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His real name is Jack Nelson
Also
Jim Adams, 145Ibs, KOed Jack Beausbolte, 168Ibs, in the 1st
Jim Larkins, announced 112Ibs but looked 120Ibs, went 6 with Sig Hart, 106Ibs (NWS with for Hart?)
THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE TUESDAY, OCTOBER 10, 1899. Page 6
MEETS PALMER'S FATE
ROTCHFORD IS KNOCKED OUT BY M'GOVERN IN ONE ROUND.
Brooklyn Champion Practically Settles the Tattenall's Conteast in Less than a Minute, Though the End Does Not Come Until After Two and a Quarter Minutes of Fighting-Chicago Man Knocked Down a Number of Times.
Terry McGovern, bantam weight champion, added another knockout to his fast Increasing list last night. In two minutes and fifteen seconds of actual fighting he disposed of Billy Botchford In their bout at Tattersall's. The contest was practically ended in less than a minute, as the little fighting cyclone planted his powerful right on the Jaw, flooring his opponent and dazing him to such an extent that for the remainder of the time he staggered around the ring in a helpless condition.
It was the case of a world-beater against a man who once gave promise of becoming a top-notcher, but who Is far from being in the physical condition necessary to stand the strain of a hard encounter.
It was McGovern's first appearance not only In Chicago but in the West. Nevertheless, fresh from his international victory over Pedlar Palmer, the English champion, McGovern did not prove as great anattraction as the parade of all nations, The preliminary bouts were witnessed by a slim crowd, and although the main event was delayed until 11:40 the attendance for the windup was about 2,000.
Two Burmese jugglers, Moun Coon and Moun Chit, attired in Oriental costume, were interested spectators.
Rotchford was the first to enter the ring, attended by Teddy Murphy and Joe Choynskl. He was given a fair reception. McGovern came a minute later, the crowd rising to get a glimpse of the wonderful Brooklyn boy as he filed down the aisle. His seconds were Harry Forbes and Sam Harris, his manager. He was accorded a rousing cheer and bowed his acknowledgements.
McGovern ln Fine Condition.
Paddy Carroll, who had been mutually agreed upon as referee, announced that the men would fight straight Queensberry rules, but that if both were on their feet at the end of the six rounds there would be no decision. Thla announcement was received with some little signs of dissent, but as Carroll explained that his announcement was made for the benefit of those who had wagers on the bout, it received the approval of the majority.
MeGovern looked the picture of health, his ruddy color being in strong contrast to the pallid complexion of his opponent. Rotchford did not look hopeful, and was evidently nervous, a condition which had no time to wear off.
At the tap of the gong both crouched a trifle and fiddled fast. McGovern's footwork was a treat to watch, his movements being both graceful and agile. McGovern led with a light left for the body, and Rotchford countered on the shoulder. It was the only blow the Chicagoan appeared to land, for McGovern immediately sent a full right swing to the point of the jaw, toppling over his opponent Rotchford staid down till the count of eight, and then struggled to his feet and staggered a few steps. McGovern knew he had the battle won and did not rush in, but waited till Rotchford was again in sparring position. Then he sent his left to the jaw, and again Rotchford dropped. He scrambled to his feet, but was again floored with a right jolt and staid down six seconds. McGovern followed him as he staggered into his own corner with his head down. McGovern sent in left and right swings, but could not reach a vital spot, and Rotchford was forced through the ropes. He wa s down eight seconds. The end soon came, as McGovern whipped in a right uppercut on the point of the jaw and Rotchford toppled over in a heap. His seconds threw up the sponge. It wa s thought at first his jaw was broken, but on examination it was found to be all right.
It was to some extent a pathetic victory, and the crowd, though cheering the champion as he climbed down from the ring, had many expressions of sympathy for Rotchford.
The battle was quite similar to McGovern's victory over Pedlar Palmer a month ago, and lasted just about as long. The main difference was that McGovern got in on Rotchford with a full swing something he did not do with Palmer, whom he fought at close quarters all the time.
Results of Preliminaries.
"Kid" Bernstein was given the decision over Jack Nelson, colored, who is better known as "Moonshine," They fought six spirited rounds, which kept the crowd on edge. Nelson caused amusement by refusing to take his chair at the end of the first round. Later on he was glad of the accommodation. Bernstein had a lead on points in the first five rounds, though Nelson sent horns several good swings to the head in the last round, which came near getting him a draw. Both were tired at the finish and clinched repeatedly.
Kid Gleason won all the way from Young Kelly, the latter's seconds throwing up the sponge in the middle of the fourth round. They met at 130 pounds. Kelly, though game and willing, knew little about the game. Gleason gradually wore him down with jabs and body punches. There were no knockdowns, but Kelly grew weaker and weaker and had no chance of winning. He was cheered for his gameness.
Jim Adams, the man with the fighting face, knocked out Jack Beausbolte after one minute's fighting. Adams was announced as weighing 145 pounds and Beausbolte as 166. After a short exchange and a clinch they broke and each swung left and right at long range. Adams then swung a sledge hammer right which landed flush on the jaw, sending Beausbolte down and out.
Jim Larkins, announced as weighing 112 pounds, but looking to be nearer 120, had a considerable advantage In height, strength, and reach over Slg Hart, who was announced as weighing 106 pounds. Despite this disparity the crowd urged Larkins to knock out his man. This he failed to do, although he scored by far the most points and was the aggressor throughout. He sent in many good body blows and Hart wa s kept busy ducking and blocking. Larkins fiddled so fast it was thought he would tire himself out. Hart could not hit him effectively, though he brought blood in the sixth round with a left on the nose. Larkins was wild in many of his attacks and Hart was not damaged greatly at the finish.
Moonshine, and a couplemissing preliminaries.
Re: Moonshine, and a couplemissing preliminaries.
Some more preliminaries at the end of this
The Chicago Sunday Tribune NOVEMBER 19, 1899
KNOCKS THEM BOTH OUT.
ALL FIGHTERS LOOK ALIKE TO CHAMPION TERRY M'GOVERN
He Defeats Patsy Haley in One Round at Tattersall's ansd Follows a Little Later by Retiring Billy Smith in Three Ronnds — Eight Thousand People Watch the Little Brooklyn Wonder Perform the Feat—Several Interesting Preliminaries
Terry McGovern, probably the greatest fighter of his weight the world has ever seen, won fresh fistic honors at Tattersall'a last night. In one minute and forty seconds he knocked out Patsey Haley of Buffalo, and then, after a rest of twenty minutes, gav e "Turkey Point Billy" Smith of Philadelphia his quietus after one minute of fighting in the third round.
Eight thousand people saw him accomplish the dual performance and went away wondering at the marvelous skill and strength of the little fighting machine from Brooklyn. Two such decisivce defeats effectually dispose of any theory of accident in his encounter with Pedlar Palmer , the British champion.
Long before the time set for the opening bout the crowd began arriving , and so great was the crush that it took late comers at least fifteen minutes to reach the ticke office. Inside the hall the crowd taxed the seating capacity to its utmost, except in the cheaper sections at the south end. Around the ringside, filling the boxes and reserve d seats, was a dense crowd of humanity, while up where the gallery gods were located some were perched on places of vantage with their heads almost touching the roof.
It was one of the largest crowds ever gathered in the building for a similar event , and It is safe to say not one of the spectators went away dissatisfied . Of the five bouts scheduled four resulted In knockouts , and in each instance it came quickly . There was no battering of an opponent down to a state of weakness.
Their Chance is Feeble.
Haley and Smith had apparently about as much chance of winning as did Don Quixote when he essayed his famous stilt with the windmill. While they did not go into their contests with the same degree of confidence as did the erratic old knight, the results were just as disastrous.
The program of having the boys toss for order of battle in the ring was not carried out. Haley, however, was the first victim. Referee Siler was accorded a welcome that made the rafters ring. Haley was accorded a fair amount of applause. He was accompanied by Martin Judge, Abe Pollock, and " Kid " McGlynn. McGovern came a few seconds later, and secured the usual storm of applause that is showered on champions. In his corner were Sam Harris, his manager, Matty Matthews , and Al Herford , manager of Joe Gans.
No time was wasted in getting instruction s fro m Siler, and as soon as the gong sounded McGovern began operations. He rushed at Haley, and before the latter had time to do any clever work whipped in a few of his famous trip-hammer body punches.
Haley evidently had planned to fight back. They fiddled a minute, and he shot a stiff jab into McGovern's nose. They clinched and fought for the body. Haley partly slipped to the floor, and was down five seconds. Fiddling fast with both hands, McGovern lost no tim e i n resumin g his attack . They came to a clinch, and Haley was kept busy looking after his ribs and stomach. After the break McGovern swung a vicious right, which glanced from his opponent's head. McGovern twice swung his right without connecting. Haley fought back pluckily, but it proved his downfall. In the mixup McGovern swung his left to the point of the jaw, and Haley fell in a heap and was counted out.
McGovern Gets a Kiss
McGovern went to his corner and was affectionately kissed by one of his supernumerary seconds. The brief encounter had lasted just a minute and forty seconds, and as the little knocker-out wended his way to his dressing-room he was cheered again and again. Haley, it is reported, had trained none too faithfully for the contest. Succeeding this bout came the Forbes-Ryan encounter with its abrupt ending.
McGovern was given time to rest, and then came in for the final bout against Billy Smith. The friends of the latter had bet that he would last three rounds and he tried his best to win the money on this proposition. If the track had bee a straightaway he might have had a chance. Although making a runaway fight the sympathies of the crowd were with him, for the spectators knew just what he was up against. In the two and one-third rounds he lasted he was on the floor about twenty times.
At the sound of the gong Smith began to pireuette round the ring, with all the grace of a dancing master. His track had more laps to the mile than McGovern's, who went nimbly around after the fast-moving Philadelphian. McGovern suddenly stopped and smiled. He got Smith in a corner. Realizing he was in danger the latter ducked low and sprinted to the other side of the stage. McGovern swung his right at the moving target and landed a light blow on the back. Smith came in with a rushing left lead for the head and they clinched. McGovern at once began preparations for a tattoo on his opponent's ribs. Smith wrestled and went to the floor, taking the limit. Smith again landed a light left on the face and they clinched. Smith resumed his sprinting tactics and McGovern, after following him for a few seconds, again came to a standstill and smiled. Smith went in with a rushing left, clinched, and went to the floor for nine seconds. While down he leisurely brushed the resin from his gloves. McGovern did not like the style of the contest and began earnedt efforts to corner Smith. He whipped a hard right uppercutt to the body, but Smith was receding and It did no great damage. Smith went down twice for a number of seconds and then the bell rang. The sound, which must have been welcome to the Philadelphian, seemed doubly so to the crowd. At last a man had been found to stand up before the Brooklyn cyclone for three minutes and a great cheer filled the building.
Cheer Smith's Running.
The second round was much of the same character, with the exception that Smith went down ten times. Three times McGovern went over with him, but he wa s always up in an instant, while Smith took the rest cure as long as the rules woul d permit . McGovern was by far the stronger of the two and once tried to hold Smith up and punch him. Once he tried to assist Smith to his feet, but the Quaker City lad did not want to resume operations so quickly. Smith tried a few left leads after a clinch, but none appeared to land solidly. Nearing the finish of the roun McGovern pounded his rlgrft on Smith's kidneys. Once more the gong ran and the cheers of the crowd were louder than ever. Under ordinary conditions Smith would have received as much hissing as he received applause, but his elusive Aguinaldo tactics were highly appreciated.
In the third round Smith swung his right over McGovern's head. McGovern went fiercely after him and they fought to a clinch on the ropes. A few more sprints and two or three little mix-ups ended by Smith going to the floor for six seconds. The exact blow could not be seen and It looked as though he had been wrestled down. He was not as lively as usual when he arose and McGovern, forcing the pace, whiiped in one or two swings. The last was in the nature of an uppercut, which landed on Smith's chin and sent him out for keeps.
In the preliminary bout Jack Nelson stopped Pete Boyle in one round. Sig Hart was given the decision over Dave O'Connor after six rounds. Clarence Forbes knocked out Tim Ryan, a novice, In the first round.
Sig. Hart and Dave O'Connor met at catch weights, the former conceding about ten pounds. At the conclusion of the bout Referee Beaton, who decided in favor of Hart, was the recipient of a demonstration which lasted fully forty minutes.
The Chicago Sunday Tribune NOVEMBER 19, 1899
KNOCKS THEM BOTH OUT.
ALL FIGHTERS LOOK ALIKE TO CHAMPION TERRY M'GOVERN
He Defeats Patsy Haley in One Round at Tattersall's ansd Follows a Little Later by Retiring Billy Smith in Three Ronnds — Eight Thousand People Watch the Little Brooklyn Wonder Perform the Feat—Several Interesting Preliminaries
Terry McGovern, probably the greatest fighter of his weight the world has ever seen, won fresh fistic honors at Tattersall'a last night. In one minute and forty seconds he knocked out Patsey Haley of Buffalo, and then, after a rest of twenty minutes, gav e "Turkey Point Billy" Smith of Philadelphia his quietus after one minute of fighting in the third round.
Eight thousand people saw him accomplish the dual performance and went away wondering at the marvelous skill and strength of the little fighting machine from Brooklyn. Two such decisivce defeats effectually dispose of any theory of accident in his encounter with Pedlar Palmer , the British champion.
Long before the time set for the opening bout the crowd began arriving , and so great was the crush that it took late comers at least fifteen minutes to reach the ticke office. Inside the hall the crowd taxed the seating capacity to its utmost, except in the cheaper sections at the south end. Around the ringside, filling the boxes and reserve d seats, was a dense crowd of humanity, while up where the gallery gods were located some were perched on places of vantage with their heads almost touching the roof.
It was one of the largest crowds ever gathered in the building for a similar event , and It is safe to say not one of the spectators went away dissatisfied . Of the five bouts scheduled four resulted In knockouts , and in each instance it came quickly . There was no battering of an opponent down to a state of weakness.
Their Chance is Feeble.
Haley and Smith had apparently about as much chance of winning as did Don Quixote when he essayed his famous stilt with the windmill. While they did not go into their contests with the same degree of confidence as did the erratic old knight, the results were just as disastrous.
The program of having the boys toss for order of battle in the ring was not carried out. Haley, however, was the first victim. Referee Siler was accorded a welcome that made the rafters ring. Haley was accorded a fair amount of applause. He was accompanied by Martin Judge, Abe Pollock, and " Kid " McGlynn. McGovern came a few seconds later, and secured the usual storm of applause that is showered on champions. In his corner were Sam Harris, his manager, Matty Matthews , and Al Herford , manager of Joe Gans.
No time was wasted in getting instruction s fro m Siler, and as soon as the gong sounded McGovern began operations. He rushed at Haley, and before the latter had time to do any clever work whipped in a few of his famous trip-hammer body punches.
Haley evidently had planned to fight back. They fiddled a minute, and he shot a stiff jab into McGovern's nose. They clinched and fought for the body. Haley partly slipped to the floor, and was down five seconds. Fiddling fast with both hands, McGovern lost no tim e i n resumin g his attack . They came to a clinch, and Haley was kept busy looking after his ribs and stomach. After the break McGovern swung a vicious right, which glanced from his opponent's head. McGovern twice swung his right without connecting. Haley fought back pluckily, but it proved his downfall. In the mixup McGovern swung his left to the point of the jaw, and Haley fell in a heap and was counted out.
McGovern Gets a Kiss
McGovern went to his corner and was affectionately kissed by one of his supernumerary seconds. The brief encounter had lasted just a minute and forty seconds, and as the little knocker-out wended his way to his dressing-room he was cheered again and again. Haley, it is reported, had trained none too faithfully for the contest. Succeeding this bout came the Forbes-Ryan encounter with its abrupt ending.
McGovern was given time to rest, and then came in for the final bout against Billy Smith. The friends of the latter had bet that he would last three rounds and he tried his best to win the money on this proposition. If the track had bee a straightaway he might have had a chance. Although making a runaway fight the sympathies of the crowd were with him, for the spectators knew just what he was up against. In the two and one-third rounds he lasted he was on the floor about twenty times.
At the sound of the gong Smith began to pireuette round the ring, with all the grace of a dancing master. His track had more laps to the mile than McGovern's, who went nimbly around after the fast-moving Philadelphian. McGovern suddenly stopped and smiled. He got Smith in a corner. Realizing he was in danger the latter ducked low and sprinted to the other side of the stage. McGovern swung his right at the moving target and landed a light blow on the back. Smith came in with a rushing left lead for the head and they clinched. McGovern at once began preparations for a tattoo on his opponent's ribs. Smith wrestled and went to the floor, taking the limit. Smith again landed a light left on the face and they clinched. Smith resumed his sprinting tactics and McGovern, after following him for a few seconds, again came to a standstill and smiled. Smith went in with a rushing left, clinched, and went to the floor for nine seconds. While down he leisurely brushed the resin from his gloves. McGovern did not like the style of the contest and began earnedt efforts to corner Smith. He whipped a hard right uppercutt to the body, but Smith was receding and It did no great damage. Smith went down twice for a number of seconds and then the bell rang. The sound, which must have been welcome to the Philadelphian, seemed doubly so to the crowd. At last a man had been found to stand up before the Brooklyn cyclone for three minutes and a great cheer filled the building.
Cheer Smith's Running.
The second round was much of the same character, with the exception that Smith went down ten times. Three times McGovern went over with him, but he wa s always up in an instant, while Smith took the rest cure as long as the rules woul d permit . McGovern was by far the stronger of the two and once tried to hold Smith up and punch him. Once he tried to assist Smith to his feet, but the Quaker City lad did not want to resume operations so quickly. Smith tried a few left leads after a clinch, but none appeared to land solidly. Nearing the finish of the roun McGovern pounded his rlgrft on Smith's kidneys. Once more the gong ran and the cheers of the crowd were louder than ever. Under ordinary conditions Smith would have received as much hissing as he received applause, but his elusive Aguinaldo tactics were highly appreciated.
In the third round Smith swung his right over McGovern's head. McGovern went fiercely after him and they fought to a clinch on the ropes. A few more sprints and two or three little mix-ups ended by Smith going to the floor for six seconds. The exact blow could not be seen and It looked as though he had been wrestled down. He was not as lively as usual when he arose and McGovern, forcing the pace, whiiped in one or two swings. The last was in the nature of an uppercut, which landed on Smith's chin and sent him out for keeps.
In the preliminary bout Jack Nelson stopped Pete Boyle in one round. Sig Hart was given the decision over Dave O'Connor after six rounds. Clarence Forbes knocked out Tim Ryan, a novice, In the first round.
Sig. Hart and Dave O'Connor met at catch weights, the former conceding about ten pounds. At the conclusion of the bout Referee Beaton, who decided in favor of Hart, was the recipient of a demonstration which lasted fully forty minutes.
Re: Moonshine, and a couplemissing preliminaries.
From the report of McGovern's fight with Santry
THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE FRIDAY, FEBUARY 2, 1900.
GOOD PRELIMINARY BOUTS.
Stift Loses the Decision to Ed Denfass of Philadelphia—"Tipton Slasher' Knocks Out Burke.
With commendable promptness Fred Neal and Young Keasmer entered the ring precisely at 8:30 o'clock. Announcer Millar s voice was drowned by the chorus of voices and the shuffling of feet of the Incoming crowd. The boys met at 120 pounds, Neal being shorter and sturdier than his opponent He showed good skill in blocking in the opening round, and sent home a hard left to the stomach and a right swing to the jaw that shook Keasmer up. Keasmer Jabbed two or three times, but his blows lacked force.
Keasmer jabbed persistently to the second round, cutting Neal's left eye. Neal did not get home any hard blows and had the worst of the round.
Neal opened up well In the third round, landing a hard left swing on the jaw, and following with a right on the ear. Keasmer kept up his Jabbing, but was not so effective as in the second round. The first good mixup took place in the opening part of the fourth round, but neither seemed anxious to rough it.
Neal was short in his attack in the fifth and did not stop his opponent's Jabs as well as before. Keasmer tired In the last, and Neal, who was the aggressor most of the time, sent home enough swings to win him the decision.
Jack Daly of Chicago and Jack Deen, the second pair, met at 185 pounds. Deen did not look like a fighter, but made merry while he lasted. He went at Daly with an attack as variegated as the Incidents in a Kentucky election. He rushed into a clinch and made vigorous but Ineffective efforts to connect with Daly's anatomy. The latter smiled serenely, but. as the work continued, realized that he had to do some fighting. He went after Deen hard and floored him with a right on Jaw. Deen took the count. He was floored four more times, and his seconds then climbed into the ring. The round lasted two minutes and twenty seconds.
Jim Driscoll, the man with the fighting face, met Sam Sandberg at 152 pounds. They furnished the comedy bout of the night, keeping the crowd in roars of laughter. Sandberg was in flabby condition, but excelled as a sprinter. Driscoll, who never, won honors on the cinder path, could not catch him. He followed his man around the ring, and about the middle of the first round caught up with him and felled him under the ropes with a left hook on the chin. He took the count and the chase was resumed.
Sandberg scarcely struck a blow in the second, leading his left weakly Into space. Driscoll caught him near the end of the second round and again floored him with a jolt on the jaw. Sandberg, though not out, staid down until the count of ten by Referee Bardoll.
Alexander Burke of Milwaukee and Benny Yanger, the " Tipton Slasher." met at 115 pounds. Burke had an advantage in height, but crouched. Yanger had all the better of the opening round. His short Jolts on the body soon took the steam out of the Cream City fighter.
Burke swung his right wildly, but was generally short. In the clinches Yanger did plenty of execution and Burke was tired at the finish. Burke did better in the first part of the second round, but, though gritty, could not stand the pace set by Yanger, who punished him hard on the face and body. The Chicagoan forced the pace in the third, and paved the way to victory with a straight right on the jaw. This he followed up with a fusillade of punches, finally knocking out his man with a right swing on the jaw after one minute and twenty seconds of fighting. Burke was cheered.
Clever left-hand jabbing and fast foot work won the decision for Ed Denfass of Philadelphia over Billy Stift of Chicago at the end of six rounds of the semi-final wind up. Stift was outclassed from the start, and was unable to reach the Philadelphian with any of his swings.
Stift was cleanly knocked down on three occasions and fell over as many times more in his efforts to get at Denfass. Stift started in to force the pace, but found Denfass all there and was cleverly blocked. Denfass ducked the next rush and Stift fell hard to the canvas. Near the end of the round Denfass caught Stift slightly off his balance and shot a straight right to the jaw, sending the local man down for four seconds. Denfass scored another knockdown in the second with a right swing to the head. Denfass had the better of the fighting both at long and short range. In the clinches he repeatedly pounded Stift hard in the region of the kidneys. Denfass swung a left to the face in the fourth round and sent Stift to the mat for the third time. Denfass won all the way and even Stift smiled once or twice at his futile efforts to land. He landed scarcely one damaging punch in the entire six rounds. Malachy Hogan was referee.
THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE FRIDAY, FEBUARY 2, 1900.
GOOD PRELIMINARY BOUTS.
Stift Loses the Decision to Ed Denfass of Philadelphia—"Tipton Slasher' Knocks Out Burke.
With commendable promptness Fred Neal and Young Keasmer entered the ring precisely at 8:30 o'clock. Announcer Millar s voice was drowned by the chorus of voices and the shuffling of feet of the Incoming crowd. The boys met at 120 pounds, Neal being shorter and sturdier than his opponent He showed good skill in blocking in the opening round, and sent home a hard left to the stomach and a right swing to the jaw that shook Keasmer up. Keasmer Jabbed two or three times, but his blows lacked force.
Keasmer jabbed persistently to the second round, cutting Neal's left eye. Neal did not get home any hard blows and had the worst of the round.
Neal opened up well In the third round, landing a hard left swing on the jaw, and following with a right on the ear. Keasmer kept up his Jabbing, but was not so effective as in the second round. The first good mixup took place in the opening part of the fourth round, but neither seemed anxious to rough it.
Neal was short in his attack in the fifth and did not stop his opponent's Jabs as well as before. Keasmer tired In the last, and Neal, who was the aggressor most of the time, sent home enough swings to win him the decision.
Jack Daly of Chicago and Jack Deen, the second pair, met at 185 pounds. Deen did not look like a fighter, but made merry while he lasted. He went at Daly with an attack as variegated as the Incidents in a Kentucky election. He rushed into a clinch and made vigorous but Ineffective efforts to connect with Daly's anatomy. The latter smiled serenely, but. as the work continued, realized that he had to do some fighting. He went after Deen hard and floored him with a right on Jaw. Deen took the count. He was floored four more times, and his seconds then climbed into the ring. The round lasted two minutes and twenty seconds.
Jim Driscoll, the man with the fighting face, met Sam Sandberg at 152 pounds. They furnished the comedy bout of the night, keeping the crowd in roars of laughter. Sandberg was in flabby condition, but excelled as a sprinter. Driscoll, who never, won honors on the cinder path, could not catch him. He followed his man around the ring, and about the middle of the first round caught up with him and felled him under the ropes with a left hook on the chin. He took the count and the chase was resumed.
Sandberg scarcely struck a blow in the second, leading his left weakly Into space. Driscoll caught him near the end of the second round and again floored him with a jolt on the jaw. Sandberg, though not out, staid down until the count of ten by Referee Bardoll.
Alexander Burke of Milwaukee and Benny Yanger, the " Tipton Slasher." met at 115 pounds. Burke had an advantage in height, but crouched. Yanger had all the better of the opening round. His short Jolts on the body soon took the steam out of the Cream City fighter.
Burke swung his right wildly, but was generally short. In the clinches Yanger did plenty of execution and Burke was tired at the finish. Burke did better in the first part of the second round, but, though gritty, could not stand the pace set by Yanger, who punished him hard on the face and body. The Chicagoan forced the pace in the third, and paved the way to victory with a straight right on the jaw. This he followed up with a fusillade of punches, finally knocking out his man with a right swing on the jaw after one minute and twenty seconds of fighting. Burke was cheered.
Clever left-hand jabbing and fast foot work won the decision for Ed Denfass of Philadelphia over Billy Stift of Chicago at the end of six rounds of the semi-final wind up. Stift was outclassed from the start, and was unable to reach the Philadelphian with any of his swings.
Stift was cleanly knocked down on three occasions and fell over as many times more in his efforts to get at Denfass. Stift started in to force the pace, but found Denfass all there and was cleverly blocked. Denfass ducked the next rush and Stift fell hard to the canvas. Near the end of the round Denfass caught Stift slightly off his balance and shot a straight right to the jaw, sending the local man down for four seconds. Denfass scored another knockdown in the second with a right swing to the head. Denfass had the better of the fighting both at long and short range. In the clinches he repeatedly pounded Stift hard in the region of the kidneys. Denfass swung a left to the face in the fourth round and sent Stift to the mat for the third time. Denfass won all the way and even Stift smiled once or twice at his futile efforts to land. He landed scarcely one damaging punch in the entire six rounds. Malachy Hogan was referee.