1900-07-10 Joe Gans W-TKO8 Young Griffo [Seaside Athletic Club, Coney Island, NY, USA]

1900-07-11 New-York Tribune (New York, NY) (page 5)

GANS WHIPS GRIFFO IN EIGHT ROUNDS.

"Joe" Gans, of Baltimore, received the decision over Albert Griffith, better known as "Young Griffo," of Australia, last night at the Seaside Sporting Club. The referee stopped the bout in the eighth round, when Griffo was near out.

The bout was to have been for twenty-five rounds at 135 pounds. For a time Griffo showed some of his former cleverness in blocking and landing neatly. Gans played a waiting game, and when Griffo grew tired he found no difficulty in settling the contest.

In the first round Griffo was knocked down, but he arose quickly. In the second round he landed often on his opponent, but it was evident that his blows had not much force behind them. He was floored again in the seventh round, and was in bad condition when the eighth round began. One of his eyes was closed. Gans got in some hard blows on his jaw and had him staggering about the ring and all but out, when "Johnny" White, the referee, stopped the bout.


1900-07-11 The Morning Telegraph (New York, NY) (page 10)

YOUNG GRIFFO LOST TO GANS

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Beaten to a Pulp in the Eighth Round.

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REFEREE STOPPED FIGHT

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Australian Showed Well for Awhile, but When Gans Had Him Sized Up It Was Soon Over.

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The attempt to resurrect Young Griffo was a dire failure.

The once great boxer came from Chicago with the reputation of having retained all his former stamina, and he was matched with Joe Gans, who has no superior and probably no equal in the lightweight class.

On the surface, Griffo appeared to be in good condition, but when he got into action it was seen that he was a Queensberry wreck.

The cleverness that once enabled him to baffle the greatest men of the lightweight division had departed, and he was a plaything in the hands of expert Gans.

It took Gans but a few rounds to correctly size up Griffo, and then he beat the Australian to a standstill.

In the eighth round Griffo was beaten to a helpless condition, and the referee stopped it. Mrs. Joe Gans was in the building, and saw her husband win.

There was some pretty sparring in the opening round, and Griffo performed nobly for a time. Toward the close of the round Gans landed a right hand uppercut on the chin, and the Australian went to the floor. It was a clean knock down, and Griffo was worried, but the bell came to his relief.

Little of interest occurred in the second, but in the third Griffo set a hot pace, and forced Gans all about the ring, sending several heavy lefts to the stomach.

The fourth was very exciting, and while Gans had the advantage, yet Griffo carried the war to his opponent's camp and mixed it up in merry style.

Gans got Griffo's measure in the seventh and floored him twice, the Australian scorning the referee's count each time.

Gans pounded Griffo's face to a pulp in the eighth, and had his man very groggy. Referee Johnny White rightly stopped the bout after one minute and thirty-eight seconds of fighting.

Eugene Garcia and George Monroe furnished the preliminary canter of twelve rounds. Monroe outpointed his man from the start, and, while no effective punishment was inflicted, yet Monroe won decisively.


1900-07-11 The New York Herald (New York, NY) (page 11)

GRIFFO WAS SAVED FROM A KNOCKOUT

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Gans Had Him Beaten to Helplessness When the Referee Stopped the Battle.

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To the list of good old "former fighters" must be added the name of "Young Griffo," once regarded as the cleverest fighter that ever put on a glove. In less than eight rounds he was beaten into a state of utter helplessness last night by "Joe" Gans, a colored lightweight of Baltimore, at the Seaside Sporting Club. For five rounds the Australian held his own with his more youthful opponent, but his strength left him after that. When the end came after one minute and thirty-eight seconds of fighting in the eighth round. Gans would have scored a knock out had not "Johnny" White, the referee, stopped the bout.

Two women witnessed the bout. Mrs. Gans viewed her husband's efforts from behind the mezzanine seats. Mrs. Herford, wife of Gans' manager, also saw the fight.

Gans led off in the eighth round with a left smash on the nose that made the blood flow, and followed with two terrific left handers on the jaw. He followed with a right hander on the jaw that made Griffo fall to his knees. The Australian was hopelessly beaten. He was bleeding, his right eye was closed and he was all but out. The referee stopped the bout and declared Gans the winner.

George Monroe outpointed Eugene Garcia in the preliminary bout, a twelve round affair. Monroe showed considerable cleverness, and outgeneralled his opponent all through the battle. He also gave Garcia a hard thumping.


1900-07-11 The New York Press (New York, NY) (page 4)

GANS OUTFOUGHT YOUNG GRIFFO

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Referee Stopped the Bout and Prevented Knockout.

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Australian Showed Old-Time Form Until the Eighth, When He Was Punished Badly.

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Joe Gans of Baltimore was awarded the decision over Albert Griffith, better known as "Young Griffo," of Australian, at the Seaside A. C., Coney Island, last night. Referee White stopped the bout after they had fought one minute and thirty-eight seconds of the eighth round, when Griffo was so far gone that another punch from Gans would have put him out.

The articles called for a twenty-five round bout at 135 pounds. For a time Griffo showed some of his old-time form, blocking and punching in clever style, but his dissipation has told on him, and although he had trained faithfully he had not the steam to stand the negro's punches.

Gans played a waiting game and when Griffo had fought himself out, he found no difficulty in putting the Australian in such condition that the referee's action was pleasing to the crowd and mournful to Griffo. Gans was a 2 to 1 favorite, but there was little betting.

The crowd in the house numbered about 3,500. Gans entered the ring accompanied by Al Herford, Harry Lyons and "Kid" Thomas. Griffo followed with Clarence Forbes, Paddy Gorman and Tommy Holden as seconds.

Griffo looked to be in excellent shape and Gans appeared in his usual good form.

The men shook hands at 10:05. Gans was the first to lead with his left for the head, but Griffo blocked and followed with left to the face.

Twice Griffo ran into a clinch and was cautioned for holding. Three times again he jabbed his left to the negro's face and swung a left to the head. Gans was cool and waited for him, and finally crossed his right to the ear and twice jolted it to the body.

Just before the bell rang Gans uppercut with his right to the chin and dropped Griffo to the floor, but he was right up and fighting at the gong.

In the second round Griffo showed much of his old science, but Gans showed superior blocking in the third, and Griffo's attempts for the head did not land as frequently as before.

Griffo finally cornered the colored lad and drove three hard lefts to the body, and reached the head with both hands. Gans finally escaped and hooked left and right to the head.

Gans opened the fourth with a right to the head, but Griffo stepped aside and jolted his right to the body. He slipped to the floor and Gans helped him to his feet. There was fast fighting on the part of both men. Gans tried to reach the head, but was blocked repeatedly, and took some good body blows in return, but the pace seemed to be telling.

Both steadied up a bit in the fifth, and toward the end of the round both landed some telling blows on the body, and Gans was clinching at the bell.

Griffo continued to do the offensive. Gans was waiting for a chance. Twice he thought he saw it, but was blocked each time in his attempt. In the seventh round Gans stepped in, and with a right-hand uppercut lifted Griffo's head and then sent over left and right, dropping him to the floor.

Johnny White began to count, but Griffo waved him away and jumped to his feet to take another cluster of blows that shook him up badly.

Gans's right hand punches to the heart showed their effect in the eighth, and Griffo was forced about the ring with left jabs to the mouth that brought the blood in a stream.

Gans saw he was gone, and, measuring his man admirably, swung his right to the jaw. Griffo staggered across the ring, and Gans followed and swung his right again to the mark. It only needed another punch to knock him out, but before Gans could deliver it Referee Johnny White stepped between them and sent them to their corners, stopping the fight and giving Gans the decision.

In the preliminary George Munroe got the decision from Young Garcia of Brooklyn at the end of ten rounds.


1900-07-11 The Standard Union (Brooklyn, NY) (page 9)

GRIFFO TAKES A BEATING.

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Showed Much of His Old Cleverness, But Could Not Stand Gans' Hard Thumps.

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Fight Given to Colored Man in Eighth Round.

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Young Griffo, once the most shifty and dazzling boxer who ever stepped into a ring, was brought out again at Coney Island last night as an opponent to Joe Gans. Reports had come from Chicago that rigorous training had erased all effects of Griffo's long-continued dissipation, and it was announced that with strength restored and cleverness undimmed he might be expected to stand off the coffee-colored Baltimorean for twenty-five rounds. None of these expectations were realized to the full, for although he fought with savage gameness and with much show of his old-time skill, Griffo only lasted into the eighth round, when Referee John White stopped the bout to save the Australian from a knockout.

Griffo was noisily cheered on entering and received applause during the fight whenever there was the slightest excuse for it, while Gans was greeted coldly. Griffo looked in excellent condition. He is shorter and much more stocky than Gans and does not have the colored man's great reach. From the beginning everyone was interested to see if the resuscitated fighter remembered all of his cleverness. It was, indeed, pretty boxing that he put up. He took the aggressive at once and feinted close up to his opponent, his lightning-like motions protecting him from a lead. Then he shot a swift left to the side of Gans' face, setting the crowd wild. He repeated this several times, but Gans finally came to close quarters and the first blow he struck knocked Griffo down, doing no damage, however.

This round gave a pointer on the fight, and the Gans money, which had been going on at 100 to 35, now went begging at 4 to 1. Griffo's cleverness was apparent, and his gameness was soon to be demonstrated. But Gans never appeared worried by all the Australian's shifty feints, leads and blocks, nor did he seem to be hurt much by several good ones which Griffo landed on the body. Gans kept poking a hard left to Griffo's head and soon had his right eye closed. Later the Australian's face was cut and bleeding profusely.

Griffo's best round was the sixth, in which he rushed Gans savagely, pounded the body with right and left and then stood grinning ten feet away while Gans was slicing circles out of the air. But it was easily seen that the only blows which counted toward the result were those which Gans was putting in at intervals whenever he thought it time to do something.

The seventh round was a succession of game rushes by Griffo against the piston-rod rights and lefts which met him at each onslaught. Twice he went down before long, hard lefts; each time he was up, disdaining a count, but his finish was only a matter of time.

In the eighth the men stood up and slugged, and Griffo was soon so weak that he could not put up his hands. When White saw this he sent the men to their corners and declared Gans the winner.

Griffo's backers cannot complain that he did not do his best to save their money for them, for he plainly fought with all there was in him from the beginning to the end, but his weakened constitution could not keep him up under a moderately hard thumping.

The preliminary was twelve rounds between George Monroe and Eugene Garcia, the latter taking the place of Itsy Ryan, who was above the stipulated 117 pounds. The decision went to Monroe.


1900-07-11 The Sun (New York, NY) (page 4)

GANS DEFEATS GRIFFO.

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AUSTRALIAN HELPLESS IN THE EIGHTH ROUND AT CONEY ISLAND.

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Referee Mercifully Saves Him From a Knock-Out--Dashing Contest for Six Rounds With Honors Fairly Even--Two Knock-Downs in the Seventh Turns the Tide in Gans's Favor.

Young Griffo of Australia, once considered the greatest boxer of the world, was literally beaten to a standstill by Joe Gans of Baltimore at the Seaside Sporting Club in Coney Island last night. The end came in the eighth round when Griffo, blinded with blood and weak from the incessant hammering that Gans handed out to him, was on the verge of being put to sleep. But for interference on the part of Referee John White the Australian would have been knocked out.

In spite of a wild career Griffo showed that he had regained much of his old-time vigor. For six rounds he made things hum for Gans, but in the seventh round a couple of hard knock-downs took away the Australian's strength and prepared the way for his defeat. Griffo could not be said to possess his former remarkable science. He was quick, but not quick enough to stave off the clever Baltimorean, who took his time and then delivered the blows that won. Griffo's exhibition of gameness, however, was remarkable. He refused to take counts when floored, and, though badly beaten about the head, he never flinched. While his strength lasted he put up a fierce fight, but he was outclassed in nearly every respect. When about to leave the ring Griffo, after shaking hands with his old rival, Jack McAuliffe, took a long drink out of a black bottle. He had evidently had his fill of training and recuperation.

The principal interest centred in the physical and mental condition of Griffo. Though the erratic Australian, because of extreme dissipation, had been forced to spend several terms in a sanitarium, his friends asserted that he was once more in old time condition. To those who looked Griffo over as he got ready for the battle he appeared to be restored to his former good health. His complexion and eyes were clear and his body was well rid of hog fat. In fact, Griffo seemed to have been carefully trained, and in answer to questions he said that he had not forgotten his wonderful cleverness as a scientific boxer which made him famous as a drawing card several years ago. Griffo expressed confidence in his ability to stay the limit, though he recognized the skill and prowess of Gans. Speculators saw an opportunity to risk their coin on the proposition that Griffo would at least stay ten rounds, but the talent figured Gans a sure winner because of his superior condition, his cleverness and punching ability. Griffo's weakness in the hitting line was taken to mean that he would have no chance to stop the Baltimorean, no matter how hard he might try.

The crowd did not flock into the building at an early stage, but still when the preliminary was put on there was a good attendance which was increasing in size every moment. The appetizing bout was provided by George Monroe and Eugene Garcia, both of this city, who were matched for twelve rounds at 117 pounds. Garcia took the place of "Itsy" Ryan, who came to the clubhouse several pounds overweight. John White was the referee, and Joe Dunn kept time. Garcia was a mark for constant facers and body blows in every round, but he stood the gruelling with good grace. Monroe received the decision.

Bob Fitzsimmons and Sharkey were among the spectators, also Ruhlin and McCoy. Gans's wife was smuggled past the doorkeepers and had a seat unobserved within reach of the ring. Gans was a 5 to 2 favorite, but there was very little money up. The colored pugilist entered the ring first, there being no demonstration, while Griffo received a cheer. Gans's seconds were Al Herford, Harry Lyons and Kid Thomas. Griffo was looked after by Clarence Forbes, Paddy Gorman and Tommy Holden. The match called for twenty-five rounds at 135 pounds, Queensberry rules. As Griffo sat in his corner the crowd seized a chance to size him up. His arms and legs looked strong enough to stand a hard fight, and his chest and back were well hardened. Gans was in superb condition, as he always is. When they shook hands Gans had a slight advantage in height and also had the longer reach.

Griffo stood up coolly and sent a quick left to Gans's face. He went in again with a corking left swing that landed on the eye, and the crowd yelled. Gans then took the defensive and as Griffo kept on top of him with rapid lefts in the face, Joe was puzzled. Gans was finally forced into a mix-up and shot a left to the ear. In another mix Griffo fell, but he jumped up laughing and ran into a rally that was stopped by the bell.

Griffo opened the second round with a rush which brought a clinch. Gans met another advance with sharp counters on the head. "I'm goin' to do yer," said Griffo, with a grin. "All right," replied Gans, and the Australian then jumped in with swift lefts and a right on the head that drove Gans away. Gans came back with several heavy swings, which were blocked, but a straight punch on the nose brought blood. Gans then rushed and made Griffo retreat in some disorder.

When Griffo came up for the third round his right eye was closing rapidly. Gans quickly jabbed him in the face with a hot left and Griffo danced away after a short spell of boxing. Griffo tried lefts, but they had little force. Gans on the other hand had plenty of power in his smashes. Joe took his time, however, and Griffo, getting him cornered, whipped in three lefts to the stomach, two of which were well stopped. Griffo cut loose then and with more body blows he made Gans clinch. It was a fine rally on the part of the Australian and the crowd cheered him to the echo.

Griffo began the fourth with a rush which was stopped. As Gans rushed in return Griffo slipped to a knee, but was up and into a hot rally without delay. Griffo paid special attention to the body and every time he reached it Gans clinched. Griffo kept his man busy for several moments, but Gans soon cut loose and with rapid swings he made Griffo clinch. Then they got at it in fierce style, Griffo having his mouth and his eye further swollen, but the Australian kept on fighting like a demon to the bell and went to his corner with a skip.

Gans was in no hurry when the fifth began. He used his feet and blocked many swings, at the same time putting in counters to Griffo's sore face. Griffo was the aggressor until Gans landed a couple of swings on his eye, after which both were contented with light sparring. Griffo stood in close at all times, and in the mix-ups he whipped in heavy stomach blows that made Gans hang on for all he was worth, Griffo was doing all the fighting at the gong.

Gans opened the sixth with lefts delivered at long range. Griffo went in quickly for another mixup and hammered the ribs with left and right. Gans then tried more long swings which Griffo blocked with consummate ease. Gans did some clever blocking too, and then tried a right for the jaw. Griffo stepped away from it, and pounded the ribs with his left. Griffo then jumped in with a right over the heart and got away so quickly from the counters that came back that the crowd yelled in appreciation.

Griffo began the seventh with an ineffective rush. Gans responded with a hard right on the heart that almost turned the Australian around. Griffo was still coming in and Gans met him with sharp smashes in the face and stomach. Gans rushed, and with a storm of long swings on the head he sent Griffo down. As the referee started to count, Griffo pushed him aside and got up. Gans piled the blows in then until Griffo's face was battered and bathed in blood, but he stood up to be knocked down hard. Griffo would not take a count, but leaped up and was fighting like a tiger when the bell rang.

Gans was confident of victory as he faced the plucky Australian for the eighth. He began the round with several cutting facers, but they did not deter Griffo from standing in for a series of mix-ups. Gans simply laid the blows all over his man after that and with a heavy right on the jaw he made Griffo totter blindly toward the ropes. Another smash would have knocked the Australian out, but the referee interfered and declared Gans the winner. It was a merciful action on the part of White as Griffo was helpless. The time of the round was 1 minute 38 seconds.


1900-07-11 The World (New York, NY) (page 5)

GANS BEAT GRIFFO IN THE EIGHTH ROUND.

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Australian Displayed but Little of His Former Cleverness.

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Joe Gans made a poor showing for a would-be champion at the Seaside A. C. last night. To be sure, he whipped Young Griffo in eight rounds, but, then, Griffo has been dead pugilistically for years. He has been in an asylum, and there is not the least doubt but that Terry McGovern can put him out in three rounds. Griffo was clever, but only with a ghostlike cleverness of the old days. While he was fresh he outpointed Gans, but he did not stay fresh long, for nature, in him, had been outraged beyond belief for years. The crowd was pleased with the bout because it made Gans look so like a third-rater.

The men entered the ring at 9.55. Griffo was cheered when he climbed through the ropes, while Gans entered without recognition. Griffo looked well, but Gans looked better, and the betting showed what the crowd thought about the fight. The odds were 100 to 35 that Griffo would not win, and 100 to 80 that he would not stay ten rounds. The Australian looked a little wild and seemed nervous. When the men were introduced all the cheering was for Griffo.

Griffo caught the crowd by walking right into Gans. He surprised the negro by putting two left-hand swings on the jaw. Gans was puzzled and made ground, while Griffo, who was in excellent shape, fought close to his man. Just before the gong sounded Gans landed two hard ones and Griffo went to the floor, but jumped up laughing, and the crowd, remembering how Gans quit with Erne, yelled its joy at his quick recovery.

The second round found the crowd yelling with delight, for they expected to see the whole thing ended in six rounds. Griffo went at his man again and landed several good ones, but got a few in return. His right eye was almost closed, but he still pressed Gans, who made ground and waited for the Australian to lead.

In the third round Griffo fought fast and furiously. He fought close to Gans, swinging for the belly and landing often. Gans was kept so busy guarding that he did not have time to lead. He was smiling, and in that smile many saw the finish of Griffo, even though he was fighting well. The gong sounded as they came to a clinch.

The fourth round was one of the fastest fought in the club in months. Griffo kept after his man. He mixed it with him he roughed it with him and he had Gans breathing hard. They hit and blocked and ducked and side-stepped and now and then landed. It was too fast for the eye to follow, yet Griffo seemed to have a shade the better of it.

In the first part of the fifth they sparred, but soon Griffo went at his man again. He was getting tired, but he kept Gans guessing. He had the negro in the corner as the bell sounded and was putting them in the belly. Gans, who does not like them there, winced, and the crowd yelled in appreciation. Griffo got away from some desperate rights and lefts in the early part of the sixth round by extreme cleverness. He landed a good one over the heart and kept Gans busy again ducking and guarding. His showing was surprising even to his friends.

The seventh was Gans's round. Twice he put Griffo down, but each time he came up like a rubber ball, refusing to take the count, and the crowd cheered. He rushed Gans as soon as he got to his feet and landed several good ones. He came up comparatively fresh for the eighth round. Gans then started in and soon had Griffo groggy. He landed often, and Griffo was too weak to help himself. At this point Referee White very properly stopped the bout after one minute and thirty-eight seconds of fighting and gave the fight to Gans.

The preliminary battle between George Monroe and Eugene Garcia was one of the best fights seen at the club for some time. Monroe gave an exhibition of cleverness that puts him high among the feathers, while Garcia gave an exhibition of gameness and ability to stand punishment that has seldom been seen.

Referee John White gave the fight at the end of the twelfth round to Monroe.

Best black fighters in 1916

1916-08-04 The Winnipeg Evening Tribune (Winnipeg, MB, Canada) (page 13)

Blacks Menace Only Heavyweight Crown
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Contrary to popular opinion the lifting of the ban on "mixed bouts" jeopardizes the position and prestige of white boxers, in only one class. In every division except the heavyweight ranks the white men far outclass the colored warriors.

Amy Mack, who runs the Vanderbilt and Military clubs in Brooklyn, N.Y., and who has made a specialty of staging "colored boxing shows," declares that the rescission of the rule benefits the ebony-skinned ringmen in only one way--it gives them a wider field of action and a better chance to develop their ability.

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"At the present time," says Mack, "I don't know of one colored boxer in any of the various divisions outside of the heavyweight class who would stand the slightest chance against the best white boxers. There are some mighty clever colored boxers, but they don't class with our boys. I am well qualified to judge their chances, as I have seen every one of them in action."

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There are about 30 prominent colored boxers around Brooklyn at the present time. In the bantamweight division Harry Gardner is considered the champion. He has for classmates Buddy Faulkes, Mark Spencer, Battling Chuck, Terry Martin and Frankie Williams.

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There are only four real good men in the colored featherweight class. Darky Griffin is generally conceded to be the best man. The others are Wade Johnson, Kid Brooks and Sailor Burton.

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In the lightweight ranks Eddie (Kid) Dorsey stands out. He has been compared with Joe Gans, but the comparison flatters him. While he is a very clever boxer he doesn't figure with men like Johnny Dundee, Freddie Welsh, Benny Leonard, Charlie White, Joe Welling, and numerous good men among the white lightweights. Dorsey has a pipin of a left hand, and is as fast as a streak on his feet, but he can't punch.

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Other good colored lightweights are Leo Johnson, Wee Wee Barton, Kid Kines, Jack White and Young Joe Gans. Dorsey has defeated most of these.

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The classiest colored welterweight is Young Hicks, who claims the championship of the division. He is a hard hitter, but slow and is a mark for a good left hand. His rivals are Battling Gans, Joe De Nite, Frenchy Robibson, Young Peter Jackson and Tommy Coleman, the Philadelphia veteran.

The star colored middleweights are Willie Langford, rated the best of them all; "Jersey Ben" Douglas, Nero Chink, Kid White, Knockout Johnson, Young Jack Johnson, Battling Holmes, Dixie Kid and George Gunther.

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In the colored heavyweight class John Lester Johnson is the only man of recent development. There are probably half a dozen second-rate white heavies who could defeat him, but in Sam Langford, Sam McVey, Harry Wills, and even Joe Jeanette and ponderous Battling Jim Johnson he has classmates who would raise havoc among the Caucasians.

1915-06-22 Jack Britton W-PTS12 Mike Glover [Atlas Athletic Association, Boston, MA, USA]

1915-06-23 Boston Journal (Boston, MA) (page 10)

Jack Britton Gets Decision Over Mike Glover on Points But Lacks His Old Steam
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SOUTH BOSTON BOY LOSES TO BRITTON
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Mike Glover Not so Good a Boxer as Jack and Loses Decision After Fast Battle.
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By Jack Malaney

Jack Britton proved himself a better boxer than Mike Glover in the third meeting between the pair, held last night at the Atlas A. A., and accordingly received the decision. It was a tough and fast battle. Throughout the 12 rounds there was action, and plenty of it, and the contest was satisfactory in every way. The work of the boxers was very fine, as was also the decision and refereeing of Patsy Haley. One of the biggest crowds of the season packed the Arena.

Britton did not show his former hard-hitting ability, but he made it clear to about everybody that was fair enough to realize it that he is a clever boxer and that he can beat South Boston Mike about any time he tries it. There was not a knockdown during the affair, neither was either man in bad shape or clanger at all; it was too swift a battle to allow of setting for hard-hitting.

Bout as if a Regular Thing

Calm and cool as Charley White ever thought of being, only about three times as active, Britton went through the bout as if it was a regular thing with him to meet and beat Glover. In the rounds in which Britton had the edge, and there were about five of them, Jack appeared to be very far ahead because of the undignified manner in which he outboxed Mike.

The greater number of Britton's punches were swiftly delivered taps and light hooks. From the fifth to the 10th sessions he put these kinds onto Mike's face with about the same ease that he would if he was putting stamps on instead of his gloves. All the while Glover was dodging and ducking trying to get away from, but he couldn't.

Blows Fail to Disturb Mike

Several times Britton cut loose with his blows, or it appeared that he did, and, though they landed on the right spots, they failed to even disturb Mike outwardly. On one occasion, in the eleventh, Jack hooked both hands hard, and almost at the same time, and, though they landed flush on Mike's jaws, they didn't have the necessary steam to do any damage.

Glover fought a much better battle than he did against Wells. He was not able to uppercut as he did in the tilt with the Englishman, for Britton moved around too quickly for him, but he made up for this with long, circling swings. He connected with Britton good and proper plenty of times, but the wallops rolled off as would water off a duck's back.

Jack Shows the One, Two, Three

Early in the bout, Britton showed what a fast left he had, for by the end of the opening round Mike's face was brilliantly lighted with unnatural color. Later the visitor gave a demonstration of his one, two, three punch, which was a left to the body, a right to the body and then a right to the head. His blocking and dodging was also a big part of the night's work.

The first four rounds were pretty nearly even, but in the fifth, Britton went ahead. All told there were about five rounds in which he was unquestionably the leader and in those he got far enough ahead to allow him to take it easy. In the last three innings Glover worked desperately to get a look in, but it would have taken a couple of knockdowns to put him on even footing with Dan Morgan's performer.

Although the weight was announced as 140 pounds, the men weighed in at 141 pounds at 4 o'clock and both were under weight.

Preliminaries Poor

The preliminaries did not turn out to be as good as they appeared on paper. The semi-final was a surprise, for Belgium Brown soundly thrashed Young Jasper. The North Ender was battered when and wherever the Belgium wanted and by the sixth round the bout was one-sided. Jasper was slower in thinking and acting than he has ever appeared before.

Frankie Hanlon of South Boston appeared in place of Johnny Murphy of the same district in the second six-rounder against Johnny Noonan, and Frankie got so much handed to him that his seconds acknowledged defeat in the third. Jack Mansfield of Lawrence won from John Emery in the opening contest.

Next week's program is as follows: Sam Langford v. Sam McVea, 12 rounds; Dave Powers v. George Alger, eight rounds; Howard McRae v. Young Stone of Providence, six rounds; Young Clancy v. Young Brusso of Attleboro, six rounds.

Besides the Gilbert Gallant-Jose Rivers bout booked for July 6, the club has arranged a contest between Charley White and Milburn Saylor of Indianapolis for July 13.


1915-06-23 The Boston Herald (Boston, MA) (page 8)

JACK BRITTON BEATS GLOVER
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Chicago Boxer Earns Award Over South Boston Boy in 12 Rounds at Arena.
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Jack Britton of Chicago defeated Mike Glover of South Boston in a 12-round bout at the Atlas A. A. last night. The decision rendered by Patsey Haley of New York was well received by the gathering, which was a Glover crowd from the start. Had Glover fought as well in the final round as he did in the two periods preceding, the South Boston fighter would have probably earned a draw. But Mike appeared tired and lost his chance.

For science and hard hitting the bout was one of the best furnished by welterweights in a Boston ring in a good many months.

In the third round Britton began to force the pace. Glover held him nip and tuck in the early part of each round and there were some sessions when the South Boston boxer showed a decided advantage. Britton, however, managed to pile up the points in a majority of the rounds.

Twice Glover came near dropping the visitor with right-hand smashes to the jaw. Each time Britton rocked on his heels, but always rallied.

The bout was remarkably clever. The fighters displayed a knowledge of the cleanest kind of boxing, neither showing a disposition to infringe on the rules.

At the half way distance both fighters plainly showed traces of the fast pace. Britton had already taken a slight lead having earned the points in the second, fourth, fifth and sixth. The third belonged to Glover and the opening round ended with honors close enough to be called even.

It was in the third round that Glover showed some masterly fighting. A series of straight jabs to Britton's nose and a right to the head shook the Chicago man to his pins. Glover played a nice tattoo throughout the round on Britton's face and body, the session closing with Britton apparently tired and eager to reach his corner.

Glover started the fourth round by landing a clean left that came close to rocking the Windy City battler and Britton appeared greatly refreshed and forced the pace for the greater part of the round. He could do little damage on account of the clever blocking by Glover. But Britton was entitled to the round for his fighting.

In the next round Britton got up in full swing and had the best of almost every exchange. Glover blocked well but the visitor managed to score best and piled up the points.

Glover's next best round was the eighth, when he caught Britton with a wild right swing that forced the latter to hold until the mist lifted. It was then that Britton showed his skill by evading the greater part of Glover's attacks. The round belonged to Glover and the crowd was in high spirits.

Both were tired and a trifle weak coming up for the ninth round. The pace was hard and the good condition of the men alone kept them going. In this round science was tossed to winds and one tried to outslug the other. In the fast exchange that ensued Britton clinched and both men rolled to the floor. They got up and squared away and banged out the round, which was another that could be called even.

Glover came back amazingly strong for the 10th and, to the surprise of everybody, outslugged and outgeneraled the Chicago man. The round belonged to Glover by a wide margin. The effort left him an almost open target for Britton in the final two rounds. Britton closed in one Glover in the 11th scored repeatedly with a stiff left that made the South Boston man miss many blows.

The final session was practically a repetition of the 11th, although Glover did better by a great deal than he did in the round previous.

The program throughout was a pleasing one, starting with Jack Mansfield defeating Johnny Emery in a well boxed six-round bout. Johnny Noonan defeated Frankie Hanlon in the second round of a bout scheduled for six rounds. Hanlon substituted for Johnny Murphy of South Boston.

Belgian Eddie Brown and Young Jasper fought one of the best eight-round semi-final bouts seen at the local club in a long time. Brown won, and won all the way, taking the lead in the opening round and holding his advantage right out to the closing session, which he finished by clouting Jasper as no other welterweight has ever been seen to before.

The program for next week was announced as bringing together in the feature bout Sam Langford and Sam McVea, the colored heavyweight fighters. Dave Powers and George Alger will meet in an eight-round bout. Young Stone of Providence will meet Howard McRae of Cambridge and Young Clancy will meet Young Brusso of Revere in six-round contests.

Fairness in boxing

1920-03-09 The Cincinnati Enquirer (Cincinnati, OH) (page 7)

BOXER REFUSES DECISION.

Buenos Aires, March 7.--The unusual claims of a boxer declared the winner of the bout, protesting against the decision in his favor, was witnessed last night at the close of the ten-round session between Young Cohen, of Boston, billed as featherweight champion of the American-Asiatic fleet, and Julio Perez, featherweight champion of Argentina. The referee at first gave the decision to Young Cohen, but upon the latter's protest that he was not entitled to a victory, the official declared that the bout was a draw amid cheers from the Argentinian audience.

Old vs. New

1918-10-26 The Rockford Republic (Rockford, IL) (page 7)

HIGH PRAISE FOR NEW FIGHTERS BY FORMER SCRAPPER
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Jimmy Barry, Former Bantamweight Champion, Says Boxers in Training Camps Are a Revelation to Him.
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BY ED. W. SMITH.

Score one for the modern boxer! Make it a big one!

Jimmy Barry, former bantamweight champion of the world and one of the greatest fighting men among the midgets that the world ever saw, believes that the modern boxing star has it on the old timers of his day at least. Further, Jimmy is ablize with enthusiasm about the boxing man of today and says that the scribes, who are arguing that the fighter of today is nowhere near as good as the ones of a decade back, don't know what they are talking about.

There is some weight to Jimmy's words since he retired from the game practically unbeaten after whipping everything in his class as well as everything within ten pounds of his heft. Further Jim in his day was closely allied with some of the greatest fighting men of that time and knew them well. Hence, his opinion is well worth considering. Barry told me all about it the other day when he returned from Camp Gordon, Ga., where he had been with the army boxing instructors for a couple of weeks.

"Got It On Old Boys."

"What I saw at Camp Gordon was the biggest sort of a revelation to me," the ex-champ said. "I've got to admit it now though I never did before. They've got it on us, these boys who do the boxing today. They're so good that the old timers like myself must admit that we never at any time approached them in form or style or anything else excepting perhaps the hitting power. Of course that will ever remain the same for a punch is a punch the world over, today or fifty years back or fifty years hence.

"I shadow-boxed with Benny Leonard down there and what a wonder he is, to be sure! He had a broken hand, received in the second round of his recent fight with Ted Lewis, and couldn't put the gloves on. But he showed me enough to make me think, and think deeply. He boxes exactly the style we all used to use twenty years ago. He never takes a punch in order to land one. He gets away from all of them if he can, relying on his own speed and skill to get home his own blows. And he has the science of punching down better than any of the old timers I can remember--straight to the point, never wasting any in wild swings.

"It is of such past masters of boxing as Johnny Kilbane, Mike Gibbons and Packey McFarland I would speak particularly. Say, my boys, they've got a lot of stuff that I never heard of when I was fighting. Their stuff was never in any book. It is all their own.

Hit from All Angles.

"Here's the angle: We used to go straight, always in position with left leg and arm advanced, always hitting out straight and as true as possible. Now, these fellows not only do that, but suddenly they start hitting out from angles that we would have considered impossible. Gibbons can hit you no matter in what position his feet or hands are. So can Kilbane and so can Packey.

"I was simply amazed when I saw them going and couldn't believe it. Mike is a real master but Packey is different. He has a style all his own, like nobody's I ever saw, and it is effective. I saw him box, once with Willie Ritchie and once with Harry Brewer of Kansas City. It was the biggest treat I have had in years. Stuff? Why, it's unbelievable. You've seen fellows with stuff, haven't you, who couldn't use it? Well, these birds use it, believe me.

"Jack Twin Sullivan was there and dozens of other old timers. Jack is going great despite his years. He is a wonderful fellow to have around because he is such a great entertainer. The tests are tremendous and it takes a strong man to get by. I failed, but blame that on my poor health. I simply was not big or strong enough."

1902-05-02 Charles Kid McCoy ND6 Fred Russell [Industrial Athletic Club, Philadelphia, PA, USA]

1902-05-03 The Evening World (New York, NY) (page 4)

M'COY NOT GREAT FIGHTER HE WAS A FEW YEARS AGO.
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Defeated Russell, but Didn't Show Much of His Old Form.
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PHILADELPHIA, May 3.--"Kid" McCoy made his reappearance in the prize ring, after an absence of three years, at the Industrial Club last night, where he met Fred Russell, of Milwaukee. Although the latter had all the advantage of the "Kid," both in height and reach, he was outclassed.

McCoy was in poor condition. He was fat and failed to show his old-time form. Flashes of his former cleverness were displayed at time, but his showing on the whole was disappointing.

For the first three rounds Russell had little difficulty in reaching McCoy's face and stomach and the latter was apparently worried. He was breathing hard. His face showed the effects of the frequent visitations of Russell's padded mits.

Early in the fourth round, McCoy found a couple of openings and used his right and left on Russell's jaw. He sent Russell to the floor with a hard right swing, but the Milwaukee fighter got on his feet quickly and received a couple of uppercuts which shook him up considerably.

Russell went after McCoy in the fifth, but was met with a couple of jolts which set him thinking and caused him to slow down somewhat. The "Kid" tried to end the bout a couple of times, but could not land the blow soporific.

While not in a physical condition to do himself justice, McCoy's showing was far from championship form. He was slow and his blows lacked steam. There was an absence of that shiftiness which made him one of the best men in the business.

His footwork lacked the springiness for which he became famous and on the form he displayed last night he would be an easy mark for Corbett, Fitzsimmons or any of the big clever heavy-weights.


1902-05-03 The Morning Telegraph (New York, NY) (page 12)

M'COY WINS FROM FRED RUSSELL WITH EASE.
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(Special Despatch to The Morning Herald.)

PHILADELPHIA, May 2.--Just how easily a clever, scientific boxer can handle a burly, aggressive fighter was demonstrated here to-night at the Industrial Athletic Club when "Kid" McCoy bested Fred Russell, of Chicago, in six fast rounds.

Russell towered several inches above McCoy and had the advantage of weight by thirty pounds. Both of these advantages, however, were discounted by McCoy's cleverness and good ring generalship. The Chicago heavyweight bothered his clever opponent for the first four rounds. Although he was unable to catch the latter on the lead, his exchanges and infighting were vicious, and several times McCoy narrowly escaped a knockout blow.

In the fifth and sixth rounds McCoy had taken his opponent's measure, and time and again caught him with double left hand blows. Twice in the fifth he landed with swinging right hand leads.

In the sixth round McCoy made it so interesting for Russell that the latter became very tired and was continually forced to save himself from being knocked out.

McCoy was not in good physical condition, while Russell appeared to be trained to the minute. Russell impressed every one as being a good, strong heavyweight, fast on his feet, and with a dangerous left hand swing.

His judgment of distance was poor, and McCoy had no difficulty in ducking, slipping and sidestepping his leads. The main bout was preceded by three minor contests which were of little interest to the 1,500 spectators.


1902-05-03 The Denver Post (Denver, CO) (page 7)

BIG FRED RUSSELL TO GO UP AGAINST M'COY
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Philadelphia, May 3.--Julian has signed McCoy for three straight battles in this city, each successive one, however, conditional upon his showing in its predecessor. "Kid" Carter was to have been McCoy's first opponent, but Carter's fight with Marvin Hart at Louisville tonight prevents his appearance in this city. It was then that Julian obtained Fred Russell, the big fellow from Denver, to take McCoy on at Industrial hall.

Russell is no unknown quantity in pugilism. He is a comer, with an opportunity to reach the top at an age some years younger than most of the champions have been when they stood on the top round. He stands 6 feet 4 inches, and weighs 226 pounds. He put Joe Choynski away in four rounds, and it wasn't the human wreck of a great fighter either, but the Choynski of three years ago. He boxed Tom Sharkey such a hot four rounds in Denver a year ago that the police stepped in and put an end to further business between them. His last fight was with Joe Walcott at Chicago a month ago.


1902-05-03 The Patriot (Harrisburg, PA) (page 5)

M'COY BEATS RUSSELL
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"Kid" Was Trifle Fat But Was Too Much for Chicago Man in Six Round Go.

Philadelphia, May 2.--Kid McCoy and Charlie Russell, of Chicago, fought six rounds to-night at the Industrial athletic club, in which McCoy had the better of the contest.

Russell was in superb condition, while McCoy was a little fat. Russell put up a very fast fight for a big man and during the first four rounds kept McCoy guessing. The latter fought cautiously and it was not until the fifth round that he cut loose.

From that to the finish the fight was all in McCoy's favor. He went at Russell hammer and tongs and in the latter part of the sixth and last round had Russell going. Neither was badly punished but Russell was very tired when the fight ended.


1902-05-03 The Philadelphia Inquirer (Philadelphia, PA) (page 6)

M'COY BESTS RUSSELL
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The Latter a Big, Strong, Rugged Fellow, and That's All

Obviously out of condition, weighing probably twenty pounds more than he ever did, Kid McCoy easily outpointed Fred Russell, of Chicago, at Industrial Hall last night. The fact that the Kid outpointed this Western giant, however, is not an achievement of which he can boast in the future. Russell is a big, strong, rugged chap, but that lets him out. He has no business going up against a boxer of McCoy's class, particularly has he no business of trying to "fight clever," as he did last night. At the same time, he showed that he possessed a wallop which would be dangerous if it landed, but the elusive McCoy was never there to receive it. He did land a couple of punches on McCoy's generous abdomen in the first two rounds, but abandoned that style of attack later on. Russell was very tired at the finish, while McCoy was pretty well winded through his own exertions.

In the fifth round of his bout with Willie Mack, Denny Hall slipped and fell, striking his head heavily on the floor. He was taken to the dressing room, where he speedily recovered. Kid Mooney had a shade on Kid O'Donnell and Kid Williams and John Locksley boxed a fast six round draw.


1902-05-03 The Philadelphia Record (Philadelphia, PA (page 14)

M'COY DEFEATS RUSSELL
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But Fails to Stop the Big Western Boxer in Six Fast Rounds.
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BUT ONE KNOCK DOWN SCORED
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That Was Not Damaging Since Russell Was Caught Off His Balance. Strauss Loses on Foul to Miller.
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"Kid" McCoy bested Fred Russell, the big Western fighter, in six rounds at Industrial Hall last evening, but failed to stop his man. Russell did better with the elusive "Kid" than his best friends had dared hope, and yet the big fellow was holding for dear life at the end of the sixth round. There was but one knockdown, and that was not a damaging one, McCoy catching Russell off his balance in the fourth and sending him sprawling on his face. In the second round McCoy found himself cornered, and to get out went to his hands and knees. McCoy landed some hard blows on Russell's face, but none of them were quite in the right place. Had they been the big Westerner would have been knocked out. Russell did some hitting, too, but missed many more times than he landed. After he found that his only show was to get close to McCoy he tried holding with one hand and punching with the other. In this way he managed to find the feeling of the "Kid's" face.

Neither man did any body fighting, which looked odd, considering the fact that McCoy's stomach rounded out temptingly. The famous Hoosier boxer looked bigger and stronger than ever before, and yet showed that he has lost none of his cleverness. But for that terrible black eye he gave himself by laying down to Jim Corbett he would probably be the most popular fighter in the country, and he certainly would have drawn a better crowd than he did last evening. The hall was only about half filled.

Russell loomed up nearly a head taller than McCoy, and looked in good condition. He got a left in the face and right on the ear while he was sizing up his agile opponent's peculiar position, and after each blow went to a clinch. Then Russell landed a glancing blow with his left and got two or three lefts in return. On the next clinch Russell held McCoy with his right and punched him with his left. McCoy did a lot of feinting, and just before the end of the round caught Russell coming in with a hard straight left in the face.

Russell went after McCoy in the second round, and had no difficulty in finding him, McCoy's right coming hard to the face. Russell let go with two fast lefts, and both landed on McCoy, driving him into a corner. To get out McCoy went to his hands and knees, but was up like a flash. Toward the end of the round McCoy set himself in one of his peculiar positions, with his face apparently unguarded, and when Russell tried to punch him he got two left-hand smashes in the face that would have put him out of business had they landed on the jaw.

Russell tried rushing McCoy in the third round, and for a time got along very well, landing quite a number of glancing blows, but about the time the big fellow was ready to congratulate himself he would get a left or right on the nose that would take all the conceit out of him.

The fourth round was a good one, and was much in McCoy's favor. Russell was knocked down once and jarred a number of times with right uppercuts. McCoy was rushed to the ropes a number of times and made to duck repeatedly to avoid Russell's wicked swings.

In the fifth round McCoy did Russell considerable damage with right and left and barely missed taking a fierce right in the face from the big man. It came inside his guard and was an imitation of what McCoy had just done to Russell.

Russell did a lot of holding in the sixth round and McCoy uppercut him frequently, besides landing many clean lefts in the face.

Willie Mack, the ex-amateur light-weight champion, and Denny Hall met in the semi-wind-up. Up to the middle of the fifth round it was anybody's contest, when Mack forced Hall through the ropes, the latter falling to the floor, injuring himself so badly that he had to be carried to his dressing room.

In the preliminaries "Kid" O'Donnell received a severe drubbing from Billy Mooney in six rounds. "Kid" Williams and Johnny Loxley went the limit to a draw.


1902-05-03 The Pittsburgh Gazette (Pittsburgh, PA) (page 8)

LASTED THE LIMIT.
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Kid McCoy Failed to Put Fred Russell Out in Six Rounds.

PHILADELPHIA, May 2.--(Special.)--Kid McCoy made his first appearance in the ring since his return from Europe at Martin Julian's club here tonight. His opponent was Fred Russell of Denver, who managed to remain through the six rounds. McCoy was woefully out of condition when he appeared, but despite his extra pounds of flesh looked to be a feather-weight alongside of the giant from Colorado. The bout attracted only a few hundred people, all of whom expected the "Kid" to land the knock out punch in short order. McCoy had the better of the set-to and would probably have knocked Russell out in a couple of more rounds, for the latter was very tired at the close.

The opening round was tame, McCoy dancing around the big fellow and appearing to be trying him out, while he easily kept away from Fred's rushes. The Kid became more aggressive in the second. After getting Russell to make several wild swings, McCoy sent a right hand swing to the neck which shook the Denverite up.

The Kid followed this up with a few left jabs to the face, Russell becoming so wild in his eagerness to get back that he nearly fell through the ropes. Russell put a worried look on McCoy's face in the third when he twice sent his left hard to the mouth. The Kid got back, however, in good style and his left jabs did considerable damage.

McCoy kept up his pretty defensive work in the fourth. After making a few feints with his left he suddenly whipped over his right and it landed squarely on Russell's jaw. The latter dropped to the floor, but was on his feet in an instant and the men mixed it up in savage fashion. The men took it easy in the fifth. In the sixth McCoy sailed into his opponent for keeps. He jabbed with his left for the face and used his right on the body. His rapid work had Russell completely bewildered, Fred scarcely landing a blow, while the Kid put in telling punches on all parts of his opponent, failing only in his swings for the jaw. Russell was groggy toward the close, but managed to last the limit.

1917-05-01 Johnny Dundee W-PTS12 Chick Simler [Boston arena, Boston, MA, USA]

1917-05-02 Boston Journal (Boston, MA) (page 8)

Dundee Gains Verdict Over Simler
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Simler Shows Wells in 12 Rounds With Dundee
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By Jack Malaney.

Chick Simler has "made" himself so far as Boston is concerned, for, although he was beaten by the bounding, bouncing "Scotch Wop" wonder, Johnny Dundee, at the Arena last night, he put up such a performance that will make him a welcome visitor here in the future.

Referee Larry Conley's decision at the end of the 12 hard and interesting rounds rightfully gave Dundee the honors. It did seem a shame, though, that Simler couldn't have had some credit for what he had done. Yet, had the decision been another than it was, Dundee wouldn't have been getting his due.

Simler is decidedly a promising youngster. Many a time during the 12 rounds last night he stung Dundee and did it hard. He made Dundee go at his fastest at all times and there was more than one time, too, that he made bouncing Johnny change his mind about continuing to wade in and "let 'em go."

Arms Very Long

The new favorite is a well set up lad with arms that are long, too long almost for his own good. He packs a punch in both hands and uses his right hand effectively in uppercutting. Before Dundee got into Simler's style Chick was swinging a long right hander from his ankles; but when Dundee got it a few times, he later kept inside of the right and Simler only landed on the back with it.

Several times during the bout, the crowd was brought to its feet by extremely busy swapping bees. Dundee had proved here before that he is some swapper. Last night he sailed in with all the fury he could command and let his toughest wallops go with terrific rapidity. He planned, of course, to lose Simler by so doing, but the Scranton lad was always there with him so long as the swapping lasted.

Can Absorb Punishment

In the fifth and 10th rounds especially was the swapping of the warmest variety.

One fact that Simler surely proved was that he could take a stiff punch without showing any effects from it. Dundee hung many hard hooks in the correct manner onto his chin, but they only served to make him come back fast. In the last few rounds of the bout Dundee started his stiff left jab going and drew claret from his man's nose.

That Boston fans appreciate a good card was shown by the attendance, both the side and the floor seats of the Arena were filled and standing room in the rears was at a premium. A return match between Dundee and Simler, as will probably be arranged, would pack the place.

From start to finish the show was a fine one. It could be called "Italian Night," for five of the eight boys who boxed were Italians and practically 50 per cent. of the spectators were the same.

Al Girard supplied plenty of interest in the opening six-rounder, but it was decided that Young Buckley of South Boston beat him. In the following six, one of the funniest mills that has been put on for a long time was seen, Charley Mitchell of the North End went in to meet Young Chodo. Chodo was expected to beat Mitchell, but the latter took all sorts of liberties and Chodo's seconds stopped the battle in the fifth.

Patty Owens and Louis Leonard again presented a fine 10-rounder, this time to a draw decision.


1917-05-02 The Boston Herald (Boston, MA) (page 7)

DUNDEE WINNER OVER SIMLER
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New Yorker Takes Award After Twelve Sensational Rounds at Boston Arena.
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Johnny Dundee of New York defeated Chick Simler of Scranton, Pa., in one of the best 12-round fights ever seen in a local ring. The contest took place at the Boston Arena last night and was witnessed by a large crowd.

With nothing to recommend him but his 10-round no-decision battle with lightweight champion Freddie Welsh, Simler was practically unheard of. But after last night's exhibition, he need have little fear in meeting the best lightweights in the game.

Simler made good against Dundee, even though he was outpointed and lost the decision. His fighting left nothing to be desired.

Dundee showed up in his regular form last night, but Simler forced him to bring out everything he had in the fighting game.

[part missing] than the visitor, but it did not keep Simler from trying. There were showers of blows in every round, and not all of them went to Dundee's credit. Simler scored hard and often and several times brought the fans to their feet with his spurts.

The body fighting of Dundee was terrific. Some of the blows he scored would have stopped a less gritty boxer than Simler, but the latter weathered every attack and often fought back harder than ever.

Simler packed a terrific punch, but he had a hard time to locate Dundee with a solid wallop.

The final round was finished in a burst of speed, both men standing toe to toe and swapping blows.

Louis Leonard and Patsey Owens boxed 10 rounds to a draw. A sprint in the ninth and last rounds in favor of Owens won him an even break.

Charley Mitchell, recently graduated from the amateur ranks, got away to a good start in the professional game against Young Chodo of the North end. Mitchell won in the fifth round, when Chodo's seconds tossed in the towel. Young Buckley defeated Al Gerard in the opening six-round bout, which was a good one.

Freddie Yelle and Frankie Mack will furnish the next attraction for the club at the Grand Opera House.