affair Recalled.

This was the identical way Dundee copped White, the suddenness and fierceness of his attack breaking through his adversary's guard. This time, though, Mandot ducked just in time, getting under both blows and in doing so he found himself in a most advantageous position for an attack on his opponent's body, an opening that he was quick to take advantage of, and in a little bit he had Dundee breaking ground. This was one of the few rounds in which there was plenty of action but no decided advantage either way.

The count of rounds, as we got it, was about nine for Dundee, six for Mandot and three even.

Decision Was Wanted.

For one thing Tommy Burns is to be commended instead of panned, and that was his determination to render a decision even if necessary to "split hairs."

Mandot and Dundee had met three times. Two bouts were no-decision set-tos. The other was a 20-round draw.

Burns interpreted the wish of the fans this time to see a decision rendered and he gave one. That he saw it as the majority of others did not is not extraordinary.


1916-02-22 The Times-Picayune (New Orleans, LA) (page 11)

DUNDEE WINS BATTLE; MANDOT GETS DECISION
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Last night, at the New Louisiana Auditorium in Carroliton avenue, Johnnie Dundee of New York decisively defeated Joe Mandot, the pride of the French Market section of New Orleans. But Dundee did not get the decision of Referee Tommy Burns, when the gong sounded the end of the twentieth round. On the other hand, to the amazement of perhaps ninety-eight per cent of the big crowd, Tommy walked over to the local boy and raised his hand.

There was hardly a sound in the big arena for the space of several seconds. Every one was too astonished to talk. Eyes opened and jaws dropped as the decision was made. It seemed that some mistake had been made.

But it went just the same, Dundee had won and lost. Mandot had lost and won.

In the years that boxing has found favor as a sport in New Orleans there has, without doubt, been very few decisions that brought about greater dissension among the spectators than did the one last night. The majority of those who scored the contest round by round gave Dundee at least eight to ten rounds. The writer scored twelve in his favor. Six were recorded in favor of Mandot and two even. Yet according to the score card kept by Referee Burns, he gave ten rounds to Mandot, seven to Dundee and three even.

A great deal must be accredited to the different points of view from which the bout is seen, but even with the most liberal allowances for such a difference in viewpoint, it is very difficult to see wherein any one could have made Mandot out a winner in last night's bout.

QUESTIONABLE VERDICT BEFORE

One afternoon last winter the same two boys met in the Westside Arena at McDonoghville. They boxed twenty rounds. They were twenty of the fastest and most furious sessions ever seen in any ring encounter in the South. Dick Burke was third man in the ring. On that occasion, as last night, it appeared that Dundee had the margin of victory. Referee Burke called it a draw. The contest was much more even than the one last night and yet, after Dundee had outboxed Joe in the majority of the rounds, had out-fought him in most of them, had been the aggressor at all times during the twenty rounds and had won the fight, it appeared, on infighting alone if nothing of his other work was considered, Referee Burns comes out at the finish and gives the decision to the other man.

Even the crowd, which was a Mandot aggregation, was completely non-plussed at the end of the encounter. For a moment afterward no one seemed to understand just what had happened and when it did filter through their minds a few gave a cheer and followed the French Market boy off to his quarters. Then there was little to be heard except expressions of amazement.

When the gong rang ending the contest, Dundee walked toward the referee expecting his hand to be raised. When Tommy raised that of Mandot, instead, Johnnie's expression was almost laughable, so great was the surprise depicted upon his Scotch-"Wop" countenance. He was a picture of surprise and for a moment stood in the center of the ring as if uncertain as to what to do. Then he walked to his corner and to his manager, Scotty Monteith.

Last night's bout was an important one in lightweight ranks. The winner, it is understood, will get the first chance at the champion, Freddie Welsh, in a local ring in the near future. For that reason both fought at their best clip to win. But to the minds of the great majority of spectators, Dundee's best was far better than the best that the local man showed.

It must be said, at that, that Mandot fought a much better fight than he has here in years. He was in excellent condition and boxed fairly well. At times he showed all the brilliant action of his former days when he won the greatest following that any New Orleans boxer ever had. This was shown particularly in the early opening rounds and again in the sixteenth, seventeenth and eighteenth. In the latter named rounds he smothered the visitor with brilliant left hand work, shooting jab after jab to the face and crossing the old right to the jaw. Through this means he held Dundee off successfully in these rounds. He did the same in the fourth and eighth. In the first his shade was slight as both boxed cautiously.

After this first round, Dundee appeared to have gauged the situation correctly for he tore in after some preliminary boxing and feinting and slammed Mandot all over the ring. He had Joe in a bad way in this round but the latter showed his fighting spirit by coming back fiercely, albeit wildly, and trying his best to trade wallops with the little fighting machine. But he lost that round by a wide majority and went to his corner looking wild and tired.

But Joe, showing his old time powers of "come-back," was up for the third bright and fresh. This was a fast, hard fought session in which both showed to advantage in both boxing and slugging. It ended with honors even. Then Joe's right earned him a round. After Dundee had shaken him up with left hooks to the face and the use of the "flying jab" a time or two, Joe got the right to going well and slammed four hard ones straight to the jaw. Johnnie was not hurt, simply coming in the harder for more, but it was Mandot's round.

DUNDEE GOES AHEAD

The fifth was even, both missing several times and exchanging both rights and lefts and with the next Dundee began to win. He took nine out of the next ten rounds in a row, as it appeared from the north side of ring. In the sixth he again had Mandot in bad shape once by the use of his left hook to the jaw and he fought like a wild man to finish him. But he fought wildly and gave the local boxer the chance that he needed to recover his poise.

Dundee took the seventh, keeping Joe guessing by dancing around and jabbing repeatedly, but Mandot came back and took the eighth by slamming lefts and rights to the face and jaw and Dundee then started out and won the next seven sessions in a row, leaving no doubt in either case as to who had won the round.

After that Mandot showed his strongest form, both outboxing and outslugging Dundee in the 16, 17 and 18 and after that the tide turned again, Dundee winding up the match with a great display of his speed and sheer fighting ability. He waded in in the 19 and 20, taking Mandot's jabs and pokes if he had to, ducking some, blocking some, but always fighting, always leading and slugging. He slammed for the face, the head, the body. Anywhere so long as he had a target and so fierce was his onslaught that the local boxer had no chance to show anything.

And then came the decision, after which the fans filed out.

New Orleans boxing fans are strong for Mandot. They have always been so since he was a tiny and just learning to punch, duck and counter, but they all like to see the winner of any battle get his due. And they were not satisfied that Johnnie Dundee got his last night.

FIGHT BY ROUNDS

Round One--They did not shake hands but rushed into a clinch. Both worked short-armed hooks to face and body. They sparred carefully and then clinched again. Mandot jabbed twice with left. Dundee landed two left chops to nose. Dundee missed a left hook and Mandot straightened him up with a right uppercut. They swapped lefts and were in a clinch at the bell. Mandot's round by a shade.

Round Two--They rushed into a clinch, Dundee working his right hard to the kidneys. Mandot missed a left jab and Dundee hooked his left to the jaw. A fast exchange resulted in Dundee's favor. Dundee then landed a terrific left hook to the jaw, staggering Mandot. Dundee put a heavy right to the wind and hooked two smashing lefts to the jaw. Dundee rushed Mandot to the ropes, rocking him with right and left hooks. It was all Dundee.

Round Three--Dundee jabbed with left. They clinched. Dundee landed flying jab. Dundee hooked a hard left to the jaw. Mandot missed a left jab, but recovered and met Dundee's rush with a hard right uppercut. They swapped left hooks. Dundee missed a left swing and Mandot countered lightly with a right cross to the jaw. Dundee hooked hard left to the jaw. Even round.

Round Four--Dundee landed two light left jabs to the face. Dundee missed a left hook and swung hard right to wind. They clinched. Dundee landed hard left hook to the ear. Mandot hooked right four times to the jaw in a clinch. Mandot shook him with a right cross to the jaw. Dundee ducked a right swing and countered with a heavy left to the body. They were in a clinch at the bell. Mandot's round.

Round Five--Mandot missed a left jab. Mandot jabbed with left. Dundee rushed into a flying jab. Mandot jabbed with left to the face. Dundee jabbed twice with left. Mandot jabbed and Dundee hooked a hard left to the chin. Mandot crossed his right heavily to the jaw, but the blow was high. Dundee bored in, putting hard right to wind and left hook to the jaw. Even round.

DUNDEE GETS GOING

Round Six--Dundee missed a left hook and they clinched. Mandot jabbed with left. Dundee missed a left hook and Mandot straightened him up with a right uppercut to the jaw. Dundee landed three left jabs in a row, Mandot missing two rights. Dundee rocked him with a left hook to the jaw and rushed him to the ropes. Dundee had all the better of the fighting at short range, forcing Mandot to hold on. They were in a fast exchange at the bell. Dundee's round.

Round Seven--Dundee missed a left hook, but put heavy right to wind. In a clinch, Dundee worked both hands hard to the stomach. Dundee ducked a left and shook Mandot with a smashing left hook to the jaw. Dundee was the aggressor all the way, forcing Mandot to break ground. Dundee jabbed with left. Mandot returned the blow. It was a tame round, and Dundee's.

Round Eight--Dundee missed a left hook, but landed hard right cross to the jaw. Mandot put heavy right uppercut to body. Mandot jabbed twice with left. Dundee missed a left hook and Mandot crossed his right to the jaw. They traded left hooks. Mandot jabbed with left and Dundee worked right and left hard to wind. Mandot's round.

Round Nine--Dundee landed a left hook to the jaw. Mandot jabbed with left, and in a clinch worked three hard uppercuts to the wind. Dundee missed a right cross and fell on a stiff right uppercut. They clinched and wasted much time. Mandot's slightly.

Round Ten--They rushed into a clinch. Mandot jabbed with left. Dundee worked right hard to kidneys in another clinch. Dundee shook him with a left hook and Mandot fought back hard, rushing Dundee across the ring. They both missed lefts. Dundee worked right and left hard to the body and rocked Mandot with a terrific left hook to the jaw. Dundee staggered him with a right cross at the bell. Dundee's by a big margin.

Round Eleven--Dundee bored in, landing two hard lefts to the jaw. In a clinch Dundee did all the infighting. Dundee jabbed with left and backed Mandot to the ropes, landing two left hooks to the jaw. Dundee rocked his head with two left jabs and in a clinch worked his right hard to kidneys. Mandot landed hard right cross to the jaw. Dundee missed a right, but brought heavy left hook to the chin. It was all Dundee.

Round Twelve--Dundee hooked his left to the jaw and bored in. In a clinch Dundee outfought the Frenchman. Mandot missed a right cross and Dundee rained a fusillade of rights and lefts to the body. Dundee forced him back with two heavy left hooks. Mandot held on strong in the clinches. Dundee put heavy right cross to the chin, but Mandot came back strong, landing right uppercut to jaw. Mandot jabbed with left, and Dundee shook him up with a left hook. It was another Dundee round.

Round Thirteen--Dundee rushed into a clinch and landed three rights to the kidneys. Dundee missed a left jab and buried left swing in Mandot's midsection. Dundee rushed into a stiff right uppercut. Dundee rushed again, and was met with a terrific right uppercut. Mandot jabbed with left, but Dundee forced him to the ropes with a volley of rights and lefts. Dundee again.

Round Fourteen--Dundee crossed his right heavily to the jaw and straitened Mandot with a left hook. Mandot landed a left jab and right cross to the jaw. Dundee hooked a hard left to face. In a clinch, Dundee landed ten hard rights to the ribs without a return. This was all Dundee.

Round Fifteen--Mandot landed a left jab, and Dundee countered with heavy right to jaw. Mandot crossed his right to the nose and Dundee shook him with a left hook. Dundee rushed into a clinch and inflicted severe punishment to Mandot's ribs. Dundee hooked hard left to the jaw. Dundee's round.

MANDOT WAKES UP

Round Sixteen--Dundee rushed and missed a left hook. Mandot jabbed with left and Dundee missed again. Dundee put right and left to wind, but Mandot knocked him off with stiff right uppercut. Dundee missed a left hook and Mandot put heavy right to ribs. Mandot landed a left jab. Dundee missed repeatedly in this round and it was Mandot's by a good margin.

Round Seventeen--Dundee continued to miss most of his leads, and Mandot locked him up in the clinches. Mandot met one of his rushes with a hard right uppercut. Mandot landed three left jabs to the nose. Mandot crossed his right to the jaw. Dundee landed hard left hook and put heavy right to wind. Dundee landed with left. Mandot's round.

Round Eighteen--Dundee loafed in this stanza and Mandot assumed the aggressive for the first time during the fight. Mandot landed lightly with left jabs. Dundee worked hard with right in a clinch, but in the breakaway Mandot shook him with a right uppercut. Dundee hooked hard left to jaw. Mandot rocked him with a right cross, and Dundee came back strong, landing two left hooks. Mandot's by a slight margin.

1909-02-20 Freddie Welsh W-PTS20 Young Erne [Westside Athletic Club, New Orleans, LA, USA]

1909-02-21 The Daily Picayune (New Orleans, LA) (page 15)

WELSH WINS.
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Erne Stays the Twenty Rounds With English Champion,
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But the Fistic Foreigner Was Cleverest, and Proved Master of the Punch.
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By superior cleverness and endurance, Freddie Welsh, the English lightweight champion, gained the decision over "Young" Erne, after one of the hardest fought ring battles ever pulled off here. More than 2,500 persons witnessed the mill. Welsh was Erne's master throughout the twenty rounds. When Referee Dave Barry declared Welsh the winner, there were few dissenting opinions, for the game little Englishman not only outpointed the American lad, but chopped him to pieces before the end.

Erne gained a slight advantage in the fifth, ninth, twelfth and nineteenth rounds. In the fourth Welsh opened a wide gash in Erne's nose, and in the eighth started the gore flowing freely from the mouth. At the end of the fifteenth round Erne was groggy, and holding on desperately to evade the fatal blow. In the nineteenth Erne came back with remarkable speed, using his right and left with terrific effect on the English boy. Both men appeared to be strong at the end of the twentieth round. Welsh's left eye was slightly discolored, while Erne's face was cut to pieces. His mouth was swollen out of proportion and his left eye entirely closed.

Before the men were introduced Referee Barry read a telegram from Jimmy Clabby, the crack Milwaukee lad, challenging the winner of the fight. Both men accepted the terms. Big Marvin Hart, who fights before the Parkview Club next week, was introduced. He was hailed as the future champion heavy weight.

Erne was the first to enter the ring. He was accompanied by Bert Keyes, his trainer. He wore soft bandages about his wrists, and was attired in green trunks, and an American flag about his belt. Welsh was accompanied to his corner by Gene Lutz, the turfman. Erne examined the bandages worn by Welsh, and then raised a kick. Referee Barry ordered the Englishman to remove part of the bandages. Welsh then raised a howl as to the style of fighting proposed by Erne's second. He declared that the articles barred in-fighting, and provided for a clean break in the clinches. After considerable delay the articles were produced, which provided that the fighters could hit with one arm free in a clinch.

THE PRELIMINARIES.

Jack Collier, a local boy, and Kid Carter, of Denver, hooked up in the preliminary. Both men weighed 116 pounds. Collier jabbed Carter to pieces with his left in the first round, and in the second slipped three wicked right hooks to the jaw, putting Carter down for the count of seven, the gong saving him. Carter was still sleeping when the gong sounded for the third, and his second quit.

In the semifinal, Kid Greaves and Kid Stanley, both of New Orleans, fought at 110 pounds. Stanley forced the fighting, landing with little effect on Greaves. In the second Stanley walked into two or three hard right swings, and took the count after 14 minutes of fighting.

A telegram was received from Jimmy Clabby, of Milwaukee, challenging the winner of the Welsh-Erne mill, at 142 pounds. Phil Brock, of Cleveland, was introduced as an aspirant to divide honors with the winner.

THE FIGHT BY ROUNDS.

First Round--Erne led with left jabs to nose. Welsh put straight right to body and left to kidneys. Welsh jabbed his left to chin. Erne shook Welsh with a right to jaw.

Second Round--Welsh put his left to jaw, and Erne came back with right hook on jaw. Welsh placed two wicked jabs to face. Erne clinched. Welsh used his right on kidneys. Welsh swung his left to body, and brought his right across the jaw.

Third Round--Welsh put his right to jaw and followed it with a left to body. Erne shot his right to face, and Welsh put right to ear. Erne jabbed right and left. Welsh mixed it, using his right in clinches. Welsh brought blood with a left swing to nose.

Fourth Round--Erne swung his right to jaw, and missed a left jab. Erne swung a right, was met with a hard left to jaw coming back. Erne got a hard left to the face. Welsh landed his right to body. Erne right to body.

Fifth Round--Welsh ducked a right swing. Erne landed a right hook. Erne left to jaw twice, and left to body. Welsh feinted with left and brought his right across the jaw. Both clinched. Erne used his left on kidney.

Sixth Round--Erne hard left to jaw. Welsh right jab and right hook on jaw. Erne put his left to kidney. Welsh jabbed to mouth, bringing the blood. Welsh ducked into a slow hook. Men mixing when gong sounded.

Seventh Round--Erne led left to the jaw. Welsh brought his left under guard to jaw. Erne put a hard right to jaw. Welsh hooked right to jaw. Erne put left to jaw. Welsh jabbed left to jaw, and put right to body and left to jaw. Erne bleeding at the nose and mouth and seemed weak.

Eighth Round--Welsh put a straight right to jaw, and brought his left across the body. Welsh jabbed left to mouth, and swung hard rights and lefts to jaw. Erne ducked into a right hook to the nose. Erne put a straight jab to jaw, opening a gash in Welsh's nose. The men clinched as the gong rang.

Ninth Round--Erne came up fresh, with a left to the ear. Welsh smilingly put a left hook to neck. Erne countered with his right to jaw. Erne put a terrible left to neck. Both men used rights and lefts to jaw in the clinch. Erne jabbed his right to Welsh's nose, causing the blood to flow again.

Tenth Round--Erne swung right to jaw. Welsh jabbed left to nose. Erne put a hard right to jaw, and Welsh countered with a right hook to nose. Erne used long-range jab to good effect.

Eleventh Round--Welsh crossed Erne with right and left swings to jaw. Erne jabbed his right to mouth. Erne swung right and left, but Welsh was not there. Welsh blocked Erne's left jabs, using his right effectively on Erne's ear. Erne's right eye greatly swollen.

Twelfth Round--Erne put three straight lefts to face. Welsh put an upper-cut to jaw. Welsh staggered Erne with straight lefts to jaw. Welsh hooked his right on jaw. Erne fighting for cover. Gong found Erne bleeding and very weak.

Thirteenth Round--Welsh swung left to jaw; Welsh jabbed left and right to jaw. Erne dropped his guard and got a stiff jab on ear. Erne shot a hard right on jaw. Welsh staggered Erne with a stiff jab on jaw. Erne went to his corner very groggy.

Fourteenth Round--Erne came back in great shape, swinging his left to body. Welsh put a stiff right on jaw. Erne put his left to jaw, and jabbed his right to body. Welsh swung hard to face with his right. Welsh showing first signs of distress.

Fifteenth Round--Erne put a stiff right on nose. Welsh lunged with his right for the body, and met a stiff left swing. Welsh forced Erne to ropes, planting a hard right on jaw. Referee Barry cautioned Welsh not to use his head in clinches.

Sixteenth Round--Welsh swung left to jaw, forcing Erne to ropes. Erne tried for a right swing, and met a hard left on nose. Erne landed hard on body. The men fought at close range, Erne using his right with effect on Welsh's body.

Seventeenth Round--Erne jabbed his right to body. Welsh put a hard one on neck. Erne jabbed left to nose. Welsh put a hard left swing to kidneys. Erne jabbed left to nose, and brought a hard right across body. Both men fighting at long range.

Eighteenth Round--Welsh missed a wicked right hook. Erne countered with lefts and rights, forcing Welsh to ropes. Erne put a hard right to body. Welsh forced Erne to ropes.

Nineteenth Round--The gong found the men fighting furiously, Welsh using his right to jaw. Erne put a hard one to the neck. Welsh put a hard right to body, and followed it up with short right and left jabs.

Twentieth Round--Erne put a hard left to jaw. Welsh put a stiff left to jaw. Erne jabbed with his left, and swung a hard one on jaw. Welsh put a series of hard rights and lefts to jaw. Erne was hanging on, bleeding from nose and mouth.

1918-08-19 Sam Langford W-KO9 Roughhouse Willy Ware [Ball park, Tulsa, OK, USA]

1918-08-20 Tulsa Daily World (Tulsa, OK) (page 10)

LANGFORD PUTS WARE OUT IN NINTH ROUND
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Boston Tar Baby Sends Roughhouse Kid From New Orleans Through Ropes.
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PRELIMINARIES ARE FAST
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Tulsans Amuse Crowd With Fast Bouts; Big Crowd Witnesses Battle at Ball Park.
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Sam Langford, the "Boston Tar Baby," won in the ninth round from "Roughhouse" Willy Ware of New Orleans in the fistic encounter staged at the ball park last night by "Billy" McClain. Langford had things all his own way through the battle but Ware had staying qualities and put up a good stiff fight against the renowned negro pugilist. In the ninth, however, Langford got a straight drive home between the eyes which sent Ware tumbling through the ropes out into the audience. It was a hard blow and when it reached its destination it was good-bye and good night for the roughhouse kid.

Langford showed that he still has a good punch and that he has not lost the cunning which for years kept him at the top notch in the pugilistic arena.

The battle kept the spectators in a good humor all the way through, for Langford is quite a comedian besides being a fighter, and his remarks and antics pleased the big crowd.

The crowd was large and all present were repaid for their money.

In the preliminaries, which were lightning goes, Tommy Dearing of Texarkana and "Young Starlight" of Tulsa, both negroes, fought six rounds to a draw. Nathaniel Jones and Dritt Simms of Tulsa fought four rounds to a draw.


1918-08-24 The Tulsa Star (Tulsa, OK) (page 4)

LANGFORD DEFEATS "ROUGH HOUSE" WARE IN NINTH
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Sam Langford, the noted "Boston Tar Baby" of pugilistic fame, spoiled all the hopes of "Rough House" Ware of New Orleans, here Monday night when Sam knocked his opponent through the ropes for the fatal count in the 9th round of a scheduled 15-round bout. Both men were in excellent condition and for a while it looked like the New Orleans man would hold his own with the famous ring general, but this speculation was put at naught when Langford let himself out and ended the fight in the first half of the ninth.

Langford left Tuesday evening for St. Louis to box Battling Jim Johnson Thursday night.

Ned O'Baldwin

1863-10-24 Bell's Life In London, And Sporting Chronicle (London, UK) (page 7)

FIGHT BETWEEN MARSDEN OF NOTTINGHAM AND TOM COOPER'S BIG-UN, FOR FIFTY POUNDS A SIDE.

The long-pending match, for £50 a side, between Andrew Marsden of Nottingham and O'Baldwin (Tom Cooper's Big-un) of Birmingham was decided on Wednesday on the borders of Buckinghamshire, where the fight between Dan Morris and Smith (brother of the Regent-street Pet) took place some years back. The match was imagined to be one of more than ordinary interest from the circumstance of its being expected to furnish a fresh candidate for the Champion's Belt. Of this, however, more anon. It had been originally fixed to come off on Cesarewitch day, but was deferred in consequence of that event. Neither of the men had ever before placed his standard in the fistic field, and, consequently, expectation was on the tiptoe as to whether the issue would bring an infusion of new blood and a "coming man" for our British boxing trophy.

Marsden was bred up on the banks of the Trent with the Caunts, the Bendigos, and the Harry Poulsons--so that the soil from which he sprung may at all events be considered good enough. He is a magnificently-framed man, 6ft 1½ in in altitude, with a fine prominent chest, well-developed muscular shoulders and proportionately good loins, an eye as piercing and as bright as an eaglet's, and a pleasing countenance, indicating the essence of natural robust health. He is 26 years old, and weighed 13st 10lb the day previous at his training quarters, the Five Bells, Finchley. If anything, he was a shade too big, as some of his upper muscles lacked the necessary firmness and tension. Baldwin is the same colossal specimen of humanity that Nat Langham (one of the "Oxford Martyrs") advertised might be seen at his drum, the Mitre, St Martin's-lane, as a future candidate for the Championship. He was born in Lismore, County Waterford, and is a young giant of 23 years old, stands 6ft 7in, and pulled down the beam on the eve of the present meeting at 14st 3lb. Unlike his antagonist, he looked tall, lanky, and unwieldy, and as if he had overgrown his strength and wanted the bone and sinews of a Saxon heritage to make up for the scanty living amidst the bogs of ould Ireland. He has a sinister look, deep-sunken optics, and a lose and lounging gait, lolling his long arms about in most ungainly fashion. After being put through the mill at Nat Langham's and proving a chopping block for Jem Dillon, Job Cobley, Bob Webb, and the rest of the Mitre troupe, he was given up as a rank weed in the garden of pugilism. Not so thought Mr Cooper, of Birmingham, who kindly took him in hand, replenished the old, tattered grey frieze habilaments, and put him into training with Ben Garrington, a Birmingham ped, at The Dog, Whittington Heath, Lichfield. He took up quarters in town at W. Richardson's, Blue Anchor, Church-street, Shoreditch; while Marsden held his levees at Bob Travers's, Sun and Thirteen Cantons, Castle-street, Leicestersquare. When the ring had been formed, 6 to 4 was laid out on the Nottinghamshire representative, who laid an even tenner with his antagonist.

THE FIGHT.

Round 1. The men entered the ring at ten minutes past nine o'clock. Marsden's colours were a white ground and light blue border; purple and orange stripe for Erin-go-Bragh. On crossing hands both began to spar, but Baldwin betrayed no proper notion of his work; he moved dully, and strongly contrasted in action to the springy alertness and rapid passes made by Marsden, who moved gaily and confidently as he measured his towering adversary, and waited for a moment or so for an opening. This right speedily came, for the Irishman's left being out of distance, Marsden dashed in with a terrific spank on the mark, which resounded again all over the ring, and must sadly have interfered with Baldwin's digestive organs. Without further waiting, Andrew delivered his right with stinging severity on the left glistener, inflicting a deep gash, and the claret began to flow freely. The blow completely settled the business, for Baldwin gave way to it, and fell like an unwieldly lump of lead to the ground near Andrew's corner. On being carried to his own it was quite clear that he had no desire to persevere.

Round 2.--The Irish giant was forced up very reluctantly, and looked everywhere for a loophole to escape. After a feint Marsden got nicely within range, let fly a smasher with his right direct from the shoulder, and toppled down Tom Cooper's Big-un and "all his greatness" in a most unmistakable manner. When the cumbrous Hibernian had been carried to his corner he looked most pitiably at his seconds, and seemed to be begging for leave to cut it.

3. When again forced up Baldwin retreated, as he saw Marsden coming, to one of the middle stakes, and never made the slightest attempt to act on the defensive. Marsden tried to rouse him by a dinger with the left in the ribs. The charm most signally failed; paraphrasing the old nursery rhyme,

"Not all the king's horses and all the king's men
 Could get Baldwin and Andrew together again."

Marsden, determined to put an end to the burlesque, now accomplished his maiden coup d’état by such an energetic delivery with his right on the old sore on the left pepper that the Irishman rolled heavily to the green sward in a thorough state of helplessness, and the sponge was thrown up for him in token of defeat.

REMARKS.

Unfortunately this affair, which only lasted three and a half minutes, afforded no opportunity of testing the skill, lasting powers, or endurance of the Nottinghamshire aspirant. He appears to be a hard, telling hitter with both hands, and deported himself, for a mere novice, in a most promising manner. His pretensions, however, are yet shrouded in mystery, and it may be that they will be called into question ere the dawn of another season. As to O'Baldwin, it is evident he was born to be a lamp-lighter, and the sooner he obtains an appointment in that calling the better. He should never have been permitted to enter the P. R., for any office in which he is utterly unfit. He has not even substance enough to be split into two stakes for the inner ring. The money is to be handed to Marsden at Bob Travers's, Sun and Thirteen Cantons, Castle-street, on Thursday evening.




1866-02-25 Lloyd's Weekly Newspaper (London, UK) (page 5)

FIGHT BETWEEN O'BALDWIN AND ILES.

A prize fight that was looked forward to by the sporting world with a great deal of interest came off on Monday under the difficulties that usually attend this class of gathering. The interest manifested in this meeting arose from the fact of the belligerents being men of larger stature than any two men that ever entered the ring--the one, Edward O'Baldwin, standing six feet seven inches high; and the other, George Iles, six feet one and a half inch. O'Baldwin, who is twenty-three years of age, was born at Lismore, in the county of Waterford, and weighed 14st. 7lb.; he fought in 1863 with Andrew Marsden, Nottinham man, by whom he was easily defeated. Iles was born at Bristol, and in his 26th year. His weight was 12st. He contended in 1863 with Joe Wormald, and was beaten after a most determined fight of two hours and six minutes. It will thus be seen that there is exactly 5½ inches difference in the height of these men, and in their weights a difference of 2st. 7lbs. Notwithstanding this disparity however in favour of O'Baldwin it was generally thought, from the fact of his having been so easily thrashed by Marsden, that Iles was the better man of the two, possessing more science and powers of endurance. But the result on Monday's contest has not alone entirely changed opinion as to the abilities of O'Baldwin, but has earned for him the sobriquet of the "coming man for the belt." With the view, then, of witnessing a contest similar (so far as the disparity in the statures of the belligerents was concerned) to that which earned for the deceased Tom Sayers such universal admiration) a goodly sprinkling of gentlemen, and a very large number of their attendant followers, met, pursuant to the "tip," at Waterloo station a little before six o'clock in the morning, and "booked for Fleetpond" by the 6:15 train. The men were backed for a great deal of money--nominally they were to fight for 50l. a side. Eventually the ring was set up about a mile from Weybridge, and the toss for corners being won by O'Baldwin, he selected the eastern corner, with his back to the sun, which gave him also the advantage of higher ground.

O'Baldwin, in his white flannel drawers, tastefully trimmed with light blue ribbon, was the first to advance to the centre of the ring. His great height and long reach necessarily gave him the appearance of a very formidable opponent; but, with these exceptions, he appeared to be in anything but what is called "good condition." He is by no means a muscular man; on the contrary, his arms are remarkably thin. Not so with Iles, who a moment afterwards advanced to meet his antagonist. He is altogether a thick-set man, and, judging from his appearance, appeared to be in a condition to endure any thrashing he might meet with. Notwithstanding this, however, the betting, if anything, was rather in favour of O'Baldwin. Having shaken hands they opened the contest by carefully sparring and eyeing each other for nearly two minutes, when Iles made a feint, and attempted to "deliver" his left hand, but instantly retreated towards his corner, and almost at the same time he sprang forward, making a second feint, and then tried by rather dexterous feinting to turn his opponent's face to the sun. In this he partly succeeded, and availed himself of the opportunity to deliver a very sharp blow on his chest, leaving the red impression of his knuckles. The first blow was greeted by the backers of Iles with loud cheers, mingled with ironical remarks about O'Baldwin, who, however, totally regardless of the jeers, maintained his guard for fully two minutes, and then delivered his left hand, but Iles guarded a terrific blow that would have struck him to the ground. The sparring was continued, and a few sharp blows were rapidly exchanged for some time, but ultimately Iles struck out with his left hand, and gave his antagonist a rather heavy blow in the face, drawing the "first blood." About this moment a cry of "The police!" was raised, which appeared to stimulate the men to more determined action; but the referee instantly called upon them to desist, and the ropes were struck. This, the first and only round, lasted seven minutes. The whole party then returned to London, and thence down by the London, Tilbury, and Southend railway some twenty miles, where they, after crossing the Thames, resumed and succeeded in finishing the contest without interruption.

Everything having for the second time been proclaimed "ready," O'Baldwin was again the first to advance to the centre, but was quickly encountered by Iles. They at once put themselves into action, resuming their cautious sparring with expressions of the utmost determination. After walking round the ring two or three times O'Baldwin struck Iles a terrific blow on the right ribs. This evidently caused Iles some uneasiness, as he slowly retreated with the evident object of recovering himself, but in an instant afterwards he advanced and aimed a terrific blow at O'Baldwin's head, but with an activity that would characterise a ten-stone man he bent his head forward and received it upon his right shoulder. Again they resumed their sparring, following each other round the ring several times. This continued for fully ten minutes, when one of the sponge-holders declared his inability to wipe away the blood, there being at this time scarcely a mark upon either of the men. Still the sparring continued, each man watching his opportunity for delivering a blow. But from the disposition manifested by Iles, O'Baldwin found it difficult to close. He kept leading him round the ring--now returning towards his corner--now advancing and making feints, that served only to exasperate his second, who by all the "gentle persuasion" possible implored him to "go in and finish him." Iles was perfectly indifferent to this persuasion, as he was also to the ironical remarks lavished upon him by the O'Baldwin's backers. They persisted "that the six footer was of no use; that "he was merely a mechanic and ought to have stuck to his hammer." In the midst of the hubbub which these and counter-shouts created, O'Baldwin struck Iles with his left hand on the face with sufficient violence to completely rip his lip open and cover his face with blood. Iles sharply returned the blow, striking O'Baldwin on the cheek, drawing blood. They then struck sharply at each other, succeeding in landing their aims with telling effect. This hurried exchange of blows was brought to a momentary close by O'Baldwin striking Iles right in the face, completely knocking him off his legs, but, recovering himself with smart activity, he struck O'Baldwin a blow on the chest that echoed with a sickly thud round the ring. This appeared somewhat to arouse the temper of O'Baldwin, who followed Iles closely round the ring, striking him every now and then terrific blows directly in the face and nose and mouth, and ultimately it was difficult to discern a single feature of Iles, whose face and chest were literally covered with blood, and who was ultimately knocked into the ropes with fearful violence, which brought the second round to a close after 34½ minutes.

He came up pluckily in the third round, amidst the cries of "Take him away; O'Baldwin will kill him." He first of all sought to obtain the rest which "time" would not admit by keeping his adversary at bay. O'Baldwin, however, seemed at this time simply to show what his science and physical powers were, and, watching his opportunity, he sent his left hand forward, and struck Iles on the left eye with such violence that fairly closed it up. Iles still maintained his ground, and by a series of feints managed to lead his adversary directly before the sun. But O'Baldwin, evidently aware of this, followed him up very closely, and, losing no time, struck a blow on his nose that seemed to shake his entire frame. This was succeeded by more sparring; but O'Baldwin, after a few minutes, caught his adversary an awful blow on the left eye, and he fell into the ropes perfectly helpless. He was carried to his corner, and not answering to "time" O'Baldwin was proclaimed the victor, after fighting three rounds in fifty-seven minutes. The moment the victory was proclaimed the victor sprang clearly over the ropes perfectly unpunished, while Iles was being tended by his seconds in his corner.--Morning Herald.





1866-09-30 Lloyd's Weekly Newspaper (London, UK) (page 12)
Disgraceful Scene at a Prize Fight.--A fight between a man named O'Baldwin, who, in pugilistic circles, is known as the "Irish giant," and a Nottingham man named Marsden, for 100l. a side, took place on Tuesday, on the borders of Hungtingdonshire. After fighting for some time the advantage rested with O'Baldwin; but the ropes and stakes were then pulled up, and the Nottingham partisans rushed into the ring, declaring that their man had been foully used. At this moment the greatest excitement and hubbub prevailed, whereupon the referee left his seat. On arriving in London, he gave his decision in favour of O'Baldwin.

The P. R. Championship.--A match has been made between the giant, O'Baldwin, and a man to be named by Jem Mace, to fight for the belt and 200l. a side. The men staked 5l. a side, and are to meet at Bell's Life office on Thursday next, between twelve and two, to draw up articles, when Mace must be prepared to name his man. O'Baldwin informs Joe Wormald that should Mace back out of this match, Joe shall have the next chance, according to his challenge, for 200l. or 500l. a side.




1867-04-29 The Edinburgh Evening Courant (Edinburgh, UK) (page 3)
The Fight for the Championship--A Disappointment--The fight between Wormald and O'Baldwin for £100 and the belt was to have come off on Saturday morning but did not. A special train was prepared to start from the South Eastern Railway Station at London Bridge and did start with a large number of passengers. Wormald went down by it, after a very narrow escape from the police. His antagonist (O'Baldwin) however, after driving up to the station, had his horse turned in another direction, and it was understood that he was to join the special somewhere down the line. This, however, either from accident or intentionally he did not do, and the fight has not taken place. The Sporting Life in a special edition published on Saturday afternoon says--Immediately after the return a meeting was held at the office of the stakeholder and it is a foregone conclusion that Wormald will be awarded the stakes--£100--the bets being void. As in the case of Sayers and Heenan, the championship and belt will remain in abeyance as according to the conditions there must be a battle fought and won for its possession. It is added in a postscript--Just as we are going to press he learn that O'Baldwin missed his train at London Bridge and went to Clapham whence he hooked to Farnborough.


1867-05-03 The Edinburgh Evening Courant (Edinburgh, UK) (page 3)
The Dispute for the Championship--The decision of Mr. Smith, the gentleman appointed as referee in the fight that was to have taken place on Saturday morning between O'Baldwin and Wormald has given great dissatisfaction alike to O'Baldwin and his backers. They maintain that O'Baldwin meant fighting and that the meeting between him and his antagonist was solely the result of accident, but finding that they could not get the decision rescinded the backers of O'Baldwin served the proprietor of the paper (Bell's Life) with a writ to reimburse their £200. The legal effort, however, proved equally ineffectual in eliciting a satisfactory response, and it was consequently resolved to make an appeal to the belt holder to rescind the decision of the referee. The meeting was held yesterday afternoon at Bell's Life office, and O'Baldwin was represented by gentlemen patrons of the ring, who showed cause by the bye-laws, that the referee's decision was a wrong one. A long discussion took place and it was finally agreed that the statement should be conveyed to the stakeholder who was not present, and so the matter remains in status quo.