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Sunday, June 23, 2013

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.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

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.

Monday, June 17, 2013

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.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

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."

Thursday, May 2, 2013

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.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

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.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

1900-04-17 Terry McGovern ND6 Tommy White [Tattersall's, Chicago, IL, USA]

1900-04-18 The Chicago Daily Tribune (Chicago, IL) (page 6)
WHITE STAYS THE LIMIT.
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McGOVERN FAILS TO WIN AT TATTERSALL'S
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Chicago Boxer Stands Him Off by Clever Defensive Work for Five Rounds and Surprises Him in the Closing Round by Taking the Aggressive--Crowd Grows Wildly Enthusiastic Over the Exhibition--McGovern Complains of Too Much Clinching.
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For eighteen minutes last night Tommy White stood in the path of a McGovern cyclone and emerged comparatively unscathed at the finish. In addition to this the Chicago 126-pounder started a little whirlwind on his own account at the finish which sent the Brooklyn wonder to his corner with a look of regret on his face. McGovern was sad because White had as he claimed hung on to him unnecessarily.

The 9,000 spectators who journeyed to Tattersall's to witness the encounter cared naught for this. They had seen the phenomenal Terry in action for six full rounds and had seen a local man accompany him the entire distance. As round after round went by and White walked to his corner the cheering grew louder and louder. And when in the last round White started his own little breeze of uppercuts and jabs the crowd broke out in wild applause, which was renewed as the contestants in the memorable battle filed their way to the dressing-rooms.

It was a contest that will live long on the local annals of the game. McGovern, who had been seen in four contests in the same ring, had easily disposed of Rotchford, Haley, Smith and Santry, and was thought by most of the crowd to be able to give White his quietus before the end of the six rounds. In this he failed signally, and though he lost no friends by his failure, the honors of the go were given to White.

The one weak point of the contest was the agreement that if both men were on their feet there was to be no decision. The concession, it is claimed, was demanded by Sam Harris, McGovern's manager, by reason of his man having to concede ten pounds in weight. It is doubtful if White weighed more than five pounds over his opponent, but he was willing to accede to the request, and the Tattersall's association announced the conditions previous to the contest.

What the result would have been had a decision been rendered rests with Referee Siler.

McGovern Is the Aggressor.

McGovern was the aggressor in the first five rounds, and though many times wild in his attack he sent home many hard blows on his opponent. White clinched many times to save himself and had a clean knockdown registered against him. All this while he put up a good game fight and kept his faculties in fast working order. In the last round he cleanly outpointed his man, but it is doubtful if his work in this would have entitled him to an even break. White, in addition to having a slight advantage in height, weight, and reach, was in better condition. Not that McGovern was much out of shape, but coming in after being on the road with a show does not leave a man exactly on edge. His vigorous style of fighting, if continued for a few rounds, is bound to tell, and this was the case last night, for after the first three rounds the champion slowed down and his blows lacked their usual steam.

It was 10:40 o'clock before the preliminary bouts were over. These were of mediocre character, the Schultz-Sherlock bout being the best contested. Barney Connors was too heavy and strong for Billy Elmer of San Francisco, the actor-pugilist. Though defeated, Elmer put up a game fight and took a hard grueling until his seconds mercifully threw up the towel. Jack Moffat, who made his first appearance since he broke his left forearm against George Gardiner in New York, entered the ring too soon and again fractured a small bone. The injury, though not so serious as the first one, will keep him out of the ring for some time. In Jim Adams of Omaha he met an opponent fully fifteen pounds heavier than himself. Moffat was aggressive throughout and had a long lead in every round. His punches, however, were not as strong as usual and Adams, who put up a thoroughly game fight, was apparently unmarked at the finish. Moffat got the decision.

After the pair had left the ring there was a short pause and then the cheering announced the coming of the principals in the windup. White, accompanied by Harry Gilmore, Henry Stender, and Willie McGurn, was the first to enter the ring. McGovern came a few seconds later with Sam Harris, Kid Bernstein, Charley Mayhood, and his constant attendant, Constable Nelson.

Terry a Believer in Luck.

White had seated himself in the corner occupied by McGovern in his previous fights, and Terry, deeming it his lucky seat, insisted on tossing for it. He won, and White smilingly took the opposite chair. After receiving instructions from Referee Siler the men sat smiling awaiting the tap of the bell. White shook his fist at McGovern, who broadened his smile in response.

The gong sounded, and McGovern almost sprinted across the ring to White. White, unliked many of the Brooklynite's victims, did not appear to be hypnotized by the fast moving fists confronting him. McGovern finally let go a right which landed on White's shoulder, and the battle was on. The little Brooklynite was the personification of energy, and White's defensive abilities were taxed to the utmost. He ducked, clinched, and blocked as best he could, but the flail-like arms of Terry were ever on the move, and many blows went home.

The I-told-you-so portion of the crowd settled down, looking for a speedy termination. White slipped over, and rested on his knee for a count of eight. He then jabbed Terry's face to show he was still in the fight. McGovern then fell over, and a few seconds later White did the same thing. McGovern then let go a left swing, which White avoided by dropping to his knee. The bell rang and the first stage of the journey was reached.

The looked-for knockout did not materialize in the second round. McGovern began a fusillade of short-arm blows for the body, but here White's generalship came into play, and he soon clinched to a safe position.

In the middle of the round White took a hand at attacking, and two stiff jabs on Terry's nose brought applause. Terry never let up in his attack, but many times was wild. He would make a short swing with his left and then send his right hard, followed by another left, and they came so fast that White, clever as he was, had to take them. Terry went to his corner, his reddened face showing signs of his exertion.

Sets White's Eye to Bleeding.

Early in the third round McGovern sent his right over White's right eye, cutting a bad gash from which the blood flowed freely. Terry was anxious and wildly forced the pace. He tried a hard left uppercut and fell against White on the ropes. After much hard fighting Terry swung his left to the breast, scoring a clean knockdown. White did not appear dazed, but took a count of eight, and when Terry foxily walked behind him he wheeled around on his knees and faced him. The sound of the bell brought a rousing cheer from the crowd, which began to realize that White had a good chance to go the limit.

In the fourth round McGovern again fell over after making two wild swings. McGovern got White in the corner and rained in several savage blows, but White came out strong and fought back.

Fighting in the fifth round was slower. When the sixth started most of the spectators looked for a repetition of the previous rounds, with White mostly on the defensive. After several clinches White suddenly let himself out. Starting his attack with a long, swinging uppercut, he connected hard with Terry's body. Then he drove a similar blow to the chin, followed with another. McGovern was astonished, even if not damaged, and set out to reply in kind. White met him with a stiff left jab and then again uppercut him. He had all the better of the round, and stalled McGovern's hard rush at the finish by clinching.

McGovern said after the battle that it was a hard task to give a man weight and then have him hang on.

"He's too quick and too heavy for me," the little champion added. "And let me tell you that anybody who says White can't hit hard is a fool. He hit me harder than anybody I ever met."

White said: "The blow which cut my eye was not one that McGovern delivered, but was the result of his rushing into me; but of course that is the luck of a fight. The blow which McGovern landed on my jaw in the first round was the hardest I ever got in my life; but when I got up I was all right and I said to myself: 'Well, I don't believe he can land one any harder than that and it didn't put me out, so I'm all right.'"

Fight by Rounds.

FIRST ROUND--Both sparred cautiously for a few seconds. White was the first to lead, putting a left jab on Terry's jaw. McGovern rushed, landing a storm of blows on White's body, forcing him to the ropes. McGovern then fell short with a left swing. White countered lightly with a left to the face. McGovern rushed, landing a left on the body and a right on the head, White keeping away. McGovern kept after his man, attempting to swing a left to the head and a right to the body. White put in a stiff left on Terry's mouth. White was cool and confident. On the next rush, however, McGovern knocked him to the floor with a left on the head. White took the limit and came up strong and as Terry rushed he placed a stiff left in the Easterner's face. McGovern swung left and right and missed both, falling to the floor from the force of his own blows. He got up immediately and, rushing, wrestled White to the floor. Tommy got up at once and landed a right on Terry's ear. Just as the gong sounded McGovern dropped White with a left hook to the chin.

SECOND ROUND--White landed two lefts to the face. McGovern then rushed White, pounding him badly with right and left, and forcing him to a clinch. When they broke McGovern landed a right on the ribs, and followed with another to the pit of the stomach. White did not flinch, but as Terry came at him sent a stiff left and right to body. McGovern whipped his left to stomach and swung a hard right to jaw, staggering White. White jabbed his left to face, McGovern coming back with a left hook to the body. White jabbed his left twice to the face. McGovern then rushed, swinging right and left to the face, and followed with two lefts to chin, putting Tommy to the bad again. McGovern then rushed White around the ring, but was unable to reach him with effect, Tommy jabbing his left three times to the face without return. Just before the gong sounded Terry swung a hard right to White's eye, cutting it slightly.

THIRD ROUND--White landed a left in the face and then sent it to the jaw. McGovern landed a left and right to the neck and eye, opening the cut. White jabbed a left to the face and a right on the head and then uppercut with his right, and in the clinch put his right hard to the ribs when they broke away. White put in a hard left on the nose and ducked a right swing. McGovern rushed and put a left swing on White's jaw, then missed right and left swings. McGovern put a right to the body and left to the face with apparent effect. McGovern swung right to ribs. Then, with another right to the stomach, he sent Tommy to the floor, White taking a five count. Tommy went to his corner bleeding badly from his eye.

FOURTH ROUND--McGovern came up full of business and rushed, but received four hard lefts on the face. McGovern swung a hard left to White's bad eye and a stiff right on the ribs, following it with two lefts on the jaw, forcing White on the ropes. McGovern swung left and right, but missed both, and fell to the floor. Getting up he put in a hard right on the ribs, then rushing Tommy into a neutral corner almost forced him to the floor with a perfect shower of blows. Tommy finally fought himself free and put a stiff left to the face as McGovern followed him. White landed a left hook to the face and right to the jaw, and followed it with two left jabs to Terry's mouth.

FIFTH ROUND--McGovern opened with two left jabs and they came to a clinch. He forced the fighting and swung a left to the nose, and another clinch followed. White twice jabbed cleanly without return, and McGovern again came after him, and they clinched. McGovern sent a straight left to the stomach and again they clinched. McGovern, who was tiring, sent left and right to the body, and again they clinched. The fighting was slow and a few hisses were heard. McGovern sent a right to the wind and brought his left up to the face. McGovern continued to force, and White did some clever ducking. McGovern hooked his right to the kidneys and the bell rang.

SIXTH ROUND--McGovern, acting under instructions, went in to force the fighting, but found White all there, and they clinched three times in succession. White made a wonderful rally. He swung his right to the head. McGovern sent his left to the wind and they clinched. White sent a long swinging uppercut to the chin and the crowd went wild as he twice repeated the dose. Terry was rattled and White easily avoided his rush. White jabbed with his left to the face and again sent a right uppercut. This he followed with two jabs. They clinched several times during the remainder of the round, which was all in favor of White on points.

Results of Preliminaries.

The first preliminary to the McGovern-White fight was between Young Malone and Sammy Keefe of Chicago at 118 pounds. The fight was stopped in the third round, Keefe being practically out.

Kid Schultz was given the decision over Joe Sherlock at the end of the sixth round. The men fought at 122 pounds.

Barney Connors of Chicago defeated Billy Elmer, the actor, of San Francisco in the third round, the fight being stopped by Referee Siler. Elmer was knocked down clean in the first round, again in the second, but knocked Connors against the ropes immediately after regaining his feet.

Elmer was groggy when he went to his corner in the second and was weak when he came up for the third. Connors battered him badly, and when the fight was stopped Elmer was covered with blood. He made a remarkably game fight, and resisted fiercely when his seconds tried to take him to his corner. The round had gone one minute and ten seconds when Connors was given the decision. The men fought at 150 pounds.

"Kid" Garfield was given the decision on points over Henry Lumbard at the end of six rounds.

Jack Moffatt of Chicago outpointed Jim Adams of Omaha in six rather slow rounds. This was Moffatt's first appearance since he broke his left arm in a fight in New York several months ago, but in spite of that handicap the fight was his from the first. Moffatt injured his arm in the final round, but not seriously.


1900-04-18 The Daily Inter Ocean (Chicago, IL) (page 8)
TOMMY WHITE LASTS
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Chicago Man Makes a Clever Showing Against McGovern.
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SIX FIERCE ROUNDS
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Both Men on Their Feet at the Finish of the Fight.
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Referee Siler, in Accordance with an Agreement Between the Fighters, Gives No Decision.
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He is a very game fighter, and a clever general. He was too big for me. He is a great big feather-weight, and I was giving him, anyhow, ten pounds the better of it. I weighed only a fraction over 122 pounds in the Turkish bath this afternoon. If anybody thinks White cannot hit I can tell the man a different story. I knew he was a good man when I was fighting preliminaries. That's all. He was too big and awful quick.--Terry McGovern.

He can hit harder than that. He is the greatest hitter I ever met in all my career. The first round was the only one in which he hurt me much. He caught me in the jaw, and I thought my head would fly over to the West Side. I clinched in a daze, and when my head became clear again I figured out that if that blow could not put me out none he had could. While it hurt awfully, it gave me confidence. About the body blows? Well, they do you no good. He is a grand little fighter, and very fair. The cut I got over the left eye was not done by a blow. It came from a butt, but it was unintentional on McGovern's part. He was fighting all the time; but honestly, after that first wallop in the jaw failed to do the work I felt that I was safe.--Tommy White.

Terry McGovern, the champion featherweight of the world, was unable to knock out Tommy White in six rounds at Tattersall's last night, and according to the agreement entered into before the battle, there was no decision. The 12,000 people who were packed into the big building cheered the contestants to the echo.

White put up a game battle, and, not content to be the receiving end of the battery all the time, he carried the fighting into McGovern's territory on a number of occasions during the eighteen minutes of fighting. Both fought their best, and there wasn't much to choose between the pair when the final bell rang.

The crowd didn't like the announcement made in the early part of the contest that there was to be no decision if both men stood the six rounds, but this was the desire of Sam Harris, McGovern's manager. Harris said he did not want to give so much away in weight and then take a chance of his man's being outpointed. There did not seem to be such a great difference in the weights, however, when the men stacked up at the beginning of the first round. Terry wore his usual Irish flag for a belt, and Tommy wore no belt at all.

White was the first to land. It was a light left, and did not ruffle Terry. McGovern then commenced the tactics that have won him many a battle, but they did not avail against White, who blocked cleverly and alternated with left jabs to the face and occasional right uppercuts. Terry, however, was now slow, and his right and left kept working like trip-hammers.

It was about the same in the succeeding rounds. White's left played an important part in the contest, and Terry's right and left went to the jaw and body time and again. The crowd went wild at the close, and cheer after cheer greeted White's showing.

Jack Moffat obtained the decision over Jim Adams of Omaha in six rounds. Moffat's arm, which was recently broken, troubled him a great deal, and he was not able to knock his man out, although he had no trouble at all in defeating him.

Billy Elmer found a Tartar in Barney Connors, the rolling-mill man, and a kind-hearted referee was the only thing that prevented a knock-out. As it was, Siler stopped the contest about the middle of the third round, when Elmer was all but gone.

Referee Bardell stopped the Young Malone-Sam Keefe bout in the third round, and gave the decision to Malone. The other man was far up Queer street when the contest was stopped.

Kid Garfield won from Henry Lumbard in six rounds, and Kid Shultz beat Joe Sherlock in six.

The summaries follow:

Story of the Fight.

Young Malone and Sam Keefe were the first pair to oppose each other. They weighed in at 118 pounds; both are local men. Jimmy Bardell acted as referee.

The first round was fairly even, with plenty of vicious blows on face and body exchanged. Malone had all the better of the second round, and sent Keefe to the floor once by a succession of body punches. Malone was the fresher of the two at the beginning of the third. He went right at his opponent's body and landed some stiff blows. Keefe tried occasionally for the head, but did no damage. He finally grew so weak that Referee Bardell stopped the bout and awarded the decision to Malone.

Henry Lumbard and Kid Garfield were the next pair up. They weighed in at 115 pounds, and are both of Chicago. Jimmy Bardell was the referee. Some pretty work was indulged in in the first round, but neither hurt the other to any appreciable extent. The men fought viciously in the second, and Lumbard had a slight shade. He fell to his knees once, but got up in an instant. Both men were well trained, and showed little effect of the blows they received. Honors were even in the third round, and the crowd frequently applauded the clever, fast work of the men. Lumbard landed on the head frequently in the fourth, but once, when Garfield sent a stiff one to the jaw, Henry was content to hug for a while. They were sparring at the bell.

The fast work in the preceding four rounds did not affect either of the contestants, and they were as chipper at the beginning of the fifth as at the beginning of the first. They gave a good exhibition, and pleased the crowd. Both went for the decision at the sound of the bell that started the sixth round. Garfield staggered his man with a right on the jaw after some hard exchanges. Lumbard sent a right to the ear, and Garfield a left and right hard to face. Lumbard clinched when Garfield sent him against the ropes with a hard right to the jaw. The last part of the round favored Garfield, and he was awarded the decision.

The third bout of the evening was between Kid Schultz and Joe Sherlock, at 122 pounds. Malachy Hogan was the referee.

The men started in at the sound of the bell as though they meant business. They sent and received plenty of rights and lefts on the body and head. Sherlock's left ear was badly cut by a jab from Schultz, and it bled profusely. The Kid found Joe's body and face frequently in the second, and had the better of the argument all through. Sherlock went to the floor in a clinch and stayed down five seconds. He was groggy at the bell.

Joe tried running tactics when the third began, and for a while they proved successful. Schultz finally cornered his man and put right and left on the body. They remained close to each other to the end of the round, and Sherlock managed to return a few of Schultz's blows.

The fourth round was fast and hard enough to please any one, Schultz having the better of it. However, Sherlock sent a few rights to the jaw that staggered his man. The fifth round was in Schultz's favor by a safe margin. Sherlock made his best showing in the last round, but was unable to overcome Schultz's big lead and the latter was awarded the decision.

Billy Elmer, the actor pugilist, and Barney Connors, the rolling-mill man, were the next to appear. George Siler was the referee. Clean breaks were announced for this bout.

First Round--Elmer ducked a hard left. Connors sent left and right to the body, and Elmer sent left to the face. They exchanged hard rights. Elmer sent right and left to the body. Connors put Elmer down with a left on the jaw. The latter took the count. Connors was wrestled to the floor, but was up in an instant. Elmer landed often enough, but his blows lacked steam.

Second Round--Elmer sent a left to the face and Connors returned the same kind of a blow. They clinched. Barney sent a hard left to the jaw and put two rights on the body. Elmer ducked a hard left. Connors sent right and left to head. He knocked Elmer down with a hard right on the jaw. Billy took the nine count. They clinched and Connors almost went through the ropes when he missed a left.

Third Round--They sparred. Connors put a light left on the body, then staggered Elmer twice with lefts and rights to the head. Elmer ducked a good left. Connors smashed Elmer's eye with a right, cutting it terribly. Elmer was game, but almost out when Referee Siler stopped the bout and awarded Connors the decision. The third round lasted one minute and ten seconds.

Moffat Defeats Adams.

The semi-windup of the evening was between Jack Moffat of this city and Jim Adams of Omaha. Malachy Hogan was the referee. The men fought at catch weights.

They began operations carefully when the bell sounded. Moffat sent a left to the head and a right to the body a moment later. Jack did most of the leading and landing, and it was not until the contest was two minutes old that Adams woke up. When he did he made it interesting for a few seconds, but soon was content to let the local man do the punching.

Moffat reached the jaw hard early in the second. They clinched. Jack sent his right to the head. He landed left and right on face. Adams missed three or four good leads for the jaw. Moffat tried hard for a knock-out, and had all the better of the round. Adams reached the jaw with the right when the third began, and fierce fighting at close quarters followed. Jack sent right to the body, and Jim right to the head. Adams slipped down without being hit. Moffat sent two lefts to the jaw, and Adams appeared tired. They were clinched a good part of the time. Moffat sent left to the body and right to the jaw. Adams reached the head, and Moffat landed a stiff left on the jaw just before the bell rang.

The men came together in lively fashion when the fourth round began, and the crowd cheered. After several exchanges Moffat sent Jim down with a straight left, fairly on the point of the jaw. Hogan counted seven before Adams got up. The remainder of the round was all Moffat's.

The Chicagoan tried hard for a knock-out in the fifth, but Adams' very awkwardness prevented it. He was unable to land more than one or two blows himself, but Jack's frequent punches were either not clean enough or not hard enough to do the trick.

Jack rushed his man in the sixth and reached the jaw with a hard right. He sent lefts and rights to the body and head, and a light exchange of lefts followed. Moffat reached the jaw with two lefts in succession, and then smashed rights and lefts on the jaw at will. Clinching was all that saved Adams. Referee Hogan had difficulty in breaking the men. Adams was all but out at the bell, and the referee awarded Moffat the decision.

Moffat complained of his injured arm after the bout.

White Faces McGovern.

A slight delay and the ring was cleared for the grand wind-up of the evening between Terry McGovern, the Brooklyn wonder, and Tommy White, the popular 126-pound champion. Cheers marked the entrance of White into the ring. He was closed followed by McGovern. The stocky, ruddy Terry looked a sharp contrast to the tall, pale local man.

Sam Harris, George Maywood, and Kid Bernstein were the seconds of McGovern, while Harry Gilmore, Ed Ready, Harry Stender, and Willie McGurn looked after White. George Siler was the referee.

Tommy won the toss for corners and selected McGovern's favorite place. He gave it up to the conqueror of Dixon, however, and the crowd applauded. The usual instructions preceded the first bell.

First Round--They sparred, and then White landed a light left on the head. McGovern rushed White to the ropes. Terry hooked the right to the head and sent his left to the face. Tom blocked a left. Mac landed a hard left on the stomach. White sent his left to the face. Terry misses with the left. He then landed right and left on the head. Terry sent Tom down with a left on the jaw. White got up after counting six. Mac sent his left and right to the body. McGovern slipped to the floor. Tommy sent a left to the face and was wrestled down. They mixed it up. White went down from a left on the face.

Second Round--Tom sent two lefts to the face and Terry landed fast lefts and rights on the body. The local man clinched. Mac sent a hard right to the body and White clinched again. Tommy lifted a swift uppercut to the body. Fast infighting followed. Then Tommy sent another left to the head. Terry replied with a hard right to the chin. Tom landed a straight left on the chin. Terry jolted a left to the chin. They clinched. Terry landed a right on the jaw. Tom sent a hard right to the head. The Brooklynite was after his opponent like a bull. White sent a left to the head, and Terry landed a hard left on the face at the bell.

Third Round--Terry missed a right for the head. Tommy landed a left on the face. They clinched, and the Chicagoan's right eye was badly cut. Terry sent a left to the jaw. Tom landed two lefts on the head and put a right on the jaw. Terry sent right to the body and missed several rights and lefts. The Brooklynite staggered Tom with lefts and rights. Mac reached the body with a right. White went to the floor under a left hook. He got up at the nine count and they clinched. Mac was sending lefts and rights in when the bell rang.

Fourth Round--White sent three lefts to the face. Terry landed a left on the jaw. Mac ripped in a right to the stomach and the men clinched. They exchanged lefts and Terry sent a left to the jaw. He then sent a left to the face, missing two rights, and fell down. White slipped and fell. Mac sent a left to the face and Tom did the like. Mac rushed White to the corner and sent rights and lefts into the head and body. Mac punched the stomach and Tommy sent a left to the face. They were clinched at the bell.

Fifth Round--Mac jolted the face with his left. Tommy put his left on the face. Mac landed lefts and rights on the body and kept after White. Tommy kept his left in Terry's face. Terry sent a right to the body. Mac sent right and left to the body. Tommy was very tired. They clinched. Siler had to break them. Mac ducked several lefts and sent three lefts to the face and a right to the body. Tommy clinched. Terry was fighting hard in a clinch at the bell.

Sixth Round--They shook hands. Terry sent a left to the face and Tom clinched. Mac fought like a demon, and Terry ripped in a left to the body. Mac ducked a left. Tom sent a left to the face. Mac sent right and left to the body. Tom sent a hard right uppercut to the chin. Both were fighting like mad men. Tom kept trying with right uppercuts. Terry did not try to guard Tom's lefts, but tried for a knock-out. However, he could not reach the jaw in the manner he desired. They just broke from a clinch when the bell rang.