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kikibalt wrote:

From left, CARLOS CHAVEZ, IKE WILLIAMS ,JACK DEMPSEY, BERNARD DOCUSEN, and MAXIE DOCUSEN, this photo taken at Jack Dempseys house

Frank, Thanks for the photo.....

LOS ANGELES (AP)- Art Aragon, the Golden Boy of California boxing, went out Thursday night like the champion he never became. Aragon, a boxer for half of his 32 years, said he would quit if he lost this one to Alvaro Gutierrez a tough mexican. He lost. Art was bloody, bushed and beaten when referee Tommy Hart stopped it in the ninth round. But if his competence was gone, his courage persisted, he was ready to go on. Aragon, talkative and provocative, usually gets a lot of abuse from the fight crowd. This time, many of the 8,100 at Olympic Auditorium gave him a standing ovation, some of them shouting as though carried away by the final act of a tragic opera. In the dressing room, Art didn't say that he will retire.
"I want to think about it a couple of days", he said......Frank this is from a old newspaper clipping.....

kikibalt wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:Watched the replay, what Art Aragon might say . . .

Manny Pacquiao didn't carry anybody (my opinion). Shane dogged it the distance. Agree Pac needed to work harder after knockdown.
Pac's biggest challenge was finding an opponent willing to fight. A cash-out fight.
In the early 70's, I met Art Aragon in the office of his Bail Bond business in downtown L.A. near the County Jail.
A buddy, who today is known as actor Reb Brown, needed a bond over a battery issue from a bouncer job he had at the time.
Of course, when I heard the word's "bail bond" my mind went to Art Aragon. I bring Reb to Art Aragon. I introduce Reb as an amateur boxer from the Flores stable.
The Golden Boy looks Brown up & down and says, "He doesn't look like boxer, he looks more like a cocker spaniel."
I almost fell to my knees laughing, Reb's mouth dropped, like a scolded schoolboy.
The reason I bring up Aragon's name is we talked about a fighter who looked like he quit in his last pro fight.
Art said, "Why not? I did. Never bet on a guy who tells you beforehand that's he's fighting for the last time. He's going to lay down."

Who would know better?

Art Aragon was good with his one-liners, but he didn't quit in his last fight vs Alvaro Gutierrez, Connie and I were ringside for Art's last fight in 1960 and I can tell you he didn't quit.He was too proud of a fighter to have quit. Art was down in the first round and than took a beating for the next 8 rounds, he was still on his feet when the ref stopped the fight in the 9th round. Art just didn't have it anymore at that point. A few years back it would have been a different fight. Many thanks to Art Aragon for the memories of my youth.

My friend Wicho Morales fought on the card, Wicho and I would spar often at the Teamsters Gym.

Paul, that newspaper clipping is just like I saw it.

telboy66 wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:

telboy66 wrote:
Rick there is not a boxing venue in London that can match the electric atmosphere of the York hall I Try to get there as often as I can & will be back there on June 7Th for the "prizefighter " competition . it only holds about 2,000 but every one a die hard boxing fan

It's my goal to see a fight there one day. Hopefully the next time in the U.K.

When your next in London Rick it will be my pleasure to take you there

That would be great, Tell!

kikibalt wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:Watched the replay, what Art Aragon might say . . .

Manny Pacquiao didn't carry anybody (my opinion). Shane dogged it the distance. Agree Pac needed to work harder after knockdown.
Pac's biggest challenge was finding an opponent willing to fight. A cash-out fight.
In the early 70's, I met Art Aragon in the office of his Bail Bond business in downtown L.A. near the County Jail.
A buddy, who today is known as actor Reb Brown, needed a bond over a battery issue from a bouncer job he had at the time.
Of course, when I heard the word's "bail bond" my mind went to Art Aragon. I bring Reb to Art Aragon. I introduce Reb as an amateur boxer from the Flores stable.
The Golden Boy looks Brown up & down and says, "He doesn't look like boxer, he looks more like a cocker spaniel."
I almost fell to my knees laughing, Reb's mouth dropped, like a scolded schoolboy.
The reason I bring up Aragon's name is we talked about a fighter who looked like he quit in his last pro fight.
Art said, "Why not? I did. Never bet on a guy who tells you beforehand that's he's fighting for the last time. He's going to lay down."

Who would know better?

Art Aragon was good with his one-liners, but he didn't quit in his last fight vs Alvaro Gutierrez, Connie and I were ringside for Art's last fight in 1960 and I can tell you he didn't quit.He was too proud of a fighter to have quit. Art was down in the first round and than took a beating for the next 8 rounds, he was still on his feet when the ref stopped the fight in the 9th round. Art just didn't have it anymore at that point. A few years back it would have been a different fight. Many thanks to Art Aragon for the memories of my youth.

My friend Wicho Morales fought on the card, Wicho and I would spar often at the Teamsters Gym.

I knew that Art was joking. Shane wasn't, he dogged it.
A few weeks back when I was working with Audie Aragon, we discussed his Dad's quick wit and classic one liners.
Audie said toward the end, he still was quick with a comment despite dementia.
As the Golden Boy's mind aged, he would become a bit forgetful, but not when it came to his boxing career.
The one-liners were always there, but it was difficult to get much more than that.
Audie would tell me, "toward the end, he chose to tell a funny story even if not entirely accurate."
In due course, I will share Audie's memory of his dad and the last years of his life.
You were lucky, Frank. Lucky to be a part of that great era.

Rick Farris wrote:

kikibalt wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:Watched the replay, what Art Aragon might say . . .

Manny Pacquiao didn't carry anybody (my opinion). Shane dogged it the distance. Agree Pac needed to work harder after knockdown.
Pac's biggest challenge was finding an opponent willing to fight. A cash-out fight.
In the early 70's, I met Art Aragon in the office of his Bail Bond business in downtown L.A. near the County Jail.
A buddy, who today is known as actor Reb Brown, needed a bond over a battery issue from a bouncer job he had at the time.
Of course, when I heard the word's "bail bond" my mind went to Art Aragon. I bring Reb to Art Aragon. I introduce Reb as an amateur boxer from the Flores stable.
The Golden Boy looks Brown up & down and says, "He doesn't look like boxer, he looks more like a cocker spaniel."
I almost fell to my knees laughing, Reb's mouth dropped, like a scolded schoolboy.
The reason I bring up Aragon's name is we talked about a fighter who looked like he quit in his last pro fight.
Art said, "Why not? I did. Never bet on a guy who tells you beforehand that's he's fighting for the last time. He's going to lay down."

Who would know better?

Art Aragon was good with his one-liners, but he didn't quit in his last fight vs Alvaro Gutierrez, Connie and I were ringside for Art's last fight in 1960 and I can tell you he didn't quit.He was too proud of a fighter to have quit. Art was down in the first round and than took a beating for the next 8 rounds, he was still on his feet when the ref stopped the fight in the 9th round. Art just didn't have it anymore at that point. A few years back it would have been a different fight. Many thanks to Art Aragon for the memories of my youth.

My friend Wicho Morales fought on the card, Wicho and I would spar often at the Teamsters Gym.

I knew that Art was joking. Shane wasn't, he dogged it.

Art was a joker, he loved pulling your leg, but Rick, you and I know he would NEVER quit, it just wasn't in him to do so...

kikibalt wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:

kikibalt wrote: Art Aragon was good with his one-liners, but he didn't quit in his last fight vs Alvaro Gutierrez, Connie and I were ringside for Art's last fight in 1960 and I can tell you he didn't quit.He was too proud of a fighter to have quit. Art was down in the first round and than took a beating for the next 8 rounds, he was still on his feet when the ref stopped the fight in the 9th round. Art just didn't have it anymore at that point. A few years back it would have been a different fight. Many thanks to Art Aragon for the memories of my youth.

My friend Wicho Morales fought on the card, Wicho and I would spar often at the Teamsters Gym.

I knew that Art was joking. Shane wasn't, he dogged it.

Art was a joker, he loved pulling your leg, but Rick, you and I know he would NEVER quit, it just wasn't in him to do so...

A few weeks back when I was working with Audie Aragon, we discussed his Dad's quick wit and classic one liners.
Audie said toward the end, he still was quick with a comment despite dementia.
As the Golden Boy's mind aged, he would become a bit forgetful, but not when it came to his boxing career.
The one-liners were always there, but it was difficult to get much more than that.
Audie would tell me, "toward the end, he chose to tell a funny story even if not entirely accurate."
In due course, I will share Audie's memory of his dad and the last years of his life.
You were lucky, Frank. Lucky to be a part of that great era.

kikibalt wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:

kikibalt wrote: Art Aragon was good with his one-liners, but he didn't quit in his last fight vs Alvaro Gutierrez, Connie and I were ringside for Art's last fight in 1960 and I can tell you he didn't quit.He was too proud of a fighter to have quit. Art was down in the first round and than took a beating for the next 8 rounds, he was still on his feet when the ref stopped the fight in the 9th round. Art just didn't have it anymore at that point. A few years back it would have been a different fight. Many thanks to Art Aragon for the memories of my youth.

My friend Wicho Morales fought on the card, Wicho and I would spar often at the Teamsters Gym.

I knew that Art was joking. Shane wasn't, he dogged it.

Art was a joker, he loved pulling your leg, but Rick, you and I know he would NEVER quit, it just wasn't in him to do so...

I know that, Frank. Art Aragon is the "real" Golden Boy . . . the ONLY "Golden Boy".

Cholo wrote:

kikibalt wrote:

From left, CARLOS CHAVEZ, IKE WILLIAMS ,JACK DEMPSEY, BERNARD DOCUSEN, and MAXIE DOCUSEN, this photo taken at Jack Dempseys house

Frank, Thanks for the photo.....

Frank . . . I forwarded this classic photo to Pat Docusen. She will love it!

Cholo wrote:LOS ANGELES (AP)- Art Aragon, the Golden Boy of California boxing, went out Thursday night like the champion he never became. Aragon, a boxer for half of his 32 years, said he would quit if he lost this one to Alvaro Gutierrez a tough mexican. He lost. Art was bloody, bushed and beaten when referee Tommy Hart stopped it in the ninth round. But if his competence was gone, his courage persisted, he was ready to go on. Aragon, talkative and provocative, usually gets a lot of abuse from the fight crowd. This time, many of the 8,100 at Olympic Auditorium gave him a standing ovation, some of them shouting as though carried away by the final act of a tragic opera. In the dressing room, Art didn't say that he will retire.
"I want to think about it a couple of days", he said......Frank this is from a old newspaper clipping.....

Paul, I forwarded this clip to Audie Aragon.

Alan Rudkin vs. Sherman Washington - Amateur bout.
Great Britain defeated the USA 10-0 in this historic amateur competition . . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgDX-Fk57t0

Art's ex Georgia . . .

Although there was much publicity surrounding the divorce of Art Aragon and his wife, Georgia, the Golden Boy's former wife (and mother of three of his children) took good care of the fighter's photos, press clips, more than a dozen scrap books and his boxing gloves. Several months before his death, Georgia gave the scrapbooks and gloves to their only surviving son, Audie. Art Aragon Jr. was killed in a motorcycle accident in the late 1980's.

Rick Farris wrote:

kikibalt wrote:

Rick Farris wrote: I knew that Art was joking. Shane wasn't, he dogged it.

Art was a joker, he loved pulling your leg, but Rick, you and I know he would NEVER quit, it just wasn't in him to do so...

A few weeks back when I was working with Audie Aragon, we discussed his Dad's quick wit and classic one liners.
Audie said toward the end, he still was quick with a comment despite dementia.
As the Golden Boy's mind aged, he would become a bit forgetful, but not when it came to his boxing career.
The one-liners were always there, but it was difficult to get much more than that.
Audie would tell me, "toward the end, he chose to tell a funny story even if not entirely accurate."
In due course, I will share Audie's memory of his dad and the last years of his life.
You were lucky, Frank. Lucky to be a part of that great era.

A few years ago, I seen Art Aragon at one of our boxing functions, I had with me a copy of The Knockout magazine that had a picture of him on the front cover, I handed it to Art to autograph it, he get the mag, looks at it and then pointing to the picture of him says "I know that guy, I fought him"

Rick Farris wrote:Art's ex Georgia . . .

Although there was much publicity surrounding the divorce of Art Aragon and his wife, Georgia, the Golden Boy's former wife (and mother of three of his children) took good care of the fighter's photos, press clips, more than a dozen scrap books and his boxing gloves.
Several months before his death, Georgia gave the scrapbooks and gloves to their only surviving son, Audie.
Art Aragon Jr. was killed in a motorcycle accident in the late 1980's.

More on Art's gloves . . .

Audie told me he was visiting his mother (still a beautiful woman) when she handed him a couple big bags full of boxing gloves.
In the bag were pairs of boxing gloves, each tagged with the names & dates of the Golden Boy's fights.
Jimmy Carter 1&2, Carmen Basileo, Lauro Salas, etc.

Audie told me he went to a stationary store and purchased a felt pen with gold luminescent ink.
He stopped by his dad's home and had him autograph each pair of gloves . . . "The Golden Boy, Art Aragon".
The year was 2008, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Alan Rudkin flattens Chicago's Ronnie Jones in 18 seconds of round 2 . . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTWWIaAqgfQ

Beautiful one punch KO!

Rick, Do you think there might be a chance of Audie posting some photo's?.....

Cholo wrote:Rick, Do you think there might be a chance of Audie posting some photo's?.....

Yes, Paul. I know he just finished a long feature film and he planned to review some new photos he bought from the L.A. Times archives.
He sent me one that was posted a couple weeks ago, at his dad's 80th birthday party. He'll forward more when he's ready, I'm certain.

Baltazar Returns, Defeats Solorio on a Knockout
April 26, 1991|STEVE KRESAL-latimes

Frank Baltazar, fighting for the first time in more than two years, scored an eighth-round knockout of Mario Solorio in the junior welterweight main event in front of about 800 Thursday at the Irvine Marriott.

Baltazar (40-3-1), who last fought in March of 1989, looked slow at the outset. He had stopped fighting to take a job with an insurance company, but, once he was done training for the job, began to train to box again.

Rick Farris wrote:Alan Rudkin flattens Chicago's Ronnie Jones in 18 seconds of round 2 . . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTWWIaAqgfQ

Beautiful one punch KO!

Glad your enjoying these fights Rick.

AlFrancis wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:Alan Rudkin flattens Chicago's Ronnie Jones in 18 seconds of round 2 . . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTWWIaAqgfQ

Beautiful one punch KO!

Glad your enjoying these fights Rick.

Very much so.

Alan nearly knocks him over again with that whack on the back.

Aragon/Carter Post Fight.
Take the scene at the Olympic last Wednesday night. It was a good half hour after the main event but Art Aragon still sagged on the dressing-room table, his back leaning wearily against the wall.
There was a mean cut above his right eye. His left, swollen and rainbow-hued, was closed. Gingerly, he explored the right side of his face. From his puffed lips came no words, only an occasional sigh. He was too spent to shower or dress.
That left eye, Manager Jimmy Roche whispered, had been thumbed in th first round. The other members of Aragon's entourage stood silent, staring at the remains of there man.
In came Jimmy Carter, ready for the street. A patch across his left brow was the only apparent souvenir of the lightweight champion's successful title defense. He seemed amazingly fresh for a fellow who had just gone 15 rounds-and some pretty good ones-the first time in his life.
Teeth gleaming as he broke into a diffident smile, Carter took Aragon's limp hand and shook it gently.
"Hello, there!" he said in a low voice. "Nice fight."
"Thanks," mumbled Aragon. "You're a real champion. Really tough. You look like one now, too."
"You're not bad yourself, not at all. You did fine. How do you feel?"
"Tired, awfully tired. Sit down and talk to me a while, will ya?"
"Gee. Art, i can't. I gotta go right now. I'd like to, and i'll get in touch with you tomorrow. It took us a long time to get together but we made a lot of money. Thanks! So long-and take it easy." Carter patted Aragon on the leg and turned to leave. "Thanks again, for the black eye." Aragon said, with a grimace. Everybody laughed. It was wisecracking Aragon's first quip. Everything was going to be all right now. "His left hooks to the body hurt me the worst," Aragon suddenly volunteered. " I thought i had him, though, in the second after that hook to the chin. That was my best punch. But I couldn't follow it up, somehow. I think I was too weak at 134 1/4. Should never have gone under 135, but it just fell off at the end. Not sleeping good didn't help either."
Whom did he want to meet next?
"Joe Louis" he almost shouted. Then his voice trailed off. "Not right now though, nor anbody else. Man, am i sore and pooped!" Art took his battered head in his two hands, closed his good eye and sank back into a forlorn heap. The little group around him began melting away.
That's the fight game.

Cholo wrote:Aragon/Carter Post Fight.
Take the scene at the Olympic last Wednesday night. It was a good half hour after the main event but Art Aragon still sagged on the dressing-room table, his back leaning wearily against the wall.
There was a mean cut above his right eye. His left, swollen and rainbow-hued, was closed. Gingerly, he explored the right side of his face. From his puffed lips came no words, only an occasional sigh. He was too spent to shower or dress.
That left eye, Manager Jimmy Roche whispered, had been thumbed in th first round. The other members of Aragon's entourage stood silent, staring at the remains of there man.
In came Jimmy Carter, ready for the street. A patch across his left brow was the only apparent souvenir of the lightweight champion's successful title defense. He seemed amazingly fresh for a fellow who had just gone 15 rounds-and some pretty good ones-the first time in his life.
Teeth gleaming as he broke into a diffident smile, Carter took Aragon's limp hand and shook it gently.
"Hello, there!" he said in a low voice. "Nice fight."
"Thanks," mumbled Aragon. "You're a real champion. Really tough. You look like one now, too."
"You're not bad yourself, not at all. You did fine. How do you feel?"
"Tired, awfully tired. Sit down and talk to me a while, will ya?"
"Gee. Art, i can't. I gotta go right now. I'd like to, and i'll get in touch with you tomorrow. It took us a long time to get together but we made a lot of money. Thanks! So long-and take it easy." Carter patted Aragon on the leg and turned to leave. "Thanks again, for the black eye." Aragon said, with a grimace. Everybody laughed. It was wisecracking Aragon's first quip. Everything was going to be all right now. "His left hooks to the body hurt me the worst," Aragon suddenly volunteered. " I thought i had him, though, in the second after that hook to the chin. That was my best punch. But I couldn't follow it up, somehow. I think I was too weak at 134 1/4. Should never have gone under 135, but it just fell off at the end. Not sleeping good didn't help either."
Whom did he want to meet next?
"Joe Louis" he almost shouted. Then his voice trailed off. "Not right now though, nor anbody else. Man, am i sore and pooped!" Art took his battered head in his two hands, closed his good eye and sank back into a forlorn heap. The little group around him began melting away.
That's the fight game.

Paul, here is Art in the dressing room after the Carter title fight.

latimes story on Ray "Windmill" white

http://www.latimes.com/sports/la-sp-cro ... 225.column

kikibalt wrote:

Cholo wrote:Aragon/Carter Post Fight.
Take the scene at the Olympic last Wednesday night. It was a good half hour after the main event but Art Aragon still sagged on the dressing-room table, his back leaning wearily against the wall.
There was a mean cut above his right eye. His left, swollen and rainbow-hued, was closed. Gingerly, he explored the right side of his face. From his puffed lips came no words, only an occasional sigh. He was too spent to shower or dress.
That left eye, Manager Jimmy Roche whispered, had been thumbed in th first round. The other members of Aragon's entourage stood silent, staring at the remains of there man.
In came Jimmy Carter, ready for the street. A patch across his left brow was the only apparent souvenir of the lightweight champion's successful title defense. He seemed amazingly fresh for a fellow who had just gone 15 rounds-and some pretty good ones-the first time in his life.
Teeth gleaming as he broke into a diffident smile, Carter took Aragon's limp hand and shook it gently.
"Hello, there!" he said in a low voice. "Nice fight."
"Thanks," mumbled Aragon. "You're a real champion. Really tough. You look like one now, too."
"You're not bad yourself, not at all. You did fine. How do you feel?"
"Tired, awfully tired. Sit down and talk to me a while, will ya?"
"Gee. Art, i can't. I gotta go right now. I'd like to, and i'll get in touch with you tomorrow. It took us a long time to get together but we made a lot of money. Thanks! So long-and take it easy." Carter patted Aragon on the leg and turned to leave. "Thanks again, for the black eye." Aragon said, with a grimace. Everybody laughed. It was wisecracking Aragon's first quip. Everything was going to be all right now. "His left hooks to the body hurt me the worst," Aragon suddenly volunteered. " I thought i had him, though, in the second after that hook to the chin. That was my best punch. But I couldn't follow it up, somehow. I think I was too weak at 134 1/4. Should never have gone under 135, but it just fell off at the end. Not sleeping good didn't help either."
Whom did he want to meet next?
"Joe Louis" he almost shouted. Then his voice trailed off. "Not right now though, nor anbody else. Man, am i sore and pooped!" Art took his battered head in his two hands, closed his good eye and sank back into a forlorn heap. The little group around him began melting away.
That's the fight game.

Paul, here is Art in the dressing room after the Carter title fight.

Frank, Great shot of the "Golden Boy", Art proved what guts he had to go 15 rounds when he had nothing left, gutsy fighter....