1899-03-03 Frank Erne W-KO7 Dal Hawkins [Woodward's Pavilion, San Francisco, CA, USA]

1899-03-04 The San Francisco Call (San Francisco, CA) (page 12)

FRANK ERNE ASTOUNDED LOCAL SPORTS
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Lowered the Colors of Dal Hawkins.
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FINISH WAS A KNOCKOUT
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THE END CAME QUICKLY IN THE SEVENTH ROUND.
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Marvelous Cleverness of the Easterner Prevented Dal From Landing His Famous Left Swing.
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The patrons of fistic entertainment witnessed a contest last evening at Woodward's Pavilion which years will not efface from the memory.

Dal Hawkins, the flower of the lightweight champions representative of this coast, met Frank Erne, the clever two-handed pugilist of Buffalo, N. Y., in what was to have been a twenty-round pugilistic contest. The local sports pinned their faith on Hawkins, who has a record of winning many hard battles against the crackerjacks of the class of fighters of which he is a representative.

The betting favored Hawkins from start to finish, or, in other words, Hawkins was the favorite from the time the pools opened until they closed. The betting was 10 to 8, with Hawkins on the long end, and before the contestants entered the ring Erne's stock took a tumble, as odds of $10 to $7 went without takers. When Hawkins landed a swift left-hander on Erne's eye in the first round, the effect of which brought the receiver to the carpet, the news of Hawkins' success swept like wildfire about town, and when it reached the poolrooms the supporters of the local man were jubilant, and the Erne money fell from $10 to $7 to $10 to $4, and even at these latter figures Eastern money was hard to get.

The sudden defeat of Hawkins was a great surprise to the local talent, and it is safe to say that many a "hard-earned pocket" feels to-day the result of last evening's entertainment at Woodword's Pavilion.

The contest was a particularly brilliant one--that is, from a scientific point of view. In the first round Hawkins came within a few inches of bringing the sport to a very sudden conclusion. After the usual fiddling and sparring for openings Hawkins swung his dangerous left and his glove landed hard on the right eye of Erne. The force of the blow sent the Eastern lad to the carpet, where he remained for eight seconds. But, cautious and cool as Erne is, he took the limit of time to collect his senses, and was up and at it again before Referee Choynski had time to call him out.

Erne saw that another such punch as he received if landed on the right spot would quickly end the disturbance and cunningly he remained on the defensive, handsomely blocking all left swings that were afterward intended for the jaw point. Hawkins was rapidly scoring points on his adversary and the admirers of Erne freely confessed that unless the Buffalo man had "something up his sleeve" for future use Hawkins would win on points if he failed to score a knockout. In the seventh round Erne, advised by Barney Feeney, changed his tactics, and instead of making a long range fight, which was favorable to Hawkins, he got under the local man's guard and forced a mixup at short range. Dal, who is only what is called a one-hand fighter, attempted to ward off the attack of his opponent, but Erne, who is a lightning-quick striker, had Dal at sea immediately, and in the mixup he landed a hard left jolt on Dal's jaw, which was followed by a sharp right-hand crook, also on the jaw point, the force of which ended all dispute as to the fighting abilities of the men. Hawkins fell on his back and remained dead to the world for some seconds after being counted out.

The police management of the fight, under the command of Captain James W. Gillen of the Seventeenth street station, was as perfect as it was possible to have it. All the passageways were kept clear and the utmost good order was maintained throughout the entire building. No crowding was permitted at the entrance and those who had tickets found no difficulty in gaining admission.

Following is the result of the fight by rounds:

In the opening round Hawkins was the first to lead, and it ended in a clinch. Erne came back at him a few seconds later quick as a lightning with three hard lefts in the face. The blows jarred Hawkins, but he soon returned the compliment, landing his celebrated left swing, which has laid many a fighter low, hard on Erne's cheek, knocking the Buffalo lad down. Erne took the full nine seconds to rise, but did not appear dazed, and after that successfully blocked every left that Hawkins led for his head. Erne ended the round by planting a hard one on Dal's nose.

Erne was kept busy blocking Hawkins' delivery in the second round, but did it so well that most of the blows landed harmlessly on his arms. He retaliated with one good swift punch on Dal's wishbone. Hawkins rushed him to the ropes, but Erne clinched and no harm was done.

Hawkins kept up the leading in the third round, with Erne warding off all the blows and suffering no punishment, save one which Hawkins swung into his side, leaving a large red blotch to denote the spot where it landed.

Hawkins tried his left swing several times unsuccessfully in the fourth. Erne showed great cleverness in warding them off. Hawkins then tried his right, landing lightly on the body. Erne returned with a swift right in Dal's side. In a rush both exchanged lefts and rights on the head and shoulders as the round ended, and went to their corners winded.

Hawkins increased the size of the red spot on Erne's side in the fifth round by landing several hard left swings, which Erne did not guard. Erne did not try a return, contenting himself with avoiding punishment and gauging his man.

Erne showed more confidence in the sixth, opening with a rush and forcing Dal to clinch. Hawkins landed a light left on the forehead and again in the side, and Erne came back at him with hot rights and lefts on the head that dazed the Californian. It was the hottest exchange of the fight thus far.

Hawkins began hostilities in the seventh and what proved to be the last round by rushing his man to the ropes, swinging his left into Erne's side again. Erne retaliated with a hard right swing which landed on the back of Hawkins' neck. Erne rushed Hawkins to the ropes, landing his left and right hard on the head. Hawkins clinched and backed away, and Erne, following him up, swung his left and right across Dal's jaw so quickly that Hawkins probably never knew they were coming. The blows settled Hawkins, probably, but just to show that there was no frost Erne soaked him a straight left in the jaw and a right swing on the side of the head, and Dal went down like a log, falling straight backwards and hitting his head a resounding thump on the floor. He lay stretched there without moving a muscle after the referee counted him out, and his seconds had to carry him bodily from the ring.

Erne was the favorite with the Eastern contingent, and they crowded around him after the battle and showered their congratulations, which he received modestly. Erne comes far from giving any one the impression that he is a prize-fighter, though when stripped he is a perfectly built athlete. Among those who know him he is a quiet, good-looking, curly haired youth, who might easily be mistaken for a college man. He has little to say, and nothing when it comes to speaking of his own achievements. When he wins a battle the money gained is not spent in drink or on the races. He has no use for these vices and says that if he can find some suitable employment he will retire from the prize-ring and devote his time to something more elevating. He was born in Zurich, Switzerland, twenty-four year ago, but was raised in Buffalo, N. Y., which place he calls his home.

The preliminary event of the evening was to have been a ten-round go between Charles Johnson and Eugene Mulligan, both of this city, in the lightweight class. Both were wild and showed little science. After six rounds Mulligan had enough, and made a weak pretense at being unable to arise after slipping to the floor from a light body blows. He destroyed the illusion, however, by jumping up quickly after the referee had counted him out and walking briskly to his corner. For this little exhibition of cowardice he was loudly hissed as he left the ring, and the crowd showed its further deprecation by yelling "fake," which statement was probably well grounded. Ned Hogan refereed the unsatisfactory bout.

What Erne Said.

A jubilant crowd gathered in Erne's dressing room at the conclusion of the fight and poured congratulations into the ears of the victor. The only mark of battle on his countenance was a red tinge below his right optic, where Hawkins had landed a vicious left in the initial round of the contest. While donning his street attire he said that the Californian was a good ring general and had a punch of a middle-weight.

"After the first round," he added, "I knew I had him. He would never have landed the left that knocked me down had I not been careless. Every one told me about the dangerous left, but I got momentarily careless and he got over my guard. It is a peculiar blow, but I got on to it in the first round and blocked it every time he tried it. The blows on my ribs did not hurt me, as I drew in every time he landed. I was confident that I would catch him before the tenth round, and when the chance came I accepted it and put him out. It was a right on the jaw that did the business. I felt so confident before the 'go' of winning that I told 'Kid' McCoy to place a bet on me to win in ten rounds. It is my intention to stay in California for some time, but I have not made up my mind whether I will take any one on."

It is probable that a match will be made between Erne and Lavigne after the latter's fight with Smith. Manager Groom of the National Club has the match in view and will try to secure it for his club.

Hawkins Was Confident.

Hawkins was depressed over his defeat. On reaching his dressing room he was assisted into his clothes by his seconds and immediately left for a downtown hotel, where he met his wife and received her sympathy. His face bore evidence of his having been in a fight. His nose was swollen, a dark spot wreathed his right eye and his lips were puffed by the rapid lefts of his clever opponent. Dal was loth to talk about the outcome of the battle. He did say, however, that Erne was a top notcher and won on his merits. Hawkins said he was confident that he would win and stated he intended fighting faster after the tenth round. I thought I had him in the first round," he said, "but I caught him too high. I think I had a little the better of him up to the seventh, but in that round he caught me and it was all over.

1896-03-02 Charles Kid McCoy W-KO15 Tommy Ryan [Empire Athletic Club, Maspeth, NY, USA]

1896-03-03 The Brooklyn Daily Eagle (Brooklyn, NY) (page 10)

MC COY'S CLEVER VICTORY.
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HE LOOKED LIKE A BEATEN MAN EARLY IN THE FIGHT.
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Ryan Was Unmercifully Pounded Toward the Close, but Was Game to the Last--A Knockout in the Fifteenth Round at Maspeth.
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Tommy Ryan was defeated at Maspeth in 15 rounds last night by Kid McCoy and the battle will go down in fistic history as one of the most remarkable ever witnessed. To begin with, McCoy, although half a head taller than Ryan, and big in proportion, was uneasy and uncertain of himself from the moment that he clambered through the ropes, while Ryan threw off his wraps with an air of jaunty confidence that provoked an enthusiastic devotee of the sport in the gallery to shout: "What a beautiful cinch he's got."

Ryan's magnificent record made him easily the favorite. Lots of his friends' money went begging at rates varying from 10 to 7 to 2 to 1. And it looked at the start as if the knowing ones had fathomed the whole thing. He simply played with McCoy and when the round ended many of the spectators began to pick up their snow shoes and their overcoats in order to escape the rush of the battle to get out of the building. Then came the sensational point of the encounter.

McCoy began to find his man and he assumed some confidence. A few minutes later he opened Ryan's nose. Then he persisted in jabbing Tommy on the jaw with his long left and every tap that he gave brought the blood, until Ryan was bleeding like a stuck pig and had more trouble in getting rid of the blood that choked him and blinded him that he had in warding McCoy's blows. Ryan was knocked down three times in the fatal fifteenth round and he showed once and for all that he was game to the backbone. It took him fifteen minutes to recover and when he tottered from the ring he would have dropped if the arms of his seconds had not been around him.

All the sports for miles around were at the ringside, including Tom O'Rourke, Sam Fitzpatrick, Arthur Lumley, M. Giubal, Macon McCormick, Maxey More, P. T. Powers, Fred Peffer, Billy Crowley, Martin Dowling and hundreds of others.

Jack Downey of Brooklyn and Larry Burns of Cohoes warmed up the 3,000 spectators in an eight round bout at 125 pounds. Everybody knew Downey and picked him out as a winner, while Burns was an unknown quantity. He had a big, hearty contingent of friends with him though and they rooted while he fought till the building rang again. They began to fight at 9 o'clock sharp. Downey was handled by Tommy Butler, Pete Farrell and Joe Martin, while Burns was looked after by John McTiernan, Tommy Hunt and George Davis. Tim Hurst in his familiar navy blue sweater was the referee, as usual.

In the opening rounds Burns was slow and appeared to be somewhat afraid of Downey. Jack forced the fighting and when the third round opened there were repeated offers of 50 to 40 on his chances. It was in the fifth round that the stranger, smiling and confident, began to assert himself. At close quarters he had all the advantage. Toward the close of the sixth round he might have disposed of the popular Brooklynite, but he was slow and content to wait. Burns forced the fighting after that and the backers of Downey began to quake when he held the gloves over his face to protect himself and made no effort at attack. There were some hot exchanges in the last round. Here again Burns had a beautiful chance for a knockout but he was slow and cautious. When he did attempt to finish the job Downey's clever head averted a catastrophe. The bout ended with hot in fighting in which Downey figured to advantage. He cut open his opponent's left eye. The referee called the bout a draw and everybody applauded the verdict.

The clock pointed to 10 o'clock as Tom Ryan pushed his way into the ring, smiling and confident. He was pioneered by Charley White, Tom Cawley, Kid Lavigne and Sam Fitzpatrick. The cheers that greeted the young fellow, who had claimed the middleweight championship of the world, had scarcely died away when Kid McCoy was seen struggling through the enthusiastic crowd, surrounded by Steve O'Donnell, Maurice Hagstrom and Brooklyn Jimmy Carroll.

Presently the memorable battle began. McCoy appeared to be feverishly anxious to find out what there was in Ryan that had given him his reputation and he tried to hit him on the face. Several of his leads went harmlessly over his head. Once, in ducking, though, the big kid caught Ryan a clip on the jaw and his friends cheered enthusiastically. Then Ryan let himself loose. He smashed McCoy on the face and body with right and left, cleverly kept his head out of the kid's attempted returns and there were frequent clinches, and when the round ended the betting was 100 to 50 on Ryan. There was a slightly different color given to the affair in the next round. McCoy was a trifle more confident and Ryan began to sprint. The kid smashed Tommy viciously over the heart. Then they clinched and McCoy emerged smilingly with the honors of the encounter. Ryan began to fight in the third round. He landed cleverly a couple of times on McCoy's jaw and then he ran round the ring. The kid followed him, and as Tommy tried to duck he gave him a left hand punch on the jaw. Ryan turned upon his man after that. He was nettled at having been caught so easily and in some fierce infighting he had all the better of it. Ryan planted two heavy body blows in the fourth round but had to take two vicious right hand hooks on the jaw in return. Ryan swung his right heavily on the big kid's jaw and McCoy tottered. If the round had lasted half a minute longer Tommy Ryan would to-day be the middle weight champion of the world. McCoy was very weak about the legs. He pushed his gloves weakly in Ryan's face, and, obeying the instructions of his seconds, clung round Ryan's neck as long as he dared. Ryan forced the fighting in the fifth round again and his vicious pokes on the body and his swings on the jaw soon had McCoy staggering and dazed. The kid, however, continued to slip in a pretty left hand upper cut. Ryan sprinted again, but was caught with another clip behind the ear from the force of which he went down. No damage was done, however, and it was still Ryan's fight. The battle was fast and furious in the seventh, with the honors fairly even. McCoy poked his left four times savagely into Ryan's ribs. Ryan looked a bit worried. He feinted and then he flung out his right. It caught the Kid squarely over the heart and twisted him round as if he had been working on a pivot. It seemed again as if another punch would dismiss McCoy, but he was in rare fettle and kept himself as cool as a cucumber. He jabbed Ryan repeatedly on the face with his left, brought the blood freely and finally gave Tommy a punch that knocked him down. The fight was now a guessing match. McCoy surprised every man in the building by his coolness, his cleverness, his swiftness and his terrific hitting powers. It was in the ninth round that Ryan's star began to wane. He sprinted. McCoy ran after him and, catching up on his man, smashed him from behind with his right and left. Ryan then mixed it up hotly and got in several heavy body blows. McCoy flung out his long left repeatedly, jabbed Ryan on the nose, cut it open and closed up an eye. McCoy continued to jab in the next round, the tenth. Ryan was bleeding, profusely cut, lips swollen, eyes swelled, and was a beaten man but he was as game still as a fighting cock. He was a perfect glutton for punishment and he got it. McCoy, just as the round ended, got his man against the ropes. He held Tommy out with his long left arm and brought his right viciously over his helpless opponent's jaw.

The fight still went on, although Ryan was a badly beaten man. McCoy was as quick and as strong as he had been at the beginning. He punched Ryan at will, jabbed him at will on the face and body and again opened up the damaged nose and the abnormally swollen lips. Ryan stood up to his punishment like a man till he was knocked squarely off his feet with a savage right hand uppercut. This was in the twelfth round. Ryan tried to get a few minutes' breathing space in the thirteenth round, but McCoy kept at him and floored him twice. In the next Ryan stepped up to the kid stronger and fresher than in the preceding half dozen rounds and his clever and effective work began to impress his friends with the idea that he still had a fighting chance. But McCoy's pitiless jabs were thrown without cessation into his face.

The end came in the fifteenth round. Ryan was very weak, but still able to run. He did try to sprint out of the way of McCoy's wicked jabs, but the kid followed him up closer and gave him a left hand punch on the jaw, flooring Tommy. The latter struggled to his feet before he had been counted out with the blood streaming from his face. McCoy was waiting for him, and gave him a thump with his right on the jaw that knocked Tommy down again. All this was against the ropes. Ryan staggered to his feet again as Tim Hurst stood over him and, willing as ever, held his hands out blindly as he stumbled to the middle of the ring. There again McCoy was waiting for him with his pitiless right ready. Everybody was glad when he shot it out and brought Ryan down for the third time with a clip in the ear. Ryan had been hopelessly beaten long before and the spectators simply waited to see a satisfactory finish. They got it. When Ryan fell on his back he was senseless and a quarter of an hour passed before he was able to leave the ring with the arms of his seconds around him.


1896-03-03 The New York Herald (New York, NY) (page 10)

ANOTHER CHAMPION KNOCKED OUT.
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This Time "Kid" McCoy Puts "Tommy" Ryan to Sleep in Fifteen Rounds.
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FIERCE AND BRUTAL FIGHT.
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The Syracuse Welter Weight Was Game, but the Astoria Pugilist Cut His Face to Pieces.
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A BIG CROWD AT MASPETH
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Tommy Ryan, of Syracuse, N. Y., the welter weight champion of the world, met his Waterloo last evening at the hands of "Kid" McCoy, of Astoria, L. I., in the arena of the Empire Athletic Club, at Maspeth, L. I., after fifteen rounds of terrific fighting. McCoy's cleverness was a revelation to the spectators, and to none more than Ryan, who in the early part of the fight seemed to think he would win easily.

McCoy gave Ryan a terrific thumping, cutting the champion's face and closing his eye. Ryan fought back pluckily, but the "Kid" had the better of the contest from the start. After being knocked down about a dozen times in the course of the fight Ryan was finally put to sleep, after one minute and fifty-four seconds of fighting, in the fifteenth round.

McCoy had scarcely a mark on him. Ryan's corner was bathed in blood. Before the battle the betting was 2 to 1 on Ryan, with few takers. The house was crowded and until the men began fighting was cold enough to freeze the most hardened sport.

Both Ryan and McCoy looked to be trained to the hour, and each weighed under 154 rounds. Ryan was seconded by "Charley" White, "Kid" Lavigne and "Sam" Fitzpatrick. McCoy's advisers were "Steve" O'Donnell, Maurice Hagerstrom and Jimmy Carroll. McCoy is the taller and has a much longer reach. They were scheduled to battle twenty rounds.

THE FIGHT.

Round 1.--Ryan led off with a left lead for the body, but fell short, and McCoy countered hard on the jaw with the left. After several harmless exchanges, McCoy succeeded in again planting his left hard on Ryan's jaw. The blow excited Ryan's anger, and he made a vicious swing at the Long Islander, but failed to score, and received a stiff right hander upper cut. McCoy showed to very good advantage his cleverness, causing considerable surprise.

Round 2.--McCoy was on the offensive, and chased Ryan around the ring, finally succeeding in landing a left on the shoulder. When they squared off again Ryan rushed, but failed to land, and McCoy promptly smashed him on the jaw with the right. Both then landed left on the body. Ryan followed with a left on the face. The round ended with Ryan on the run.

Round 3.--Both men swung. Then Ryan landed twice with the left on the body, and got a smart left in return. Ryan then rushed McCoy to the ropes, and got home several hot body blows with the right. When the referee separated them McCoy smashed the Syracuse man with the left on the chest and with the right on the neck. He quickly followed this with three left handers on the jaw. As the bell rang McCoy was chasing Ryan around the ring.

HONORS EVEN.

Round 4.--Ryan appeared anxious and willing. He rushed viciously at the Astoria man, trying hard to land a knockout blow, and missed. McCoy said to Ryan, "You wasted that, Tommy," and smiled. The Long Islander was as cool as the ice in Newtown Creek. Ryan tried again to land the right on the jaw, but missed, and got a hard left on the jaw in return. The Syracuse boxer was more successful on his next essay, knocking McCoy to the ropes with a right on the jaw. Honors even.

Round 5.--Ryan appeared slightly distressed. The Syracuse man was nevertheless very aggressive and he immediately forced McCoy in the ropes, but only succeeded in landing his left mildly on the body. In a rally at close quarters McCoy uppercut Ryan hard, and Ryan said. "That was a good one." Mac replied, "Here's a better one," and he smashed Ryan hard on the face with left. In trying to deliver another left McCoy slipped, but was on his feet in an instant. Ryan caught the "Kid" off his guard, and promptly smashed him with the left under the right promptly smashed him with the left under the right eye, raising a big black lump. He repeated this twice and also scored heavily on the jaw with the right. McCoy was very tired when the bell rang.

Round 6.--In a mix up both landed on the jaw. They fiddled about, and then McCoy landed on the jaw twice with the right. Ryan then planted his left on the "Kid's" chest and sprinted away. The "Kid" followed him and landed a hard left on the mouth. McCoy was doing all the fighting. Both were distressed at the end.

FOUGHT TO THE FLOOR.

Round 7.--Ryan was the aggressor and led off with the left for the body and scored lightly. McCoy tried to counter but fell short and received a hard right hander over the heart. Both landed with left on the jaw. Ryan then rushed McCoy to the ropes and the latter slipped. The "Kid" remained down eight seconds. Ryan's body blows appeared to have hurt Mac, for he clinched repeatedly.

Round 8.--McCoy came out of his corner on the run, and scored with the left mildly on the mouth. Ryan countered with the right on the jaw. McCoy then landed four blows on the body, escaping on each occasion without a return. Ryan followed with a vicious rush, landing hard with the right over the heart. The "Kid" retaliated with a right on the jaw, flooring Ryan. The latter, who was very groggy, arose before the ten seconds expired, and immediately clinched. The call of time saved the champion from a knockout.

Round 9.--Ryan was very groggy, while McCoy was fresh and strong. McCoy rushed right at his opponent, hitting him right and left. Ryan tried to land, but could not, and was finally floored with a right on the jaw. The Syracuse man was down nine seconds. When he arose the "Kid" smashed him hard on the jaw. Ryan only scored twice with the right on the body. Ryan was bleeding and groggy when the bell rang.

Round 10.--Ryan's seconds did heroic work for him during the minute's rest, and he toed the mark considerably refreshed. McCoy went right at him and landed his left hard on the jaw. Ryan scored several times on the body, but his blows lacked steam. The "kid" finally cornered the champion and smashed him right and left. The fighting was terrific, McCoy having all the better of it. Ryan's face was bruised and bleeding when the round closed. As they walked to their corners McCoy laughed at Ryan.

RYAN VERY TIRED, BUT GAME.

Round 11.--Ryan was still very weary and tired, while McCoy appeared to be quite fresh. The "Kid" was again the aggressor. He led off with a hard right hand swing on the jaw, and quickly followed it with a terrific left swing on the mouth, again making the blood flow. Ryan made a desperate attempt to land his left, but missed and landed his right on the "Kid's" right eye, closing that member. Ryan was bleeding badly. He took an awful punching in this round.

Round 12.--Ryan came out of his corner weak and bloody. McCoy was chipper and fresh. Ryan led off, landing the left lightly on the body, and receiving a left swing on the jaw for his pains. For a time McCoy knocked his man all around the ring, pounding Ryan unmercifully. The latter got in two blows but they were mild. A moment before the bell rang McCoy again measured Ryan's length on the floor.

Round 13.--Ryan was still in distress, but as plucky as ever. McCoy forced the issue and landed on the jaw with the right and received a left counter on the mouth. McCoy gradually backed Ryan to the ropes, where he up cut him twice with fearful force. Ryan fell twice from weakness. The Syracuse boxer's face presented a revolting appearance. It was covered with blood, and looked like raw beef.

NEAR THE END.

Round 14.--Despite his poor condition, Ryan took the initiative in this round and landed his left on the mouth mildly, receiving a hard right swing in return. Ryan again scored, landing the right over the heart. Just as the bell sounded Ryan landed heavily over the kidneys, with the right and got two hard left swings in the mouth in return.

Round 15.--Ryan made quite a spurt for a moment, but it was a dying man's effort. McCoy feinted Ryan into a terrific left on the jaw. The blow sent Ryan to the floor. He arose after an effort, which must have caused him great pain, only to be knocked down and out. Time of round, 1m. 15s.

FOUGHT TO A DRAW.

The Ryan-McCoy fight was preceded by an encounter between "Jack" Downey, of Brooklyn, and "Larry" Burns, of Cohoes. The bout was announced for eight rounds. On points Downey had the better of it up to the third round. In the fourth round Burns held the other safe, while in the fifth round the Cohoes man knocked the Brooklynite down and almost put him to sleep. Honors were even in the sixth round. Burns was clearly the better in the seventh round, landing four blows to Downey's one. The eighth and last round was comparatively mild, with honors even. The referee declared the contest a draw.


1896-03-03 The New York Times (New York, NY) (page 6)

RYAN KNOCKED OUT.
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"Kid" McCoy Did It in Fifteen Rounds at Maspeth.

The boxing bout between "Tommy" Ryan and "Kid" McCoy attracted a big crowd to the Empire Athletic Club at Maspeth last evening. When the boxers entered the ring there were fully 2,000 persons in the building. "Tim" Hurst was referee, and Frank Freeman timekeeper.

The contestants received quite an ovation when they entered the ring. "Charley" White, "Tommy" Cawley, "Kid" Lavigne, and "Sam" Fitzpatrick looked after Ryan, and "Steve" O'Donnell, Maurice Hagerstron, and "Jimmy" Carroll were in McCoy's corner. Ryan weighed 148 pounds and McCoy 155 pounds.

The contest began at 10 o'clock. Ryan started in well and landed several times on McCoy in the first two rounds. McCoy, however, showed remarkable cleverness, and in the third round landed twice on Ryan. From that round McCoy gradually got the best of the contest. In the fifth and sixth rounds he punished Ryan severely.

Ryan did better in the seventh round, playing for his opponent's "wind," and his body blows told. In the eighth round, McCoy knocked Ryan down, and again in the ninth round Ryan went down. McCoy kept on punishing Ryan, and in the fifteenth round knocked him out.

"Jack" Downey of Brooklyn and "Larry" Burns of Cohoes, boxed eight rounds, and the contest was declared a draw.




1896-03-03 The Sun (New York, NY) (page 4)

CLEVER WIN FOR M'COY.
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THE WESTERN BOXER KNOCKS OUT TOMMY RYAN AT MASPETH.
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Layers of Odds Lose Their Money--The Syracuse Man Holds His Own at First, but Succumbs to Heavy Punishment--Burns and Downey Fight to a Draw.

MASPETH, March 2.--Charles, better known as "Kid" McCoy, the Western middle weight, knocked out Tommy Ryan, who has held the welter-weight championship for some years, in the fifteenth round, at the Empire A. C. to-night. It was one of the biggest surprises in prize ring history, as Ryan was looked upon as a sure winner, and carried the money at odds of 4 to 1.

McCoy was wonderfully clever and a great hitter, and escaped without a mark. Ryan was fearfully punished, and from the eighth round he was staggering around the ring, trying to save himself. McCoy's fighting powers were offset by Ryan's gameness, and the victim didn't lose many friends by his exhibition. When he had been knocked down twice in the fifteenth round he was so weak that when he got to his feet he was unable to stand, and a hard push was sufficient to make him tumble down a third time to be counted out.

McCoy was elated over his victory and was pronounced a wonder by the talent.

It was evident by the jam on the first train leaving Long Island City at 8:50 o'clock that there would be a big crowd at the ring side. The cars were packed, and those sports that came late were forced to endure the icy blasts while hanging on to the railings of the platforms. The second train was also overloaded so that long before the sport was ready to begin all of the choice seats had been snapped up and the bleachers which sloped toward the roof were filled.

The event of the night was a twenty-round contest between Tommy Ryan of Syracuse and Charles "Kid" McCoy. Ryan was well known to the short-haired fraternity, as he has taken part in a number of battles in local clubs. His science and hitting powers were not disputed, and with the "Fancy" he was a general favorite. McCoy, however, was not without supporters. His reputation had made him famous, and his friends expected him to win. It was conceded that while a hard hitter, he was not so skilful with his hands as Ryan, and that his chief strength lay in his ability to land a heavy chance blow. When the sports began to take their rolls out, it was found that the prevailing odds were 4 to 1 on the Syracuse man, with considerable coin placed on the short end.

The preliminary "go" was an eight-round affair, at 126 pounds, between Jack Downey, a local boxer, and Larry Burns of Cohoes. Downey has always been a pretty tough customer, but in Burns it was predicted that he would meet his master, and Larry's adherents claimed that the bout wouldn't last over five rounds. Delegations of enthusiasts from Syracuse and Cohoes were on hand to root for Ryan and Burns, respectively, and they backed their favorites freely.

The little fellows were ready to go on at 9 o'clock. Tim Hurst, as usual, was the referee, Frank Freeman the timer, and Charley Harvey the master of ceremonies. There were about 3,000 spectators present when the men shook hands.

FIRST ROUND.--Downey led, but fell short. He swung a right that was wild and got a left in the mouth. Burns shot his left to the ear and a clinch followed. Downey then landed a left on the head and got a right counter on the neck. They exchanged lefts and Downey landed a good right on the body. Burns ran into a clinch and on the break he swung a right onto the ear, evening up the score.

SECOND ROUND.--Burns led with a left on the breast, which was followed by a rapid exchange of swings at close quarters. Burns got in a heavy left straight on the mouth, and drove his right to the ribs. Jack then came up with two straight lefts in the face and ran away from a heavy right. He also ducked away from a hard swing and laughed.

THIRD ROUND.--Downey landed a left on the face. He rushed, but Burns got away nicely. Jack came on again and received a hot jab in the mouth. Again he rushed, and this time landed his right on the heart. Downey tried a right swing, but it was very wild, and Burns cracked him in the eye with a hot left. This was Downey's round.

FOURTH ROUND.--Downey's lead was well stopped. So was a fierce rush. Downey landed a hard right on the head and got a good left in the mouth. Burns rushed and a fierce exchange of swings followed. Downey got in a corking left on the throat and Burns's left went too high. Burns had Downey on the ropes when the bell rang.

FIFTH ROUND.--Downey's left found the neck. It also landed on the mouth, and Burns sent his right to the heart. They got to close quarters, and Burns had the better of the mix up. Burns cut loose, and with a heavy right on the neck he knocked Downey to the floor. Jack got up and by clinching and hugging stayed out the round.

SIXTH ROUND.--Burns put a right over the heart. They indulged in give-and-take slugging until Downey clinched. Downey swung a right on the neck and got a terrific punch in the ribs that made him grunt. Jack was still in it, however, for he fought back with all the strength in his body. Burns gave him a warm argument and had the round well in hand.

SEVENTH ROUND.--Downey led and landed his left. Burns cut loose, and with some great blows on the head he drove Downey to the ropes. Jack came back in good style and landed his left heavily on the neck. Burns then got into a mix-up, and with a hard right staggered his opponent, who quickly clinched. They got closer, and Burns hammered his man for keeps until the bell rang.

EIGHTH ROUND.--They shook hands in a friendly way. Downey led, and they began slugging right and left. Downey piled his left on the face until a right-hander on the neck made him clinch. Burns's rushes were for the most part stopped by clever ducking. Burns finally landed a heavy right on the neck, and Downey staggered. He recovered in a second and went at it hammer-and-tongs. They were clinched at the bell.

The referee decided the bout a draw, which was satisfactory to the crowd.

Everybody was on tiptoe now for the big battle. The building was so cold that black bottles were at a premium while the sports waited.

Both fighters were well cared for. Ryan was in the hands of Charley White, Tom Cawley, Kid Lavigne, and Sam Fitzpatrick. McCoy's esquires were Steve O'Donnell, Maurice Hagerstrom, and Brooklyn Jimmy Carroll. Ryan said he weighed 148 pounds, and McCoy tipped the beam at 155. Ryan was the first to enter the ring, followed closely by his opponent. They were ready to begin at 10 o'clock.

FIRST ROUND.--Ryan led with a left on the breast, and McCoy put both hands on the head. Ryan rushed, landing his right well on the neck, but McCoy got away cleverly from the blows that followed. McCoy tried for the wind and fell short. They exchanged lefts, and Ryan got in a right on the body. Ryan rushed, and McCoy nailed him on the ear with a great right, forcing him to clinch. It was a beautiful bit of sparring.

SECOND ROUND.--Ryan's left fell short. Tommy avoided a rush in superb style, and the crowd roared with delight. Light sparring was followed by a great right, that landed on Ryan's body. McCoy then landed a straight left on the jaw and swung his right to the ear with great force. Ryan rushed into a left that sent his head back, and then clinched. McCoy's cleverness was a surprise, and he was loudly applauded as he sat down. It was his round.

THIRD ROUND.--Ryan got in a light left on the mouth and ran half way around the ring to avoid the Kid's rush. Tommy came closer then and sent in left and right to the face and neck until the referee had to break the boxers. McCoy drove his right cleanly to the face, and Ryan then mixed it up with honors about even. Ryan avoided two hot rushes most cleverly, and then drove a hard right to the ribs. McCoy sent in a rib-roaster just as the bell rang.

FOURTH ROUND.--Ryan rushed in to a clinch. Then McCoy did the same. Ryan put his right over the heart, and the Kid smashed his man on the ear. Ryan put in both hands on the face and McCoy swung hard for the jaw, but missed. Ryan rushed his man to the ropes and crossed McCoy on the jaw with his right. McCoy's left sent Ryan's head back and drew blood from the lips.

FIFTH ROUND.--Ryan rushed fiercely and McCoy clinched at once. McCoy sent in a right upper cut on the jaw and Tommy's teeth chattered. Ryan put his right over the heart and got a heavy counter on the nose. McCoy then landed a great right on the neck and sent in two terrific swings on the jaw that almost knocked Ryan down. Ryan made up for this with a punch on the jaw that made McCoy see stars. It was a hot fight.

SIXTH ROUND.--Ryan fell down while avoiding a rush. When he got up he sent his left flush into the mouth and received two heavy swings on the head. McCoy jabbed his left into the face, and Ryan came to close quarters. McCoy's blows were so hot, however, that Ryan ran away and was chased around the ring. Ryan tried the wind, but McCoy showed a clever defence and was smiling when he took his corner.

SEVENTH ROUND.--Ryan got in a great body punch and made McCoy wince. Ryan then rushed his man to the ropes and landed left and right on the body. McCoy did not like this and clinched. hard. Ryan rushed with both gloves, landing on the neck, but McCoy sent back his left hard on the mouth. Ryan shot in a left on the jaw and McCoy slipped down. He took a couple of seconds to get up and then clinched. He was not groggy, but far from strong. The body blows were telling.

EIGHTH ROUND.--McCoy's rush was neatly stopped. Then Ryan got in a terrific right on the cheek an inch above the jaw. McCoy sent in his right to the stomach and then rushed, but Ryan ran away. Ryan staggered McCoy with a left on the jaw, but the Kid came back with a heavy one on the mouth which made Tommy see stars. McCoy then caught Ryan on the jaw with a right and knocked him flat. He got up within the limit and the bell saved him.

NINTH ROUND.--McCoy sailed in and landed a tremendous left on the jaw. Ryan came back and got a right in the body, his own left finding the neck. McCoy rushed again and with two fearful rights on the jaw he knocked Ryan down. Tommy got up in eight seconds and fought like a madman. But he got some terrible blows and was groggy when the bell rang.

TENTH ROUND.--Ryan rushed his man to the ropes. McCoy, however, got in a left uppercut on the throat, and banged Ryan all around the ring. Tommy rushed, but McCoy gave him a left under the ear and sent his right across until Ryan was so dazed that he didn't know where he was. McCoy came again, and slugged his opponent until Tommy's face was covered with blood, but Ryan was as game as a pebble.

ELEVENTH ROUND.--McCoy's rush was blocked, but after the break he drove his left straight to the mouth and drew a fresh supply of blood. Ryan worked at the body well and hit McCoy on the head, but the Kid only laughed. Ryan rushed in to two swings, and his face was a sight. McCoy didn't have a mark. Ryan was still strong on his legs and game to the core. He was taking an awful punishing.

TWELFTH ROUND.--McCoy landed a hot right on the ear, cutting it open. Then he drove his left to the neck and stopped Ryan's left. Ryan was desperate, but he was evidently up against it. McCoy slugged him again on the jaw, and the Syracuse man was all but out. McCoy rushed him to the ropes and sent him down with a left hook on the point of the jaw, but Ryan got up and was ready to continue when the bell rang.

THIRTEENTH ROUND.--Ryan ran away when McCoy rushed. Then he landed a good right on the head. He tried it again, and got a right on the head from McCoy that made him real. McCoy also sent in a heavy right over the heart, and Tommy ran away. Ryan stopped a moment and McCoy caught him on the jaw with a right, but still Ryan was on his feet. McCoy rushed once more, and Ryan ran until he slipped to the floor. He was trying to stay the twenty rounds.

FOURTEENTH ROUND.--Ryan's left eye was closed and his mouth was twice its natural size. McCoy opened with a right on the ribs, and then banged the jaw with a left. McCoy drove his left into the stomach at least a half a dozen times, and Ryan could not return the compliment. McCoy came to close quarters, and they exchanged short arm punches on the head. McCoy knocked Ryan against the ropes just as the time was up.

FIFTEENTH ROUND.--McCoy's left found the stomach. Ryan's left fell short. Then he landed it on the neck, but too low. McCoy drove a heavy left to the jaw and right to the eye, and Ryan fell down, almost out. He got up inside of the limit, and McCoy caught him with a right on the jaw and knocked him down again. Ryan got up once more, but was so weak that when he came in contact with McCoy's gloves he fell down for the last time and was counted out.

The referee gave the fight to McCoy amid great cheering.


1896-03-03 The World (New York, NY) (page 10)

M'COY WAS A SURPRISE.
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He Knocked Out Ryan in Fifteen Rounds in the Empire Arena.
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BEATEN MAN THE BETTOR'S CHOICE.
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From the Start the Memphis Boxer Took the Lead, and Several Times the Gong Saved the Syracuse Man.
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DOWNEY AND BURNS FOUGHT A DRAW.
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The Attendance Not Large, but the Crowd Was Furnished with Some Very Lively Work.
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To the profound surprise of all the gentlemen who go down into the wilds of Long Island to see men fight at the Empire Athletic Club, Mr. "Kid" McCoy knocked out Mr. Thomas Ryan last night with great thoroughness, after fifteen fierce rounds.

It was generally believed that Mr. McCoy, who comes from Memphis, Tenn., would prove an interesting mark for Mr. Ryan, and the little betting that went on was 2 to 1 in Ryan's favor.

The Tennessean was a revelation, however, and during the fifteen rounds set a swift pace for his adversary. In the tenth round Ryan was only saved by the gong. He was finally finished by a right and left punch in the jaw.

Ryan was the first to show up. He jumped into the ring at 9.55, accompanied by Charley White, "Kid" Lavigne, Sam Fitzpatrick and Tom Cawley, of Syracuse. McCoy followed thirty seconds afterwards, accompanied by Steve O'Donnell, Maurice Hagerstrom and "Brooklyn" Jimmy Carroll.

The betting was pretty brisk and all in Ryan's favor. Several bets were made at odds of $200 to $100 and $75 to $100. There was plenty of money on both sides, and each seemed to be confident. The men weighed 154 pounds each. They shook hands at 10.05 o'clock.

Round One--Ryan led off with a left tap on the face. After sparring for half a minute, McCoy landed left on face. In a rally McCoy put his right on the face. Ryan rushed McCoy in the latter's corner, and McCoy again got his right to the face.

Round Two--Ryan led off with left very light on body. McCoy sent in a very hot right on body after a lot of fiddling and then landed right and left on face. McCoy followed up with his right on neck and left on face. Ryan sent his right to the body, and McCoy was chasing him round the ring when the gong stopped the race.

Round Three--Ryan put his left on body. In a hot rally Ryan got in right and left on McCoy's face, putting him to the ropes. McCoy put his right on the body and left on the face. Infighting followed, but no damage was done. McCoy chased Ryan twice around the ring and landed three times with right on back of Ryan's head. He then put a stiff one on the body, and at the end of round Ryan got his right in on wind.

Round Four--Ryan led right on body. McCoy countered with right on face. Ryan landed right on body and McCoy crossed right on side of head. McCoy landed right on body; both countered on body and face. Ryan led left for body and McCoy countered left on neck.

Round Five--At the opening both rushed matters, landing rights and lefts on body and face. Ryan sent his left to the wind and McCoy sent his right back on body. McCoy landed left on face and right on body. Ryan swung right for head but McCoy ducked cleverly. Ryan landed right on body. Ryan ran around the ring, with McCoy hitting him with right and left until Ryan fell. They were in a hot rally when time was called.

Round Six--Ryan began by running around, and fell down. McCoy fell on top of him. Ryan led left for body, and fell short. McCoy put left on neck; then he landed right and left on face, and the crowd cheered. Ryan rushed at McCoy, who met him with a left-hand jab in the neck. Ryan then ran into a straight left, on the face, and the bell ended the round.

Round Seven--In a rally, both landed rights and lefts on body. Ryan once more pushed his face into McCoy's left-hand jabs. McCoy hit him twice more on the face with the left. Ryan landed right and left on body. McCoy slipped to one knee and took his time in getting up. The men were clinched when the gong sounded.

Round Eight--Ryan led left on face, and McCoy sent a good left back on the same place. McCoy put in four straight lefts on Ryan's body. Ryan got his right on the wind. McCoy got his right and left to the neck in a mix up and then sent his left on the jaw. McCoy sent his left hard to the chin and Ryan went to his knees. He took his full time in getting up and gong sounded after he got up. The crowd cheered loudly for McCoy.

Round Nine--Ryan rushed and McCoy hit him flush on the face twice. McCoy landed right and left on face and fought Ryan all over the ring. Ryan fell from the effects of a right hand blow on the head. McCoy rushed and tried to land a knock-out. McCoy punched Ryan right and left on face and body and had him bleeding from the mouth and ear at the end of the round.

Round Ten--McCoy began by jabbing his left twice in the face and then punched Ryan right and left on face and neck. Ryan then received some fearful blows right and left on the face and jaw. It looked as if McCoy would put Ryan out with a right and left hand smash, but the gong still found Ryan on his feet.

Round Eleven--McCoy kept up his right and left hand jabs. Ryan's face was puffed up and his mouth was bleeding profusely. McCoy was as clean as when he began, and there was not a mark on his face or body. Ryan managed to get in a right on the neck, but McCoy had it all his own way.

Round Twelve--McCoy led off with right and left on head and then sent his left twice very quickly on the neck and his right on face. Right and left hand swings from McCoy on Ryan's face made the Syracuse man groggy. McCoy knocked him down with a right-hand upper-cut. Ryan stayed down nine seconds. He hugged McCoy until the end of the round.

Round Thirteen--McCoy landed a right-hand upper-cut on neck and put his left on side of head. McCoy kept chasing Ryan around the ring and hit him on the head and neck repeatedly. McCoy was still without a scratch.

Round Fourteen--Ryan landed left on body and McCoy did the same. McCoy jabbed his left twice on body and right on jaw. Ryan ran away once more, but McCoy cornered him. McCoy sent his left twice to the wind and right and left on neck twice over.

Round Fifteen--McCoy jabbed his left three times on the wind and swung his right on head, and after this it was all over. He landed a left on the jaw, and Ryan went down at the ropes. He got up as the referee counted ten, but it was his last attempt, as McCoy sent right and left on face and jaw, putting him down and out. He tried to get up, but he was done for, and the referee counted him out.

Ryan was carried back to his corner in a badly battered condition and had to be helped out of the ring.

Referee Hurst declared McCoy the winner. Time of last round, 1 minute 54 seconds. McCoy, when he returned to his dressing-room, did not show a mark on any part of his body.

Sporting men as a rule will brave all sorts of discomforts and dangers to see a good fight. There was almost a blizzard on Long Island last night, but even this circumstance did not seriously interfere with the attendance. The Syracuse men were Ryan badges, while the Troy delegation had on strips of blue ribbon, upon which the words "True Blue is Larry Burns" were printed.

Larry Burns's opponent in the first bout, Jack Downey, of Brooklyn, appeared to have few admirers. The boxers were very polite to each other. Burns by accident drove his elbow into the other fellow's eye during the first round. It was not until the third round that the young men warmed up. This was most natural, since it was exceedingly cold in the arena. Downey had an advantage up to the beginning of the fifth round, when Burns was instructed to cut loose. Politeness gave way to slugging, and Referee Tim Hurst had a hard job keeping the boxers apart. Burns scored one clean knockdown and was otherwise rude. Downey was full of fight in the sixth round, and he made a good impression. Burns did some effective work with his right hand in the seventh round. He might have left the other one at home for all the damage it did.

There was plenty of excitement during the concluding round, the eighth, and the contest was declared a draw. The up-the-State celebrity was rather fortunate, everything considered, for Downey did nearly all of the leading and certainly had a shade the better of the affair.

1906-03-01 Sam Langford W-KO15 Larry Temple [Lincoln Athletic Club, Chelsea, MA, USA]

1906-03-02 The Evening Times (Pawtucket, RI) (page 2)
1906-03-02 The Boston Journal (Boston, MA) (page 9) (same report)

LANGFORD PUTS TEMPLE AWAY IN 15TH ROUND
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Sam Langford knocked out his bitter rival, Larry Temple, in the 15th and last round of their contest at the Lincoln Club, Chelsea, last night, defeat staring Temple out of countenance with 40 seconds to go. This was their third battle, the other two having been fought at Marlboro last year, one resulting in a draw and the other in a victory for Temple.

This time Langford more than turned the tables, for he gave Larry a very decisive drubbing. Temple was in bad shape before the contest, suffering from a heavy and severe cold. His manager, Reddy Jimmy Mason, wanted him to stall and not fight hard, but Larry insisted that he would do his best.

It was Langford all the way and all the time after the second round. Sam never fought better. His left hand lead was very strong, accurate and powerful, and his right smash to the jaw worked disastrously on Larry's face. But his most effective punch was a bang to the kidneys when they came to close quarters.

It was a fine exhibition of short range fighting. Langford was all to the good and the merry at this style and had it on Larry on every occasion. The loop-the-loop punch was worked, but, of course, it did little or no damage, but there was sharp, quick uppercuts and half-arm jolts which made Larry wince. Langford drove home many a good left hand smash to the pit of the abdomen.

The fight was more or less of a dreamy affair through the 14th round. Both principals were active enough, but while Langford had a good lead, yet there was no real great advantage. In the last round Temple went out and took a chance at slugging, but got more than he bargained for. He was hammered down three times and finally again, to go over on his back while Maffett Flaherty declared Laughing Ho! Ho! Sam the winner much to his delight and to the joy of his chief second, and the discomfiture of Jerry Callahan who had another loser.

There was a very small crowd present, proving that two colored boxers as a main card will not draw in Chelsea. Temple got a good beating and was in a state of collapse for some minutes after the contest. Langford got the decision, but that's about all, as it is whispered that he will not indulge in more than a dozen champagne suppers right off the reel.

Two bouts in the 115-pound competition were held. In the first Bobby Burne defeated J. Cunningham in one round. An extra round was needed in the second and John Shea won from Mike Wall.

The preliminary between Gus Ross and Dick McDonald went to McDonald, but how the decision was ever reached is beyond comprehension. Ross was the aggressor and in four of the six rounds punched McDonald from post to post and back again and around and about. McDonald made a good rally in the last round, but not nearly big enough to even obtain a draw. The decision was handed out as a joke, but it was a poor joke to give Ross, who has good points, such discouraging treatment.


1906-03-02 The Evening World (New York, NY) (page 14)

LANGFORD STOPS LARRY TEMPLE
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BOSTON, March 2.--Sam Langford knocked out Larry Temple in the fifteenth and last round of their fight at the Lincoln A. C. last night. It was Langford's fight in nearly every round, and the wonder was the amount of pummeling Temple stood up under. Temple showed good in the sixth and seventh rounds, but that was the limit of his aggressiveness.

After the tenth Temple was in a bad way, but he was game to the core. Langford went after a knockout when the fifteenth opened and rained a perfect volley of right and left punches, with an occasional swing, until he hit the right spot, just forty seconds before the end of the last round.


1906-03-02 The Pittsburg Press (Pittsburgh, PA) (page 22)

LARRY TEMPLE KNOCKED OUT
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Sam Langford Won a Fierce Fight in the Fifteenth Round
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Boston, March 2. -- Larry Temple, of Pittsburg, had all the worst of his 15-round bout with Sam Langford at the Lincoln A. C. last night, and was knocked out in the last round. He started with an evident determination to make good, but was no match for Langford, and the only rounds in which he showed up well were the sixth and seventh, in which he went at Langford with a series of lively rushes. Langford was inside them all through, and his jabs and crosses were too much for the Pittsburg man. In the eleventh Langford went down with a snappy right cross to the jaw by Temple.

In the fifteenth Temple went in for a rally and started to mix things up. He get in a few on Langford, but the latter quickly evened up by sending him to the floor. Temple again went down, but come up with a rush, only to get a right to the jaw that sent him down again for the full count. He got up and started to go at it again, but Referee Flaherty sent him to his corner, announcing it was a knockout.



1906-03-17 The National Police Gazette (New York, NY) (page 7)

TEMPLE KNOCKED OUT.
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Driving his opponent to the mat five times in a fifteen-round bout, and sending him into dreamland in the last minute of the final round, Sam Langford disposed of Larry Temple at Chelsea, Mass., on March 1.

Temple was a 10 to 8 favorite, but after the first round it was apparent to the crowd that Langford had improved wonderfully in his guarding, sidestepping and walloping, and barring accidents, he looked a certain winner.

Temple received a bad beating throughout the bout, but the whirlwind tactics and heavy hitting of both fighters served to keep the crowd on edge. In the fifteenth round, though badly tired, Temple started to mix things up with the Bostonian, and the result was that Langford handed him a swift wallop on the jaw forty seconds before the call of time. Temple took the count and many seconds besides before arising from the mat.

1889-02-28 Kid Lavigne D-PTS77 George Siddons [Putnam’s Hotel, near Saginaw, MI, USA]

1889-03-01 The Bay City Times (Bay City, MI) (page 4)

EIGHTY ROUNDS.
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And Still the Fight was Declared a Draw.

Twenty days ago a match for a fight to a finish with two-ounce gloves was arranged to take place between George Siddons, of Grand Rapids, champion light-weight of the northwest, and George Lavine, of East Saginaw, for the championship, $100 a side, and gate receipts.

The match took place last night in a dance hall four miles from Saginaw City. At 11:12 the men were called to time, a ring having been arranged in the hall. Both of the contestants were stripped to the waist and were in prime condition. Siddons weighs about 130 and Lavine 128.

John Connolly, of East Saginaw, was chosen referee, Groves and Carson time-keepers.

Eighty rounds were fought, whereupon the match was declared a draw.


1889-03-01 The Saginaw Evening News (Saginaw, MI) (page 7)

SEVENTY-SEVEN ROUNDS.
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THE LONGEST FIGHT ON RECORD IN MICHIGAN.
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The Siddons-Lavine Fight This Morning Declared a Draw After Battling Over Five Hours--Large Attendance--Everybody Satisfied With the Decision.

The long talked-of battle between Geo. Siddons, champion feather-weight of the Northwest, and Geo. Lavine, champion feather-weight of the Valley, for $100 aside and 75 per cent. of the gate receipts, is over, and one of the longest battles ever fought in Michigan is down on record. Last night shortly after 8 o'clock there seemed to be a demand for hacks and rigs and although they filled readily with the masculine gender, no one could definitely tell what was the cause of the sudden desire for midnight rides and the destination was uncertain. The knowing ones, however, said the tip is "Putnam's," and those that invested a $3 bill for an admission ticket seemed satisfied with the information, and after leaving the heart of the city instructed their drivers to head for the Gratiot State Road, for Putnam's hotel, about five miles from the city, just across the Tittabawassee River. Load after load was deposited there, including sporting-men from Grand Rapids, Detroit, Flint, Bay City, Saginaw City and several other places. The men, on arriving, adjourned to an upper floor of the hotel, used for dancing, where a ring was pitched in the center.

Of the contestants, Geo. Siddons has a great reputation as a ring-fighter, having met the "Belfast Spider," Weir, in an eight-round draw. He has had many "difficulties" in the squared circle, meeting the best men in his class and always with a creditable showing. He had a draw with Tommy Warren, bested John Connors and been in the ring with Tom Miller, Harry Jones, Billy Rhodes, Ed. Hurley, Tommy Burke and a host of others. Siddons is about five feet five inches in height, and his standard weight is around 120 pounds, so that he does not need much training down to his class, and is one of the quickest prepared bantams for the ring in this country. He is about 20 years of age and was sailing in the navy up to within four years ago when he took to sparring, and as his work was clean-cut he soon found backers who put him in the professional arena about two years ago, and since then he has worked his way up to the foremost ranks among the bantams of this country. He was born in Philadelphia.

Geo. Lavine, of this city, is nearly 20 years of age, a cooper by trade, is almost an amateur. He has been in numerous sparring matches and has never been defeated. He met "Pikie" Johnson, a noted bantam, who it was supposed would put an end to him in five rounds, but at the end of eight it was declared a draw, with a slight shade in favor of Lavine. He also bested Pat Connors in a five round engagement. George is about five feet four inches in height and his regular weight is about 125 pounds.

About 300 people had arrived on the scene by 10 o'clock, but it was 11:15 before either of the principals made their appearance. Lavine was first to enter the circle, followed by Harry Gilmore, his second, and Billy Lavine. Ed. Hurley came next with a set of two-ounce gloves, which he dropped in the center, and Siddons then appeared and he and Hurley and Ed. White immediately took the northeast corner of the ring. It was then announced that the spectators were to choose a referee, and John Connelly was agreed upon. A man named Carson acted as timekeeper for Lavine and Fred Groves filled that capacity for Siddons.

No announcement was made, but the principals took off their overcoats and it was noticed Siddons wore blue tights, white belt, low ring shoes, and was just a trifle tallest, while Lavine wore maroon tights and the regulation high ring shoes. The latter is more stocky built and looked a trifle heaviest when they shook hands.

When time was called the men opened up with cautious sparring and a minute passed before a pass was made. Siddons made a feint and by a quick recovery sent in his left full on Lavine's neck. It was followed by an exchange of blows, both getting in their left. Some more cautious sparring followed, when Siddons got his left on Lavine's mouth, slightly drawing blood. First blood was claimed by Siddons and allowed. This closed the round.

It was conceded by almost everybody that Siddons would win, the only difference in opinion was the length of time, a majority thinking ten rounds would see the end, since Siddons' work in the first round. In it Siddons displayed some wonderful science in ducking, and Lavine made some nice counters. During the next five rounds honors were easy, no one having the advantage. Clinching Siddons was almost floored in the break-away and Hurley tried to claim a foul on it, but was not allowed.

Lavine wore a determined look and Siddons was smiling when the seventh round was called. After dancing around a minute, Siddons got in his left on Lavine's left eye and got away by ducking a heavy hit from Lavine's left. Both made nice counters and Lavine reached Siddons' neck at the close of the round, which raised a lump like a small-sized egg.

The next three rounds were principally put in with cautious sparring, and Siddons' lump on the back of his neck had disappeared when the eleventh round was called. It was then evident that Siddons had to do something more than heretofore, as Lavine showed up as well as he did. He made a pass and fell short, and in return he got one on his chest and one on the neck for his folly. After feinting once Siddons scored a hit on Lavine's left eye which made that optic assume rather larger proportions. A clinch closed the round.

The men appeared fresh at each call of time and the audience soon saw that Siddons had his hands full to best Lavine. Siddons had the most science, but he lacked the strength to hold an advantage after he had it. Lavine, doing the heaviest hitting, would cause the champion of the Northwest to keep on guessing in getting out of Lavine's way. Round after round rolled off in this way, the men showing no punishment, with the exception of Lavine's left eye which was closing slowly. Siddons paid all his attention to this and hoped to finish his man after his eyes were shut. Occasionally a round would terminate without a pass being made.

The fifty-first round was opened with some sharp infighting followed by a clinch, and in breaking Siddons got his right again on Lavine's eye. He led again, which was nicely stopped, and in getting away Lavine just reached him lightly, Siddons slipping received two blows on the back of the head before he recovered. When he did he found Lavine's left eye, and the round closed.

Honors were easy until the sixty-fourth round, when Gilmore said "Now do some fighting and give the people the worth of their money." Everybody was getting tired and it looked as though the two could fight sixty-four more rounds. The next ten rounds were the best of the mill, and it was no man's battle; sometimes one and then the other would have a slight advantage. The next two rounds were simply walk-arounds, not a heavy blow being struck.

Murmurs of make it a draw were heard at the conclusion of the 76th and White was talking to Gilmore over some matter when time was called for the 77th round. An equal exchange and a rib-roaster to Lavine's credit was all that was done in the round with the exception of each making two nice stops. It was then announced at 4:30 a. m. that the men were willing to call it a draw, providing the audience were satisfied. All said "make it a draw, we've had our money's worth," and the referee so declared. Siddons immediately shook hands with Lavine and both smiled at the outcome. Thus ended the longest battle ever fought in the State of Michigan--seventy-seven rounds and over five hours of fighting.

Everybody that could reach the principals shook hands with them and then there was a hasty scramble into the vehicles and in a few minutes the place was again deserted.

1904-02-27 Abe Attell ND6 Young Erne [National Athletic Club, Philadelphia, PA, USA]

1904-02-28 The Philadelphia Inquirer (Philadelphia, PA) (page 14)

ABE ATTEL GIVEN SLASHING FIGHT
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Young Erne Put Up a Great Bout With the Featherweight Champion
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Monster Crowd Turns Out at the A. C. and Sees Some of the Finest Milling Ever
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Young Erne gave Abe Attel, the champion featherweight of the world, a grand fight in the wind-up of the all-star show last night at the National Athletic Club. It was a corking good bout, as were all the others on the program. Attel displayed the generalship, and while the local boy was always after him the 'Frisco lad had rather the better of the going, landing in the last three rounds both rights and lefts to body and face.

It was a great crowd that gathered to see a great lot of fighters. All who journeyed to the hall could not be accommodated, and about as many persons were turned away as were admitted to the hall.

The festivities began with a bout between Kid McLaughlin, of this city, and Kid Murphy, the 105-pound champion of New York. It was the tamest fight of the night. McLaughlin would have been entitled to the decision.

The bout between Johnny Allen and Kid Henning, of Washington, was a fast and furious one. At the end of the third round Murphy quit, claiming that he was sick.

Phil Logan was outclassed by Chester Goodwin, of Boston, in every way. The visitor had height, weight and reach. In the fourth round Logan's seconds threw up the sponge.

Had Hughey Murphy, who has fought two battles with Young Corbett, been in better condition, there is no telling what he might have done to Billy Willis. As it was, Willis had none the better of the bout that went the limit.

The bout between Jimmy Briggs and Jack O'Neil was a No. 1, viewed from every angle. There was lots of action. If there was any choice it would have been in favor of Briggs, who finished in rather better condition than did O'Neil.


1904-02-28 The Philadelphia Record (Philadelphia, PA) (page 16)

STAR BOUTS AT NATIONAL
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Abe Attel Bested in Contest With Young Erne.
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JIM BRIGGS MEETS A TARTAR
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Jack O'Neill Giving Bostonian All He Could Attend to--Willis Almost Put Out Hughey Murphy. Henning Quits.
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Jimmy Briggs, of Boston, stacked up against a Tartar in Jack O'Neill, and for five rounds the Bostonian had a little more than he could readily attend to. His well known aggressiveness availed him little, as Jack invariably met him with a stiff left-hand jab in the mouth that sent Jimmy's head back. Briggs did his best work in the clinches, getting in short right-hand uppercuts to O'Neill's chin. In the sixth round Briggs kept Jack on the run, and got in several heavy punches that weakened O'Neill, and Briggs was the strongest at the finish.

In a terrific contest Chester Goodman, of Boston, proved to be too much for Phil Logan, and the referee stopped the bout in the fourth round to save the local boy from an almost certain knockout. Logan gave a great display of grit and gameness and took his medicine like a Trojan. Two knock-downs in the first round seemed to take the heart out of Phil. Logan, instead of taking the full count got up each time before the count of six. He had not fully recovered from the effects of the blows and only managed to last the round by hugging. In the second round Logan got Goodwin on the rope and smashed right and left on the face and started the claret running from Chester's nose. Logan had the advantage at the end of the round.

Goodwin gave Logan an awful beating in the third round, knocking the local boy down four times, and had him in an almost helpless condition when the bell rang. In the fourth round, after boxing for about two minutes, the referee, seeing that Phil had no chance to win, stopped the contest.

Billy Willis came within an ace of knocking out Hughey Murphy, of New York shortly before the end of the fifth round, with a short right-hand punch on the point of the jaw. It looked as though it was all up with the New Yorker, as he laid on his back and never moved a muscle. Just as the referee was about to count the final ten he jumped to his feet. Willis was after him right and left, but by hugging the visitor managed to stay the rounds. The milling was very fast in the last round, with the local boy doing the better work. For straight, stand-up and hard hitting the bout would be hard to beat. The boys hardly took a breathing spell while in the ring, being in action all the time, and it was only a question as to who would land the deciding punch. Although Willis had the better of the contest he had bellows to mend at the end of the sixth round.

Kid Murphy, of New York, and Kid McLaughlin were the first pair to try conclusions, and the New Yorker had something on the local boy in every round except the fifth. At the end of the sixth round it was found that McLaughlin injured one of his hands during the bout.

Johnny Allen and Kid Henning, of Washington, were to have boxed six rounds, but after being knocked down and getting a good beating Henning quit at the end of the third round. Henning said that he was sick and could not do himself justice, and did not care to have a knockout registered against him.

1904-02-26 Joe Walcott ND6 Black Bill [Lenox Athletic Club, Philadelphia, PA, USA]

1904-02-27 The Philadelphia Inquirer (Philadelphia, PA) (page 10)

OLD BLACK JOE SHADES DARK WILL
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Barbados Demon Cuts Loose at the Right Time, But Fails to Stop His Man
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Merchantville's Husky Youth Comes Up Strong in the Sixth and Shows Commendable Aggressiveness
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Though Joe Walcott demonstrated that he was Black Bill's master in the wind-up at the Lenox Athletic Club last night, he was kept moving from start to finish by the Merchantville Black. Bill seemed to lack confidence in the first round, and Walcott himself, evidently understanding that Bill has got a dangerous punch, did not extend himself until toward the close of the round. Beginning with the second round, however, there were lots doing. Bill began with a straight left to the jaw and followed that up with a hard right on the body. This seemed to anger Walcott, who cut loose with a pair of swinging lefts into Bill's wind. These punches hurt Bill, who rushed Walcott to the ropes.

The third was the hottest round of the melee. Walcott made a fierce swing at Bill, who in his efforts to duck away from it over-balanced himself and went to the floor. Walcott followed this up with four left-handed swings on the side of the jaw and for a bit Bill looked wobbly. He came back in good style, though, and in one of the clinches rushed Walcott to the ropes and incidentally compelled Referee Rocap to perform a feat in ground tumbling. The fourth and fifth rounds were quieter, but in the sixth there was plenty of action. Bill started in aggressively and landed twice on the face with his left--feats which evoked the applause of the crowd. Walcott got back with his left to Bill's wind. Both got in straight jabs on the chops. Walcott swung his hard right to the body and a general interchange of punches followed. They were mixing it up at a very rapid gait when the bell sounded.

The opening bout, between Eddie Burke and Martin Williams was stopped by Referee Rocap in the fifth round. Williams was game, but was outclassed by Burke. Young Fitzsimmons, of Pittsburg, stopped Jack Murphy in the fifth round. Eddie McAvoy outpointed Johnny Murphy in a fast six-round bout. Young Pierce and Kid Johnson went six rounds at a very rapid clip to a draw.


1904-02-27 The Philadelphia Record (Philadelphia, PA) (page 9)

WALCOTT AND BLACK BILL
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Box Six-Round Draw at the Lenox Athletic Club.
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BOUT WAS FAST AND HARD ONE
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Boston Black Had the Jerseyman Holding Tight in Last Round. Bill Did Some Good Left-Hand Work.
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The bout between Joe Walcott and Black Bill, of Merchantville, N. J., at the Lenox Athletic Club, went the full six rounds, and a draw would be a fair decision to both men. A count of the clean blows landed would probably favor the Jersey boxer, but Walcott's blows were the more effective, and at times they were so hard that Bill was so affectionate in holding on and hugging the Black Demon that the referee had to coax him to let go. Black Bill was knocked down once, while Walcott was never off his feet in any of the rounds. Bill used his long left arm to advantage, and he kept Walcott off by hard jabs to the face. Walcott tried to hook Bill on the jaw, and he got there several times, but he did not have steam enough in the blows to more than rock Bill's head a bit. It was Walcott's stomach and body punches which hurt Bill, and Joe made the big fellow wince several times when he ripped one to the Jerseyman's bread basket.

When they stood up Bill looked much taller and appeared to be about twenty pounds heavier than the Boston fellow. He also had a much longer reach than Walcott, but he threw away much of his natural advantage by assuming a crouching position, which brought him down almost to Walcott's height.

Bill started the ball rolling with a light jab to Joe's face. Walcott went to him with a rush and landed a hard body blow. Bill got one to the Demon's stomach and followed to the face. Both were left-hand blows. Joe landed a right to the ribs and a left to the face. Bill tried a rush, but did not get anything. Joe got in two blows and followed with another. Bill got a left to the face and missed a right-hand swing. Walcott pasted Bill on the nose just as the bell rang.

Joe started jabbing in the second and tried to follow it up with a right, but could not get to the proper place. Bill landed some hard jabs, but Joe only laughed. Walcott got to Bill's stomach with a punch which made him wince. He got in another one on the ribs and had Bill on the run. A fierce mix-up on the ropes followed, in which Referee Rocap got twisted up with the boxers. It was in Walcott's favor. Bill steadied himself and got in two hard left-hand facers.

The third round was on the tabasco order, and it was a whole fight in itself. Walcott landed a stiff one and Bill, in stepping back, went to his haunches on the floor. A punch on the jaw put Bill to his knees, and he was up again in a second, when Joe rushed him to the other side of the ring and smashed him on the jaw. The big fellow went down in a heap. The referee started to count, but Bill did not wait till he finished it. It looked bad for Bill, and Joe's face was one big grin.

The fourth round was pretty hot at the start, but both eased up a bit in their speed at times. Walcott tried several times to get a hook to Bill's jaw, but, although he landed, he could not get in one hard enough.

The fifth opened up with both men doing considerable fiddling. Finally Bill sent a hard jab straight to Walcott's face. Walcott got in several telling body punches. In this round there was a hot rally, which brought the spectators to their feet. Bill began to get very loving toward Joe, and when he got a chance to hug the little black fellow he did not want to leave go. Walcott began to smash him about the body, and Bill said if he did not stop he would tell Mr. Rocap, and then Joe laughed and smashed him a hard one on the side of the head.

Bill started the sixth with three hard punches to Walcott's ugly mug without a return. Joe, however, seemed to want to tell the big fellow something, and in spite of Bill's stinging punches in the face he would not keep back. Then Walcott got a few rib roasters to the Merchantville man's stomach and ribs and Bill was anything but pleased. He hung on for dear life and Joe had to wrestle to get loose. Walcott had Bill on the defensive when the bell rang.

The preliminary contests were hotly contested and every bout produced very fast milling. The referee stopped the bout between Eddie Burke and Martin Williams in the fifth round to save the latter from further punishment. Young Fitzsimmons, of Pittsburg, stopped Jack Murphy in the fifth round; Eddie McAvoy bested Johnny Murray in a fast six-round bout; McAvoy knocked Murray down in the third and sixth rounds, while Young Pierce and Kid Johnson boxed six very fast rounds with honors about even.

1902-02-25 Tommy Ryan W-KO8 Tim Draffin Murphy [Strope’s hall, Kansas City, MO, USA]

1902-02-26 The Kansas City Star (Kansas City, MO) (page 3)

RYAN WON IN EIGHT ROUNDS
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"AUSTRALIAN TIM" MURPHY ONLY A PUNCHING BAG FOR TOMMY.
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A Big Crowd of Sports Saw the Bout at Strope's Hall, and Murphy's Stamina Made a Hit With Them--General Sporting News.
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Tommy Ryan, Kansas City's claimant for the middleweight championship of the world, knocked out Australian Tim Murphy in the eighth round of what was to have been a ten-round bout at Strope's hall last night, before a goodly crowd of patrons of boxing. The audience included business and professional men and the best of order was observed throughout. It was a thoroughly good natured crowd of followers of fistiana and the bout generally was satisfactory.

The Australian's principal quality was his ability to stand punishment, but he was clearly outclassed and was simply a punching bag for the fast and clever local fighter. Ryan punched him all over the ring when he assumed the aggressive, forcing Murphy to break ground continually and resort to clinching and holding to save himself.

Murphy had the best of height, reach and weight, but with all these natural advantages he never had a look in, and Ryan could have put him out handily inside of four rounds had he cared to rush the Australian to close quarters and try for a knockout. He ripped Murphy in the slats, around the solar plexus spot and under the heart whenever he pleased and Murphy's body must be a very sore one today. Then occasionally Ryan would land a vicious short hook alongside Murphy's jaw or neck and the Australian's head would go back or he would stagger away towards the ropes.

This continual battering took the steam out of the visitor, but he was game to the core and took his medicine. He knew he was up against it, but he never once refused to toe the scratch, and while he might possibly have arisen before Referee Perry called off the fatal ten he was a thoroughly beaten man, and was in such a defenseless condition that every real lover of the sport would have been satisfied had his seconds thrown up the sponge in the seventh round.

At the close of that round he was all but out, the gong alone saving him from the count, as Ryan had floored him eight seconds before the end of the round. He revived somewhat, but Ryan went after him in earnest in the eighth, and with such telling effect that Murphy went down in a neutral corner from a left hook to the jaw that put him entirely out of the running after thirty-five seconds of fast milling by Ryan.

Ryan has had several easy bouts lately, but when he runs up against Rube Ferns in their coming battle about a month hence he will at least find a fighter who can hit hard enough should he be able to find the shifty Ryan to put him off watch, and should Tommy win from Ferns and later on take on Jack Root, he would meet a man who would give him a harder battle than he has had for many months. The only objection to Root is that Ryan would be giving away a ton of weight to Jack, and he is too shrewd a matchmaker to battle with Root unless the financial conditions should be very enticing and a satisfactory weight limit agreed on.

THE FIGHT BY ROUNDS.

Round 1--There was little fighting in this round, both fighters resorting to the feeling out game. They fiddled for a minute before either tried to land. Finally Ryan landed a right light on the body and they clinched. Murphy sent in a few light body blows. After the break Ryan landed a right in the wind and then put in a right and left on the wind as they clinched. Murphy again pumped in a few body blows in the clinch but they were not damaging. The Australian tried a right for the jaw in the clinch but it went around Tommy's neck. There was much clinching and wrestling, but little fighting in this round.

Round 2--Ryan went out with a rush and Murphy began breaking ground rapidly. Tommy sent a light left to the body and catching the Australian in a corner they mixed up fast. Ryan sent a left to the wind and a right to the head and a right to the body was followed up with two lefts in the face. Ryan pumped two lefts in the wind and sent a left to the head. Murphy worked in a left to the face and Ryan gave him back the same medicine. This blow put the Australian in queer street for a moment but he soon recovered. Murphy went to the floor from a hard left in the stomach but was up without delay. In a clinch Murphy put a right over the heart but Ryan gave him a left in the face and another in the wind which caused him to grunt and break ground. Murphy made practically no effort to fight in this round and Ryan had him bellowing and blowing after each pass at him.

Round 3--This one was tame. Murphy broke ground continuously. Cornered, he landed a light left on the head but got a right on the side of the face in return. Ryan sent two lefts to the face and another to the wind and Murphy jabbed his right into Tommy's face. Ryan landed a left in the face and as the gong sounded he put a hard left in the wind.

Round 4--Murphy continued to break ground. Ryan sent a left to the wind and the Australian fairly raced to keep out of his way. Ryan sent a right and left to the face and put another left to the face. Murphy came back with a good right straight arm punch in the face, but Tommy gave him a left on the jaw and two lefts in the wind in return. They exchanged lefts to the face and Murphy was sprinting when the round ended.

Round 5--Ryan went out after him in cyclone fashion. After a clinch Tommy whipped a right over on the jaw and then sent another right to the body and Tommy missed a right swing and fell sprawling on the canvas. Murphy became a little more inclined to mix it and sent in a couple of body blows. Ryan kept after him and put him on the ropes with a rain of punches in the wind and on the head. Murphy ducked two vicious rights but ran into a left uppercut which caused him to wobble. He clinched and held on at every mixup, but Tommy finally threw him off. Murphy to the face but for this Ryan made a punching bag of him and had him down under two or three swings to the head.

Round 6--Murphy resorted to clinching and holding on again. Ryan sent two lefts to the face and Murphy missed a left swing. They exchanged lefts to the face and Ryan sent a light left to the face and a right to the wind. Tommy got in two more rights on the jaw and Murphy was clinching and holding to save himself when the gong sounded.

Round 7--Ryan went in to finish him and came near doing the trick, the gong being all that saved him. Murphy got in a light left to the face and in a mixup Ryan slipped and fell. He came up smiling and cut loose at a terrific pace. He sent a right to the body and Murphy punched him a few in the clinch. Tom handed him two rights on the head and then Ryan missed another swing and fell. Up again he sent a right to the jaw which staggered Tim and he started breaking ground. A left in the wind put Murphy down for the count and he wobbled under a stinging right and left on the jaw. Ryan put him down again for the count with a right on the jaw and he got up pretty helpless. Ryan pounded him all over the ring but he guarded the vital points and the local man could not get in the finishing punch. Finally a left in the wind caused Murphy to drop his guards and Ryan shot in a right to the face that sent him to his corner wobbly as the gong sounded.

Round 8--This round was short. A left in the face and a right to the jaw put Murphy down for the count and after pounding him around a few seconds more Tommy shot a left to the jaw that put the Australian down and in such a helpless condition that he could not continue further.

On the whole the fight was a very satisfactory one, and it was witnessed by the largest crowd that ever attended a battle in Slope's hall. In addition to the main go Emmet Mellody and Ed Courtney boxed four hot rounds as a preliminary, and the newsboy team did their pleasing four round stunt.

Mellody and Courtney mixed it up in great style, both punching hard, and, taken all in all, their was about the best preliminary seen hereabouts in several seasons. Before the main bout was put on Tom Minogue, the announced, read a telegram from Mysterious Billy Smith, challenging the winner.