1916-05-19 Harry Wills W-PTS20 Jeff Clark [Louisiana Auditorium, New Orleans, LA, USA]

1916-05-20 The Daily States (New Orleans, LA) (page 7)

WILLS OUTCLASSES CLARKE; QUALIFIES FOR M'VEY ON JUNE 2
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Missouri Cinder Manages To Stay Limit By Holding Opponent; Wills Makes Very Poor Fight; Spectators Hiss Negroes For Tame Bout.
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BY COL. CLUKE.

Harry Wills, giant New Orleans negro heavyweight, earned the right to meet Sam McVey in a 20-round bout at the Louisiana Auditorium on June 2, by decisively defeating Jeff Clarke, a Missouri cinder Friday night, in a one-sided contest.

The bout was a typical negro affair. It was evident from the outset Clarke's only excuse for entering the ring was to stay the limit. He was outclassed, outweighed and lacked a foot or more in height. By clinching at every opportunity and holding Wills around the waist, he managed to answer the last gong.

From a Queensberry standpoint, the scrap was by far the poorest ever staged at the Carrollton Avenue arena. At times it seemed as though Wills was allowing his opponent to stay twenty rounds. Wills fought very poorly, rarely ever attempting a jab, using his right hand to club Clarke on the back.

The only interesting part of the mill was Wills' superior wrestling tactics. In the ninth round the local negro picked his undersized opponent up and dashed him to the ropes and floor. For a time it looked as though Clarke would land among the spectators. There was such a great difference in strength that Wills could have thrown his opponent out of the arena entirely had he so wished.

Crowd Hisses Fighters; Wills Makes Poor Showing.

The spectators hissed Wills for slamming Clarke to the floor. At times some of the crowd yelled "Fake!" Wills did not fight within fifty per cent of his last bout with Langford. Had he done so the contest would have hardly gone more than three or four rounds.

An amusing incident occurred in the twelfth round. Clarke darted across the ring and slipped down in Wills' corner. He seemed to injure his knee or hip and limped a minute or so. When the bell sounded his second started rubbing the game leg, one of the spectators shouting: "You've got the wrong leg; he hurt the other one."

The only knockdown, and there is considerable doubt as to its legitimacy, occurred in the fourteenth frame. Clarke suddenly sank to the canvas and rested while Referee Fay tolled off seven. Wills seemed to push his opponent to the floor, the spectators snickering at the Missouri negro as he appeared to be in great distress.

Nearly every round was a repetition of the other. Wills would have probably fought had Clarke shown a disposition to trade blows. Clarke, however, preferred to stay twenty rounds and take his percentage of the gate receipts, avoiding as much punishment as possible.

As a negro heavyweight fighter, Clarke doesn't belong in the celebrated Tan League at all. He is a busher pure and simple in comparison to the McVey, Langford, Johnson and Wills combination. Clarke and his manager will do well to make their share of the purse last a long time, for it isn't likely a New Orleans audience will tolerate a repetition of the contest.

Johnny Brown defeated Young Joe Gans in the ten-round semi-final, and the battle royal was awarded to a negro called the Pullman Cinder. The negro orchestra entertained the spectators twice as much as the entire fleet of fighters Matchmaker Tortorich mobilized.


1916-05-20 The New Orleans Item (New Orleans, LA) (page 8)

WILLS CAN'T MEASURE CLARKE AND MAKES A SORRY SHOWING THOUGH HE WINS DECISION
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(By Joe Carter.)

It's not often that a pugilist is handicapped by the smallness of his opponent, but this is just what occurred in the black heavyweight contest at the Louisiana Auditorium Friday night. Harry Wills, local negro, met Jeff Clarke, the "fighting ghost" from Joplin, Mo., in 20 rounds, and made probably his poorest showing since graduating from the preliminary ranks down at the old Northside Athletic Club, although he won the decision.

Clarke is probably a foot shorter than Wills and had little trouble ducking Wills' right leads at the head. The only punch that Wills could have used to reach Clarke's stomach is an uppercut, and this he didn't try because Jeff kept well covered. The visiting pug fought only a defensive fight and when he went into his shell the local negro was unable to land on a vulnerable spot. Whenever Wills started a right cross he found his opponent already in close out of harm's way. Wills realized it was next to impossible to reach his smaller foe's jaw and after the first five rounds was content to wrestle and wait for an opening. Had Clarke been a foot taller whereby the local negro could have measured him off with some accuracy, it is probable that the fight would have ended before the 20 rounds.

Several times during the melee Clarke went to the mat but only twice was he knocked down. Twice he slipped and several times he was wrestled to the canvas. Never once during the fight did he have the least semblance of a chance. He cut loose several wild swings but they all missed their mark by several inches.

Joe Gans wasted a greater portion of his time in the preliminary with Johnny Brown, showing Johnny some of the latest steps in dancing and when the gong sounded which ended the fracas the decision went to his opponent. Gans made a poor fight and is not as good as when he was fighting Leo Johnson and other top notch colored lightweights.

The battle royal furnished plenty of amusement. The other bouts were very ordinary.


1916-05-20 The Times-Picayune (New Orleans, LA) (page 16)

WILLS LETS CLARK STAY THE LIMIT
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Local Negro Gets Decision at the End of Twenty Slow Rounds.
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Harry Wills was under triple raps Friday night at the Louisiana Auditorium, and that spells the reason why Jeff Clark, the so-called "Fighting Ghost" of Joplin, Mo., went twenty rounds. Of course, Wills got the decision at the end of the slow and uninteresting affair. There was no doubt about it. Nothing but Wills all the way.

Just why the local negro heavyweight refused time and again to follow up advantages when he had the spook on the verge of a knockout is a question which had the majority of those present guessing.

But a little light may be let in. Harry and Jeff--or Mutt and Jeff sounds better after Friday night's fracas--are signed to meet in Pensacola a week or two hence. Twitch! And everything is illuminated.

Wills did not "lay down." Neither did Clark. Wills was a top-heavy favorite to win, and he did win. There could be no room for doubt as to the honesty of his intentions. He intended to win. But at the same time he didn't intend to do any "levelling," because "levelling" might have killed that Pensacola match.

As to the passage of arms in the roped arena, it was "duck, rush and clinch" on Clark's part, and "wait, swing and be-careful-not-to-hit-too-hard" on the part of the big local spade.

Twice Wills knocked the "fighting ghost" down. He was careful not to knock him down again, and refrained from sinking those mighty right uppercuts into Jeff's body after half a dozen rounds. Once or twice Wills threw Jefferson down, while once or twice the Joplin goblin slipped.

It was a very poor fight. Had it not been for the presence of a "brown skin" orchestra, the entertainment at the L. A. Friday night would have fallen flat, as Young Joe Gans and Johnnie Brown gave a miserable demonstration of the Queensbury art. Brown got the decision.

1897-05-18 Joe Gans W-PTS20 Mike Leonard [Olympic Athletic Club, Woodward's Pavilion, San Francisco, CA, USA]

 1897-05-19 San Francisco Chronicle (San Francisco, CA) (page 8)

THREE TAME FIGHTS AND A PACKED HOUSE.
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WINNERS ALL FAVORITES.
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LEONARD FOUGHT LIKE A MUSEUM FREAK.
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Six Thousand People Saw Jeffries Punch Baker to a Knockout.
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Woodward's Pavilion was crowded to the doors last night with an audience that sizzled and sweltered, mostly in its shirt-sleeves, in the big, barn-like structure, and watched three fights, none of which came up to expectations. While the exhibition produced by the Olympic Club after a great deal of careful preparation, was a semi-failure as far as the quality of the contest was concerned, the arrangement of the ring, the promptness with which the contests were started and the fairness of the various announcements were all favorably commented upon. It was no fault of the club that the men did not show up to much advantage.

The danger of holding entertainments in which there is such popular interest in a building like Woodward's Pavilion is becoming more apparent with every recurrence of the scenes of last night. Nearly 6000 persons, crowded almost to suffocation, were shut in among a small forest of wooden timbers, with the sole entrance door just five feet wide and approachable only after a rush down two tortuous flights of steps. Over 2000 among the spectators smoked cigars throughout the whole evening, dropping lighted and glowing match stems on every part of the floor. Some day there will be a cry of fire, a frantic scramble of maddened men, and San Francisco will witness a scene of death and disaster unparallelled by any previous calamity on the continent.

The fights presented last evening were very commonplace. Two of the contests were fought to the limit and the decision of the referee was satisfactory in each case, Lawler being given the victory over Riley and the negro being announced the winner of the Gans-Leonard mystery. While considerable interest was felt in the latter affair, the third battle of the night, that between Jim Jeffries and Henry Baker, was watched more carefully than any of the others, principally because people wanted to see whether, under Billy Delaney's constant tuition, the Los Angeles giant had learned any science to add to his immense strength.

To put it mildly, Jeffries' showing last night did not prove that he had become surfeited with cleverness. His hitting powers showed up in great shape, and some of the punches he got in on Baker were terribly heavy. But from the first round to the ninth, when he ended the fight with a swing like the blow of a sledgehammer on his opponent's jaw, he showed no science whatever. Jeffries is still very young, and presumably able to learn. He will have to apply himself a great deal better in the future than he has done up to this time in studying and practicing something of the scientific tactics of the ring if he ever hopes to aspire to the championship of the world. Giving him every allowance for height, weight, reach and strength, a clever middle-sized man could best him to-morrow in a finish fight.

His fight with Baker was simply an exhibition of hard hitting and ability on the part of both men to take punishment. Jeffries being the harder puncher of the two won out in the ninth round. The result was never really in doubt from the minute the men faced each other. The end ought to have come in the eighth, but the Californian, having downed his man twice and phased him both times did not know enough to follow up his advantage. After a minute's fighting in the ninth he managed to put his opponent over the ropes, Spider Kelly throwing up the sponge rather than have Baker submitted to any more punishment.

The Gans-Leonard contest had more features than ten ordinary battles, and it was hard to decide just what kind of a freak it really was. Some considered it was merely the meeting of two tourists who came out here at the expense of the Olympic Club and the general public to give a sparring and clinching exhibition, and Phil Wand, the referee, gave enough credit to this view to declare all bets off for fear the Olympic Club might be party to a fake.

Still while Gans did not seem desirous of using much steam with his blows the men put up a lively fight for twenty rounds and showed that they were in pretty good training from the condition they were in at the finish. Leonard looked as if he had just come from a French dinner at which he had partaken freely of wine. Gans seemed to have some knowledge of this as he was careful not to hit Leonard in his stomach with any force and he failed to take advantage of fully a hundred opportunities to land on Leonard's weak spot.

The fight was marked by a lot of foul work on the part of the dude. He clinched, threw his weight on Gans, spat in his face and called him vile names, just to show the spectators that they were not the friends they were reputed to be. The negro acted in an apparently square manner. The dude stood a great deal of punishment, such as it was, and was remarkably agile, but he did not have any ability to land on Gans. He got in but two good blows during the entire twenty rounds. Gans was the aggressor nearly all the time, and was clearly entitled to the decision he received, though it appeared he was only trying to gain this instead of beating his opponent as badly as he seemed able to do. Possibly they will divide the purse.

Apparently Leonard did not try to get down to weight. When the two men stepped into the ring Referee Wand announced that Gans had weighed in at 133 pounds, according to the agreement to meet at that weight, give or take three pounds. He also said that Leonard refused to weigh in and forfeited $100 to Gans. Gans then agreed to fight at catch weights. Wand announced that on account of Leonard's overweight "and other reasons" he would declare all bets off.

The men then went at it, Leonard acting like a clown for several rounds. The fighters evidently had it in for the referee for calling bets off, as Gans sent him reeling once with a hot left--accidentally, of course--and Leonard, to make the thing as much of a farce as possible, squared off at the referee later and then stopped the fight to laugh and apologize. The contest needs no description. Gans did not show his usual ability, but tapped Leonard as he pleased. Leonard clinched, choked and wrestled. He was hissed continually. Cries such as, "Be careful, Gans, you'll knock him out!" and "Mike, you're a kinetscope fighter!" were frequent.


1897-05-19 The Examiner (San Francisco, CA) (page 8)

GANS, LAWLER AND BIG JEFFRIES.
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This Was the Roll of Honor at the Olympic Boxing Carnival In Woodward's Pavilion.
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Leonard Was Overweight, and "for Other Reasons" Bets Were Declared Off.
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HARD PUNCHES FOR THE BEAU.
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He Fought Fiercely at First, but Wilted--Heavyweight Baker Lasted Nine Rounds.
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Jeffries, Gans and Lawler were the winners at the Olympic Club's boxing carnival in Woodward's Pavilion last night. Two of the bouts lasted the limit allowed by the law, or the Supervisors, and the other--the Jeffries-Baker one--came to an end in the ninth round. It wasn't a complete knock-out that Baker received, but it was so close to it that there was general satisfaction when the seconds hauled the dizzy Chicagoan to his corner and the referee uttered the magic words "Jeffries wins."

The scene in and around the Pavilion had all the earmarks of a boxing boom. The street in front of Woodward's was packed for a full block either way, and long before 8 o'clock the club had to stop selling tickets of admission. The arena was crowded to its utmost capacity by 8:30 p. m., and the 2,500 sports who were jammed together in the gallery took off their coats to a man and sat in their shirt sleeves.

Quite a number of the two, three and five-dollar people on the main floor followed suit. Being an Olympic Club affair, the better class of patrons were not as shy or as shrinking as they generally are at a fighting fiesta. Many of our most respected citizens actually hollered to each other across the benches and exchanged compliments in the shape of cigars and chewing gum. Of course, all the hardshell sports were there, the ubiquitous, one-eyed Connolly having a forward location, cheek by jowl with Plunger Purser and a knot of turfites.

The opening bout was scheduled to begin at 8:30 and precisely to the minute feather-weights Jim Lawler and Jim Riley entered the ring. Master of Ceremonies Kennedy introduced Phil Wand of the Olympic Club as referee, and in a short space of time the two saplings were hard at it.

Lawler held the lead throughout the ten rounds that were boxed. Riley did not seem to have the greatest confidence in himself, and he received quite a drubbing from his apparently lighter opponent.

Wand had no hesitation in deciding in favor of Lawler, and the little fellows were barely out of the ring when Mike Leonard the Beau Brummel of Fistdom hove in sight with his black curly hair and his blue-barred bathrobe. Leonard had for attendants Martin Murphy, George Green and Bogie O'Donnell. Gans, his brown shoulders covered by a short sack coat, followed Leonard, his attendants being Al King, Joe Reay and another.

Ward, who was to referee this contest, also made an announcement that all bets were off for the reason that Leonard was considered overweight and for "other reasons." It was no secret that the "other reasons" were mainly that the club had discovered the men had agreed to "split the purse" when the match was first made, and that the Olympic management was determined that the betting public should be protected.

In defense of the arrangement entered into by Gans and Leonard, it was explained that most of the Eastern fighters "split the purse" nowadays, and that they fight equally as hard even when the emoluments are divided in this manner. There is no guarantee, however, that a boxer will try his best or that he will stand up to be punched when he knows that taking a hiding will not increase his share of the plunder.

In any case, the disclosure in connection with Gans and Leonard's method of making community property of the $1,750 purse had a salutary effect. It put the boxers on their mettle and caused them to do their level best. Even at that Leonard's level best was "no great shakes," for an injured leg had prevented him from conditioning himself properly, and he was flabby in flesh when he toed the scratch.

When the gong sent them together Mike shaped as if bent on winning the fling-up in short order. He made a right-hand pass at Gans' ribs, and the colored boy drew away. Gans, after one trial, landed a left swing on the ear, and the next moment Mike rushed him to the ropes and let go a hard right-hander at the body. Gans was lucky in escaping the punch, for it was a vicious one.

The pace warmed up, Gans aiming for the jaw principally, while Leonard clinched a good deal and battered away at the ribs before breaking. Gans tossed Mike's curls with a straight left-hander on the forehead and Mike rushed again. He crowded Gans against the ropes and with left forearm across the colored boy's neck pounded him hard on the short ribs.

The crowd hooted Leonard, thinking he was fighting unfairly, and the rough usage made Gans gasp. He looked pretty well used up as he went to his corner.

During the minute's rest the referee explained that the men had agreed to fight with one arm free, the explanation being drawn from him by the way the galleryites were hissing Leonard.

Leonard began rushing again when the second round started and Gans, who was better prepared for the onslaught, sidled away and avoided him. Once when Mike became entangled with the ropes Gans jumped in and floored him with a smash on the neck from behind. Leonard laughed as he sat on his haunches.

There were repeated clinched during the round and Beau Brummel evinced a desire to wrestle. He got Gans' head under his arm once and punched him in the face and made himself a mark for disfavor again. Gans tried to land a right on Leonard's jaw, but Mike kept his guard high and protected his face.

Then Leonard rushed some more, crowding Gans to the ropes and smashing him several times in the ribs. The body punching distressed Gans, but he fought back fiercely whenever he could disengage himself from the New Yorker's embrace. Gans toward the end sent in a hard left swing on Leonard's chin and Mike threw himself off his feet in attempting a right counter.

In the third round Gans did better. He avoided Leonard's rushes and sent his left home several times on the face. Mike's nose bled and he held on several times without punching. Occasionally Gans backed him against the ropes, which were of the elastic kind always used at Olympic Club entertainments. While standing braced against the ropes Leonard presented a comical appearance. He would not stir until Gans went in to strike at him. Then he would push backward and aided by the rebound the rubber ropes gave him, would pitch headlong at his opponent and force him across the ring. Leonard resorted to this practice several times, but it did not always work, for Gans side-stepped and swung his left on the chin and ear and the Beau's chest began to heave and his eyes to roll.

Once when Leonard braced himself against the ropes he was too weak to try his catapult act and Gans cuffed him repeatedly around the face with both hands. Finally Leonard raised his arms and guarded his face. Then Gans smashed him in the stomach. Soon after that Gans floored him with a left on the chin, and a few seconds later Mike slipped and fell a second time. At the end of the round Leonard was puffing badly and his face was bruised, while Gans seemed to be full of confidence.

From that time on Leonard only fought briskly in spots. His hopes of whipping Gans by heart punches began to fade and he seemed more intent on lasting the full limit of the contest than anything else. He began to do a jig step around the ring, and for a while the best Gans could do was to stand in one spot and take a flying crack at the Beau as he passed. Leonard bled a good deal from Gans' punches, and his distressed breathing made it look as if the end might come in any round.

But Leonard is certainly a glutton for punishment. He was badly rattled several times by Gans' hard knocks. The colored fellow could not hit him on the desired spot--the point of the jaw--and while the whacks Gans gave the New Yorker on ear and temple made the recipient dizzy, it cannot be said that Leonard was ever groggy as the term is understood by ring-goers. In any case, Mike managed to last the twenty rounds, although there were several times in the last few rounds when Gans appeared to have him going.

The decision went to Gans.

The go between heavy-weights Harry Baker of Chicago and Jim Jeffries of Los Angeles was not very interesting. Baker did some pretty footwork for half a dozen rounds, and once or twice managed to land left and right on the Los Angelan when the latter least expected it.

Jeffries was puzzled at first and inclined to be rough in the clinches, thereby getting himself in bad grace with the crowd. Jeffries ducked marvelously well for a big man, getting well under Baker's left swings and picking the Chicagoan clear off his feet as he straightened up.

Most of Baker's swings with either hand fell far short of the big fellow's head, while Jeffries managed to place his own left on Baker's body time and again.

Baker baffled the big fellow by dancing around the ring, and the crowd cheered whenever the shorter man got away from one of the orange belt slugger's well-meant swings.

Baker put in two solid blows in the second round--a left and right on the face, but he did not score so clean or so well at any time in the subsequent rounds.

In the eighth round Jeffries floored Baker twice with left-hand swings on the jaw. In the ninth round Baker was caught with a terrible left-hander on the chin as he was rushing around. The blow dropped him. Soon after he arose Jeffries pressed in and met him on the chin with a similar blow. Baker's head went through between the ropes and he sank until the lower rope held him up. His seconds dragged him out of this uncomfortable position and led him to his corner. He was dazed and helpless and Jeffries was awarded the decision.


1897-05-19 The San Francisco Call (San Francisco, CA) (page 4)

BAKER WAS EASY FOR JEFFRIES
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The Los Angeles Heavy-Weight Wins in Nine Rounds.
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Leonard Was in Very Poor Condition, but Lasted the Limit.
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A Big Crowd Saw the Olympic Club Entertainment--Lawler Beat Reilly.
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Fifteen hundred ringsters crowded into Woodward's Pavilion to see the boxing entertainment of the Olympic Club last evening and sweltered through three more or less interesting bouts.

Two of the six participants were in noticeably bad condition, Mike Leonard being so fat that the hard fight with Joe Gans trained him down at least five pounds during the twenty rounds.

Henry Baker, the Chicago heavy-weight, who was scheduled to go twenty rounds with Jeffries, the Los Angeles giant, had rolls of fat hanging over his belt as he sat in his corner, and he had bellows to mend before the fight had been in progress fifteen minutes.

It is this matter of allowing pugilists to enter the ring in bad condition that puts boxing in bad repute. Every little while some pugilist is killed as a result of undertraining, and then a cry goes up against the brutality of the sport.

Both Leonard and Baker looked as though they had trained on steam beer, and their actions in the ring bore out the supposition that they had. It was rumored before the gong sounded for the first bout that the Leonard-Gans battle was off, because the former could not weigh in at the limit of 133 pounds, but both appeared, and it was announced that Leonard was ill and had refused to weigh in and had forfeited his $100 deposit to Gans.

The colored lad was willing to fight at any weight, and the referee announced that the fight would go on, but that all bets were off.

Jim Reilly and Jim Lawler, two willing local lads, who weighed in at 123 pounds each, put up a hard-hitting battle of ten rounds, Lawler's straight left leads and generally clever work winning him the decision of Referee Phil wand.

Gans in his twenty-round go with Leonard took a strong lead from the start and chased the fat dude of the ring persistently. Leonard got weak after a few rounds and danced about and clinched to avoid punishment. Occasionally he would back up against the ropes and, using them as a spring against his back, lunge at Gans as the Baltimorean came at him, but he inflicted no punishment after the tenth round.

Gans apparently did not like Leonard's style, for he kept away whenever the Beau Brummel of the pugilistic fraternity made a stand against the ropes. His cautious leads and occasional scoring won him the decision, though it was apparent he was almost as weak as his opponent when the gong sounded in the final. Gans was a disappointment to those who saw him knock Charley Rochette out several months ago.

Much interest was manifested when the heavy-weights made their appearance. Henry Baker, the fat boy of Chicago, came first. He looked like a New York Alderman; layers of fat hung over his waistband.

Jeffries was trained to a turn. He looked a magnificent specimen of the athlete. In fact, his opponent, when they stood face to face, appeared as if he had been put into the ring to fill up a gap.

Baker scaled 175 pounds and Jeffries tipped the beam at 201 pounds, which is nine pounds lower than he has ever fought. Baker looked like a pigmy alongside of the California champion.

Baker proved right away that he was a clever man on his feet. After considerable fiddling Baker shot out his left, which landed lightly on "Jeff's" mouth. The latter returned the compliment and then missed Baker's face with a right swing which, had it landed, would have done damage.

Jeffries went bang against the ropes. Considerable clinching was indulged in and as the round closed Baker landed a left and right on Jeffries' mouth.

In the second round Jeffries caught a hard right-hand punch in the left eye which left the imprint. Jeffries ducked cleverly from several swings and in the clinches which followed he was hissed by the gallery because he struck at Baker when both men had one hand free, which was perfectly proper and according to rule.

In the third round Jeffries played for Baker's stomach, but the Chicago man backed away and danced around the ring with the big fellow in hot pursuit. Both men landed, but the blows were not very effective.

In the fourth round Jeffries sent Baker under the ropes with a body blow, but near the end of the round Baker landed a hard right on Jeffries' mouth.

After this round, and until the ninth round, Jeffries scored a strong lead. In the eighth Jeffries knocked Baker down with a left on the jaw and then hammered him all over the ring, but failed to score a knockout. Baker went down twice.

In the ninth round Baker received a left hand smash on the jaw that sent him sprawling over the ropes, and "Spider" Kelly, his second, threw up the sponge.

1904-05-11 Aurelio Herrera W-PTS20 Louie Long [Montana Athletic Club, Broadway Theater, Butte, MT, USA]

1904-05-12 The Anaconda Standard (Anaconda, MT) (page 2)

AURELIO HERRERA GETS DECISION OVER LOUIE LONG IN TWENTY-ROUND GO
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Aurelio Herrera got the decision over Louie Long after 20 rounds of fighting at the Broadway theater last night, but he did not regain any lost laurels, as he won by a very small margin. There were many who thought the game little fellow from the coast should have had a draw and, while that decision might have been more popular with many, the fact remains that, from a fighting standpoint, the Mexican, with a scratch knockdown and first blood, had the edge over Long. Dunc MacDonald, the referee, knows his business, is thoroughly honest, and he watched the progress of the fight closer than any of the spectators. In his opinion, Herrera had a shade the best of the argument. He had no more, however.

While it can be said of the fight that it was a good one, it was still a disappointment. Herrera resorted to petty tricks in whipping his right onto the kidneys, and both men were prone to go into clinches at the slightest provocation. Then, they leaned against each other almost in an embrace and waited for MacDonald to separate them. First one and then the other would complain that he was not at fault, but the referee was wise to them, and several times told the complainer that he was as much at fault as the other boxer.

Both Strong at the End.

When the fight was over, both men were on their feet, both were strong and both eager for the going. The last rounds were lively, and there were several good exchanges. In fact, there were good exchanges in the majority of the rounds, with Herrera generally doing the most punishing. Though the Mexican did the most punching, however, it was not in leading, and he was forced to break ground the majority of the times. Long was always boring in and never overlooked an opportunity to land. At the sound of the gong he invariably went to meet Herrera and led.

He fought at close range, preferring it, and he took no chances. His blocking was a revelation, and many a hard and vicious punch sent out by the Mexican found a landing place on a glove or glanced over the shoulder, which was drawn up to protect the jaw. The Mexican seemed bewildered at times because he could not land, and then he would resort to slashing his right into the kidneys. He was hissed several times for his action.

Long Fought Cleverly.

Long fought cleverly and gamely. He would not break ground, and kept hammering away at the Mexican whenever he saw or thought he saw an opening. Often he landed good blows on the body, face or jaw. It was seldom that he missed. Of course, he was blocked at times, but he made no wild swings and wasted no strength. He was going well and matters were very even until the seventh round, when Herrera landed a right on the jaw that staggered him. They went into a clinch as the blow was delivered and then wrestled for a second or two. In the wrestle Herrera's head, accidentally, it appears, came in contact with Long's jaw.

The next second they were apart, and Long went down hard. He calmly took his time and did not rise until the count of nine. When he regained his feet, it was to go after Herrera and surprise the Mexican with a right on the jaw. Long had appeared groggy when he went down, and Herrera was not looking for any retaliation.

Long Gets Second Blood.

Though Long drew blood from the Mexican, it was not until his own mouth had been caused to bleed. The blood from Herrera was the result of a blow on the right eye. There was a slight laceration and but little blood was seen. Long bled from the mouth, where he had been jabbed with stiff straight lefts. Those jabs reached home after repeated unsuccessful efforts on the part of the Mexican to break through the perfect blocking of the coast boy.

Long appeared to have a glove everywhere the Mexican aimed for, and it was only when Herrera used his strength and rushed in with quick, successive punches that he was able to land on the face. He had said that he could hit Long when and where he pleased, but he did not demonstrate that such was the case. There were many times when some of the spectators thought the Mexican landed, but they must have realized that had the vicious blows not been blocked, Long could not have shown the strength and aggressiveness which were ever in evidence.

The Preliminaries Were Good.

The main event was preceded by two rattling good preliminaries, one of which furnished a knockout. That was the first, between Ike Davis of Butte and Kid Scaler of Spokane. It was scheduled for six rounds, but ended in the fourth, when Scaler was knocked out with a right on the jaw. Davis showed wonderful improvement, both in his boxing and foot work, and he demonstrated that he has a good punch. There appears to be a future for the boy. Scaler, though outclassed, was game to the last, and was fighting back after an awful gruelling when he got his quietus.

The second preliminary was between Maurice Thompson of Butte and Jack Ketchell of Michigan. When the boxers met in the center, it looked as if the Michigander had a chance, but a hard right on the jaw took the snap out of him. He is heavier than Thompson, but has little or no science. In fact, he fought like a schoolboy, and could get himself into the most awkward possible crouch when ready for a punch. He got a good drubbing, but he was game to the end and fought all the way through the six rounds. Duncan MacDonald gave Thompson an earned decision.

Three Thousand in the House.

The management of the Montana Athletic club had announced that the first preliminary would go on at 9 o'clock, and promptly at that hour the programme was begun. There were then about 3,000 persons in the house by that time, and at 9:55, when Herrera entered the ring for the main event, the crowd had been increased by 500. It is doubtful if the Broadway theater ever seated more persons at a ring contest. The stage was packed to such an extent, too, that twice small sections of the seats went down beneath the weight on them. No one was injured.

When Herrera entered the ring he was accompanied by his seconds, "Doc" Flynn, Maurice Thompson, Sid La Fontise and Fred Klotz. He chose the northwest corner of the ring, which is his favorite. Long followed in a few minutes, accompanied by his manager, Billy Lavigne, Mose La Fontize, James Humes and the Long mascot kid. Long went to the southwest corner, refusing to take the corner diagonally across from the Mexican. After the bandages were on, Duncan McDonald tossed the coin, and Lavigne, for Long, won the toss. Herrera was then forced to go into the northeast corner, diagonally opposite to where Long had selected to sit.

Straight Queensberry Rules.

It was announced that straight Queensberry rules were to govern the contest, the men to protect themselves in the breakaways. William Tremblay of Miles City was announced as timekeeper for the club, and Ted Tennant and D. L. Munroe, a brother of Jack Munroe, looked after the minutes for Long and Herrera, respectively. Regarding the weights, it was announced that neither man had tipped the beam at the prescribed weight, 128 pounds, when they weighed in at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. A telegram was read from Benny Yanger, stating he would meet the winner on Miners' Union day in Butte.

Herrera money was freely offered at 7 to 5, and there were some takers. One bet was $75 to $50. There was an offer of $500 to $250 on Herrera, but it went begging. No one appeared willing to bet the Mexican would knock out Long. The odds on him were too liberal. He was little better than an even money chance.

As there was little real brilliant fighting, a description of the contest by rounds is not interesting. The word "clinch" appeared too often.

1910-05-17 Stanley Ketchel W-KO3 Porky Dan Flynn [Armory Athletic Association, Boston, MA, USA]

1910-05-18 The Boston Journal (Boston, MA) (page 11)

KETCHEL PUTS OUT FLYNN IN THIRD
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But Boston Fighter Puts Up a Game Battle With the Champion.
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Stanley Ketchel knocked out Porky Flynn in three rounds in the main bout at the Armory A. A. last night. There was no question about the knockout, as Flynn was prone on the floor while Maffit Flaherty counted the fatal ten. Porky Flynn is far from a champion, but let no man say that he is not game. Ketchel outclassed Porky and made a most pronounced impression. The knockout came in the third round, but it was quite apparent at the end of the second round that Flynn was nearing his end.

The clubhouse held an overflow gathering, and, while 90 per cent of those present expected to see Flynn go to the center of the ring with his knees knocking together, they were greatly surprised at Porky's gameness. The local youth showed no traces of the white feather and before taking the final count made every effort to give Ketchel a battle.

Ketchel is a fighter from his feet up, and, while he may not be able to beat Sam Langford at catchweights, the Michigander looked as he could scale at the 158-pound middleweight limit. If Langford ever attempted to make that weight the Bostonians who saw the bout last night might like to back Ketchel, but would flock to the standard of the negro at catchweights.

Porky Lands Some Left Jabs.

In the first round Porky started to land some left jabs, and was successful. Ketchel was content to wade in, playing for body punches. "Ketch" started the blood from Flynn's nose just before the round closed, and while the crowd cheered Flynn's efforts kept boring with grim determination.

When the second round opened Flynn made a hurricane opening and the gathering was clearly with him. The local chap slipped to the floor while trying to start a swing, but was up quickly. In this round Porky landed a clean right-hand uppercut and looked good for a while, but when Ketchel started his powerful body punches and shifted that famous left hook to the face Flynn was in a bad way as he feebly wandered to his corner when the bell rang.

Porky, game as the proverbial pebble, tried to flash again as the third round opened, but Ketchel, after deliberately taking several jabs to the face, one of which caused his nose to start bleeding, whipped a right to Porky's jaw and Porky floundered badly. Stanley chased Flynn around the ring and a fusillade of blows, ended by a left jolt to the jaw, sent Flynn down for the count of nine. Pork arose, badly dazed, and a terrific right-hand wallop under the heart ended the bout, and Flynn was practically helpless when the "ten" was counted.

Ketchel is not a showy boxer, but showed that he is a powerful puncher, willing to take punishment in order to land his terrific body blows and slip over as clever a left-hand jolt as has ever been seen in this city. The champion showed last night that he is in very good physical condition.

Results of Preliminaries.

In the first preliminary Joe Beaudrot of Somerville was given the decision over George Dennis of Charlestown. Young Reardon of Brockton was given the decision over Tommy Fox of Somerville at the end of six rounds. Tom Foley of South Boston won from Young Donohue of Lawrence in six rounds.

The program for next week will be as follows. Joe Jeannette v. Andrew Morris in the main bout, Tony Lorenso v. Tom Flanagan, Eddie Carr v. Kidd Betts and Tim Sullivan v. Henry Hall in the preliminaries.


1910-05-18 The Evening Times (Pawtucket, RI) (page 2)

Ketchel Makes Quick Work of Flynn
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Middleweight Champion Scores Knockout in Third Round at Boston--Made Great Showing.
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(By Staff Correspondent of the Times.)

BOSTON, May 18.--Stanley Ketchel, middleweight champion of the world, showed that his nickname of the "Michigan Assassin" is not a misnomer, by mowing down Porky Flynn of Boston in three slashing rounds at the Armory A. A. last night. Although Flynn stood half a head taller than Ketchel and probably had 15 pounds on the champion, he did not have a chance after the first round. The fierce shifts and swings of his rival during the second and third sessions brought the fans to their feet and effectually took the heart out of Flynn, who, after receiving a left to the jaw and a left to the body following a knockdown in the third round, was satisfied to hug the canvas until Referee Maffit Flaherty counted 10.

Flynn took a great deal of punishment in the seven minutes and 30 seconds that he faced the westerner and had he come up again after what proved to be the final knockdown, it would have been but to receive a punch which would have sent him into dreamland.

It was Ketchel's first appearance in Boston and fans to the number of 2500 from all parts of New England crammed into the Armory A. A. to watch him work. The champion proved to be in splendid shape and the way he went after Flynn from the start showed that he was there for business. While some wished that the bout could have lasted longer the majority were satisfied with a view of the "Assassin" in action and his great hitting ability caused admiration and wonder. After the first round Flynn's friends, who hoped that he would be able to stay the scheduled 12 rounds, could see that their favorite was but a 20-1 shot at the best, as his light lefts could not stop the steady advances of the walloping boxer from Michigan.

Ketchel appeared in the ring at 9:48 o'clock and was accompanied by four seconds. He acknowledged the cheers of the fans with a smile and a nod. When he stripped there was a murmur of approval, for it was easily seen he was in fine shape. For 15 seconds or so at the start, Flynn danced away gingerly from the champion, and then surprised the fans by coming at Ketchel and scoring with several good left jabs. Once he caught the champion with a left hook which made Ketchel's eyes snap, but he could not stop the "Assassin's" rushes, whose savage right and left swings fairly whistled through the air.

Near the end of the round Ketchel sent a chugging right into Flynn's body and Porky's face twisted in pain. The blow slowed him up so much that the sound of the gong was very welcome, and he was bleeding from the nose when he went to his corner, Ketchel having started the claret with a straight left.

The beginning of the end was evident in the second, as Flynn, after shooting over several light lefts, started his sprinting tactics. Ketchel caught Flynn with a straight left on the chin and as he clinched Porky responded with a right to the chest. In a neutral corner Flynn fell to the floor in attempting to avoid Ketchel's swings and after he got up he received a left swing that made him put both hands over his face. He was then easy pie for Ketchel, who hammered him against the ropes and had him very weak when the round ended.

Flynn began to run at the start of the third, but Ketchel gave him no rest and kept rushing until with a series of crushing rights and lefts he dropped Flynn for the count of eight. The Boston boy came up wobbly and Ketchel dazed him still more with a right uppercut to the chin. Then, in Flynn's own corner, Ketchel whipped a left to the mouth and swung the same blow to the body. Flynn went down for the final time and was content to stay there until counted out. The third round lasted one minute and 30 seconds.

A flurry of excitement was created when one of Flynn's seconds threw water upon him in an attempt to bring him to, Ketchel saw it and aimed a kick at the man which missed his face by inches. The champion's seconds hurried him to his corner before the disturbance was carried any further.

In the opening bout last night Joe Boudreau of Somerville won the decision over George Dennis of Charlestown in six rounds of fast boxing. In the second bout Young Reardon of Brockton won from Tommy Fox of Charlestown in six rounds.

Tom Foley of South Boston won over Young Donahue of Lawrence in six rounds.

1916-05-16 Johnny Dundee W-PTS12 Matt Wells [Armory Athletic Association, Boston, MA, USA]

1916-05-17 The Boston Daily Globe (Boston, MA) (page 8)

WELLS GETS LACING FROM JOHNNY DUNDEE
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New Yorker Too Fast for the British Boxer
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Battle Becomes One-Sided Affair After the First Round
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Johnny Dundee, the New York Italian lightweight, gave Matt Wells, the ex-champion of England, a bad whaling last night in their 12-round bout at the Armory A. A., and Dundee was given the decision.

It was a one-sided affair after the first round, and it is doubtful if the old ring warrior, Wells, was ever before handed such a mauling. Dundee was too fast and clever for Wells, and in every round jabbed and hooked him in the face, jaw and body repeatedly. Wells stood up under the fusillade of punches fired at him, and was always willing to give Dundee an argument.

Occasionally Wells landed a jab, hook or counter on the body or face. In the opening and seventh sessions Wells landed some stiff left and right hooks on Dundee's jaw, but the latter paid him back tenfold. Dundee paid a great deal of attention to Wells' sore ears and body, and when at close quarters or at long range landed some punches on these spots that made Wells wince.

Dundee showed he was a good infighter and blocker. His footwork was also fine. Time after time Dundee was in such positions that it looked certain that Wells would be able to land a stiff punch, but Dundee's fast footwork got him away from them.

In the opening bout Johnny Downs of South Boston had easy game in Tommy Fox of Charlestown and got the decision at the end of six rounds.

Johnny Donovan of South Boston had a soft thing in the next six rounds. His opponent was Jim Gray of Chelsea. Donovan got the decision.

George Torchy of Milwaukee was another mark. He met George Robinson in the semifinal and was so badly off in the second round that Referee Flaherty stopped the bout and declared Robinson the winner. After the bout Dundee took the 11:15 train for Buffalo to meet Johnny O'Leary tonight.

Johnny Griffiths of Akron will meet Willie Beecher in the feature bout next Tuesday night. Johnny Downs will box Jeff Gallant in a six-round bout. Jim McDonald, the ex-amateur heavyweight, will meet Rob Hardy of the U. S. S. Chester in one eight-round contest, and Charley Byers will clash with Tommy McFarland in another eight-round bout.


1916-05-17 The Boston Journal (Boston, MA) (page 8)

Dundee Gains Award Over Veteran Matt Wells
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NO 50-50 TO THIS BOUT
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"Scotch Wop" Beats Briton All the Way in Twelve Rounds.
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By Jack Malaney

Old Matt Wells is a game old Englishman and a tough old battler for anyone to fool with. But he goes away out of his class when he tackles a fellow like that 'Scotch Wop," Johnny Dundee. He went out of his class last night and tackled the Wop and with painful and unsuccessful results. Fifty-five Flaherty couldn't help but pass over the official decision to Dundee at the end of the main bout at the Armory A. A. show last night. There was absolutely no chance for an argument on the question.

To Wells, Dundee was somewhat like money last night--extremely hard to find or get, at times. Whenever Dundee felt that he didn't want to get near enough to Wells to allow old Matt to connect, he gave an exhibition of his eluding ability. And when Dundee starts to hop around, to jump up and down and in and out and around, he is a difficult proposition for anyone like Wells.

Gives Matt Beating

It was not by eluding Wells nor by his clever ducking and dodging that Dundee came out on top. Quite to the contrary, Johnny handed poor old Matt as merciless a beating as an ordinary man could stand up under for any length of time. In every manner known to modern fistiana did the 'Wop' slam Matt and even though Johnny must have had some feeling for the poor old timer, he failed to show it by his boxing.

Dundee mighty well known to be a boxer of exceptional merit. There never has been a doubt that he was one of the fastest and cleverest men in the country at his weight. But that he was a puncher also never occurred to the fans because they have had little opportunity to see Dundee punch as he would like to. Practically all the way through last night's mill, however, Dundee worked hard to emulate his Chicago rival, Charley White, as a hitter of note. The way he sent blows at Wells was a caution. Whether they were real punches or just feather duster wallops can only be told by old Matt and it is to be doubted that Matt is going to tell.

Dundee All the Way

From the opening session through to the final bell it was just a succession of Dundee wallops, hooks, jabs, uppercuts and everything else. Occasionally Matt did get in a kick or two and again occasionally there appeared to be a little steam behind the wallops which landed pretty clearly. But these scores served a bad purpose. They principally served to bring the Latin in Dundee to the surface. It was a rather wild Dundee who sought to even little mix-ups after Wells, had landed any kind of a blow.

From the point of action there was no fault to find with the mill. Its one-sidedness was not relished though. There was a generous scattering of Italians among the spectators who came for no other purpose than to cheer for their fellow-countryman and cheer they did. To these fans, Dundee's performance was a fine one, but it no doubt got a bit monotonous to the disinterested to see Wells fooled and humiliated so much.

McCarthy Stable Busy

Two (not one as expected) members of the Joe McCarthy stable performed in the preliminaries and, as usual, both came through with victories. Something happened to Dan McCormack so Johnny Donovan was called upon to supply the breach. Donovan had no cinch either for Jimmy Gray, whom he was pitted against, proved to be a tough little husky who could bother.

Gray is a rushing, slam-bang, mauler and one inclined to use his head and elbows through not knowing how to handle them. Donovan's clean hitting and coolness won out for him even though a couple of far-sighted fans thought differently.

His brother members, Johnny Downed, won an award over still another Johnny Munice boy, Tommy Fox. In his last start, Downed beat Red Kelley, Fox's partner.

George Torchy landed in this city from Milwaukee with quite a record to recommend him. But in last night's semi-final bout George Failed to show that he was entitled to any such record. George Robinson, the colored Cambridge battler, handled him so roughly that Flaherty stopped the mill in the second and sent Torchy to his corner.

As has been announced, Johnny Griffiths of Akron, O., will show to Boston fans for the first time next Tuesday night in the main bout with Willie Beecher, that tough New Yorker.


1916-05-17 The Evening Times (Pawtucket, RI) (page 8)

DUNDEE LACES MAT WELLS
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Briton Takes Bad Beating at Hands of New York Lightweight.
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ITALIAN BOXES CLEVERLY.
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After Sixth Round of Boston Bout Wells Has No Chance.
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DONOVAN BEATS GRAY.
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BOSTON, May 17.--Johnny Dundee, the Italian lightweight, beat Matt Wells, the English lightweight champion, every way from the deuce in a 12-round bout at the Armory A. A. last night, and won the verdict of Referee Maffit Flaherty by a mile. Any other fighter but Wells, whose gameness and willingness to take everything that ever came his way has never been questioned, would have quit any time after the sixth round.

The Englishman looked anything but a champion boxer against the wonderful Italian. But all through he kept at it and he was in there at the finish battling just as hard in the final round as in all the others. It was Dundee's fight from the opening to the closing round. Wells returned almost as good as he received in a few frames, but he rarely took the lead. His best round was the fourth. In this inning he connected with several good rights and lefts to Dundee's jaw, and between blocking and sidestepping the flying attacks he managed to make his best showing.

That little advantage was wiped out completely in the succeeding round by Dundee in one of the most furious rounds in the battle. The Italian directed his assault to the midsection, and the hardest fighting ever seen in a local ring took place. Wells weathered the session, and although beaten to every punch and outpointed at every turn, he came out surprisingly fresh for the sixth round.

Dundee Always Busy.

Dundee never missed an opportunity to score. He was as good at long range as he was at short, and Wells was a sorry sight at the finish, while Dundee left the ring unmarked.

Both men weighed in under 136 pounds yesterday afternoon, an agreement they had made. Wells had a few hours in which to take on weight, and he showed his advantage in this respect.

George Touchie of Milwaukee, who met George Robinson in the semi-final bout, never got any nearer the Cambridge boxer than to shake hands with him at the start of the contest. After that Robinson went to work in his usual systematic manner, and in two rounds the visitor from the Cream city was invited to take his corner, a loser.

Johnny Donovan, the champion disposer of set-ups developed in this vicinity in some time, bumped into a sturdy piece of property for once in his career when he faced Jimmy Gray of Chelsea in a six-round bout. Gray knew little about the finer points of the game, but he was willing enough and took a defeat fighting every inch of the way.

Johnny Downs didn't have to extend himself a great deal to outpoint Tommy Fox of Charlestown in the opening six-round bout.

Next week's programme was announced as bringing together Willie Beecher and Johnny Griffiths in the 12-round bout; Charley Byers and Tommy McFarland for eight rounds; Jim McDonald and Robert Hardy of the U. S. S. Chester for eight rounds, and a six-round bout between Jeff Gallant and Johnny Donovan.

1912-05-15 Packey McFarland ND6 Young Erne [National Athletic Club, Philadelphia, PA, USA]

1912-05-16 The Evening Times (Pawtucket, RI) (page 2)

M'FARLAND SIMPLY TOYS WITH ERNE
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PHILADELPHIA, May 14.--Packey McFarland, Chicago, and Young Erne, Philadelphia, fought six rounds before the National A. C. last night, and the Chicago boy made Erne look like a novice.

From the beginning of the fight until the sixth round the spectators continually shouted, "Take 'em off." It looked as though McFarland was not doing his best, and so it proved, for at the beginning of the closing round Packey jabbed and uppercut Erne so persistently that he almost had him out at the close of the fight.

In the first three rounds Erne did not lay a glove on McFarland.

In the fourth Erne hooked a hard right to the jaw, but McFarland simply smiled and sent Erne's head back with a straight left.

In the fifth round Packey went after his man, but he did not put any force into his blows, nearly all of them being with the open hand.

When he started in with the sixth he made Erne's head rock from side to side and bob up and down until the Philadelphia man did not know which way to duck.


1912-05-16 The Philadelphia Inquirer (Philadelphia, PA) (page 10)

MORE EASY MONEY FOR M'FARLAND
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Chicago Lad Toys With Young Erne in Bout That Is Real Funny
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Local Lad Is Outclassed From the Start Not Even Mussing Packey's Hair in Six Rounds
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The little pink tea party given last evening at the National A. C. by Mr. Packey McFarland, of Chicago, and Young Erne, of this city, which was attended by several thousands of their admirers, the honors were so easily copped by Packey that a large section of the crowd started to get their wraps before the last course had been served. And in making an early departure the unfortunates missed the only bit of realism of the entertainment. At no time was there any danger of the police interfering because of ungentlemanly or brutal conduct on the part of the contestants, but when the final bell sounded Erne was decidedly frapped. Had the bout continued a minute or so longer he might have needed assistance to descend from the ring.

When the curtain went up, the referee in introducing the entertainers announced that they had both complied with the requirements and weighed in at 3 P. M. at 138 pounds. Then the festivities started, and many a good laugh was enjoyed by those who had paid well for the privilege. To start things and just to feel out the humor of his opponent, McFarland playfully tapped Erne on the face with his left. Whereupon Erne covered up, and Packey again striking his glove to the face turned his man around and planted a punch on the back of Yi Yi's head.

It was rather unexpected, pleasantly and it amused the crowd, but when the visitor from Chicago continued his playful tactics and then stood in front of his petrified opponent laughing and refusing to hit him there was a real shout.

It was not until the third round that Erne essayed to make a break for freedom. He launched a right swing with terrific force. Packey ducked and the force of the blow carried Erne off his pins and landed him on his knees. In the next round Erne missed right and left swings and nearly went over the ropes.

There were some among the onlookers who were in favor of Mr. McGuigan taking them off the stage, but the bout continued. At the start of the fifth Erne cut a flash and did a little boring in. His nose was badly handled by McFarland in the melee.

Everyone expected something to break loose in the sixth and they were not disappointed. After the first minute of quiet, Erne started to do things. He rushed in and landed a good punch on Packey's snoot that brought the claret. Then the real thing began. McFarland cut loose and hammered Erne all over the ring, landing rights to body and lefts to head. Three times he put left swings to the head and followed it up with a right swing to the body that opened up Erne's safety valve and he lost all his steam. He was driven to the ropes and pasted good and hard as the bell rang.


1912-05-16 Trenton Evening Times (Trenton, NJ) (page 14)

PACKEY M'FARLAND BEAT YOUNG ERNE
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PHILADELPHIA, May 16.--Packey McFarland again demonstrated his superiority over Young Erne of this city, by outpointing the local youth in a six-round bout at the National A. C. last night.

The scrap was hardly up to what might have been expected of this pair of heavy lightweights. At no time during the entire six rounds did Erne appear to have a chance with the shifty "Stockyards Champion," and he covered in every round to save himself.

McFarland was never forced to extend himself, but kept Erne on the defensive by the almost constant use of a straight left jab. Packey also seemed a trifle merciful toward the local entry, and several times used light slaps when opportunities for heavier wallops presented themselves.

Both men were in excellent condition at the start. They made the required weight of 138 pounds at 3 o'clock and started the bout in careful style.

Toward the end of the fourth round Erne tried to overcome the lead held by his opponent, but his attempts to rush McFarland were useless. The Middle Westerner sent him back each time with jabs, and could have done more serious damage had he so desired.

1908-05-14 Joe Gans W-TKO11 Rudy Unholz [Coliseum, San Francisco, CA, USA]

1908-05-15 The San Francisco Call (San Francisco, CA) (page 12)

Joe Gans Stops "Boer" Unholz Handily in Eleven Rounds
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Champion Outfights Clumsy Opponent
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A Right to the Jaw Brings Unequal Contest to an End
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By R. A. Smyth

The lightweight championship title, which Joe Gans has held for six years, was not menaced when he met Boer Unholz last night in the Coliseum. Gans had Unholz helpless in the eleventh round and Referee Jack Welch stopped the affair, as it was evident that the Boer could not defend himself against the alert boxer who had steadied himself for the final effort.

The fight bore out all that The Call said about it, as in no stage did Unholz have a chance with Gans. He had absolutely no boxing style and the only qualities that carried him as far as he went were his extreme awkwardness and ruggedness. The majority of the boys who take part in the four round bouts here outclass him completely in their knowledge of the game.

PLAYS FOR BOER'S EYE

Unholz fought with his shoulder held high in order to protect his jaw, and when he crouched down he presented no vulnerable part for the usually unerring blows of the champion. In order to get him to straighten up Gans commenced to play for Unholz' left eye, and this soon seemed as large to the spectators as the famous target of the Mulligan guards. It did not seem possible for Gans to miss it, and it fairly amused the spectators to see the helplessness of the Boer in protecting that point.

Gans had his man pretty thoroughly cut down in the fifth round, and after that it seemed the end would come at any time. There was some theatrical play in the seventh round which the spectators could not understand.

The men were in a clinch and Unholz was trying for the body when Gans pushed his hand aside and shot a left hook to the chin. Unholz staggered back a step and Gans put a right to the ear. Unholz tried to save himself from going down by catching Gans, but failed. He fell to the mat, and Teddy Wolff tossed a towel into the ring, signaling that the defeat of Unholz was acknowledged.

BELL SAVES UNHOLZ

Joe Thomas, Unholz' manager, and the other seconds in the corner did not try to restrain Wolff, but Referee Jack Welch refused to heed the signal and ordered the men to proceed. To the spectators it seemed prearranged in order to save Unholz from being knocked out. The bell saved Unholz in the eighth round from a knockout, as Gans dazed him with a left hook to the jaw.

Again in the tenth round it seemed the end had come. Joe sent his famous right hand to the jaw, his glove not traveling more than four inches. Unholz fell into his arms and then sank to the floor. He showed his appreciation of theatrical effect by crawling on his hands and knees to the side of the ring and lifting himself up by the ropes. He was on his feet at the end of eight seconds and showed by his actions that he had been shamming.

Early in the eleventh round Gans landed a left hook to the jaw and followed this with a hard right to the jaw. Unholz went down dazed and was down some seven seconds. When he stood up he turned his back on Gans, who was standing quietly by, and commenced boxing with an imaginary opponent in his own corner. It seemed too ridiculous to be the true actions of a man in his condition, but Referee Welsh accepted it as genuine rather than take a chance of having a helpless man injured and motioned him to his corner, giving Gans the fight.

Unholz was badly cut about his face, but the $3,000 he received for his share with the $1,000 his manager, Joe Thomas, received will compensate him for his experience with the hard hitting Gans. The latter was fighting for a percentage, and under the peculiar conditions he will receive less for winning than the businesslike Boer will get for losing.