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Jabardelli: /* YOUNG FIRPO PUTS INDIAN SIGN ON WES */

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YOUNG FIRPO PUTS INDIAN SIGN ON WES

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	== '''~~YOUNG~~ FIRPO PUTS INDIAN SIGN ON WES''' ==		== '''??YOUNG FIRPO PUTS INDIAN SIGN ON WES''' ==

	'''By DON MCLEOD'''		'''By DON MCLEOD'''
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	He was K.O. Ketchell, the slayer.		He was K.O. Ketchell, the slayer.

	Now ~~he’s~~ K.O. Ketchell, the slain.		Now he�s K.O. Ketchell, the slain.

	The blond youngster, whose dynamiting left hand has blasted more than one ring career, toppled in six rounds before the driving, sturdy arms of Young Firpo, man of every possible fighting style, at the Auditorium last night.		The blond youngster, whose dynamiting left hand has blasted more than one ring career, toppled in six rounds before the driving, sturdy arms of Young Firpo, man of every possible fighting style, at the Auditorium last night.

	There have been lots of fight in Portland, and ~~there’ll~~ be many more, but none could possibly have more action than that furnished by Ketchell and Firpo, particularly in the sixth and final round.		There have been lots of fight in Portland, and there�ll be many more, but none could possibly have more action than that furnished by Ketchell and Firpo, particularly in the sixth and final round.

	With knockdowns even at one a piece, the two leather-pushers tore out at the opening of the sixth, and Firpo was the first to land, a fearful right smash to the face. Twice more his deadly right swished out and each time connected with a jolting force to ~~Ketchell’s~~ face. Just when he seemed destined for a hurried trip to the canvas, Wesley, the lion-hearted, ripped in with that terrible left. The leathered mitt landed flush on ~~Firpo’s~~ jaw and the husky Burke miner spun back on his heels. But only for an instant. And then, like the savage of primitive days, he leaped in for the kill.		With knockdowns even at one a piece, the two leather-pushers tore out at the opening of the sixth, and Firpo was the first to land, a fearful right smash to the face. Twice more his deadly right swished out and each time connected with a jolting force to Ketchell�s face. Just when he seemed destined for a hurried trip to the canvas, Wesley, the lion-hearted, ripped in with that terrible left. The leathered mitt landed flush on Firpo�s jaw and the husky Burke miner spun back on his heels. But only for an instant. And then, like the savage of primitive days, he leaped in for the kill.

	'''~~WEST~~ TAKES BASTING'''		'''WES TAKES BASTING'''

	How may times he hit K.O. perhaps none will ever know.		How may times he hit K.O. perhaps none will ever know.

	The most accurate estimate was — plenty. The southpaw, tottering helplessly around the ring, a simple target for the bounding, weaving Italian, finally fell before the vicious onslaught, limply slumping to the floor.		The most accurate estimate was � plenty. The southpaw, tottering helplessly around the ring, a simple target for the bounding, weaving Italian, finally fell before the vicious onslaught, limply slumping to the floor.

	He stayed there for a nine count and in some miraculous manner pulled himself up, only to be greeted by another flurry of punches, each one powerful enough to make a wooden Indian smile. Right then, Ketchell was a beaten man. But he ~~wasn’t~~ outgamed.		He stayed there for a nine count and in some miraculous manner pulled himself up, only to be greeted by another flurry of punches, each one powerful enough to make a wooden Indian smile. Right then, Ketchell was a beaten man. But he wasn�t outgamed.

	Barely able to keep his hand aloft and totally unable to offer any resistance to the excited ~~Firpo’s~~ rushes, Wesley staked everything on one last punch — his deadly left. But it missed the target. Crashing through the resined air, the portside flipper landed on the Idaho ~~battler’s~~ shoulder forceful enough to jar him but not true enough to do any material damage.		Barely able to keep his hand aloft and totally unable to offer any resistance to the excited Firpo�s rushes, Wesley staked everything on one last punch � his deadly left. But it missed the target. Crashing through the resined air, the portside flipper landed on the Idaho battler�s shoulder forceful enough to jar him but not true enough to do any material damage.

	This last desperate bid gone, Ketchell had no chance. He took a dozen more rights and lefts and, catching a final straight right on his chin, groggily toppled over. Counting him out was but a formality.		This last desperate bid gone, Ketchell had no chance. He took a dozen more rights and lefts and, catching a final straight right on his chin, groggily toppled over. Counting him out was but a formality.

	Firpo, for all his eccentricities and weird boxing style is no fool in the ring. He proved this last night when, to offset ~~Ketchell’s~~ lethal left, fought Ketchell from a southpaw stance for five of the six rounds.		Firpo, for all his eccentricities and weird boxing style is no fool in the ring. He proved this last night when, to offset Ketchell�s lethal left, fought Ketchell from a southpaw stance for five of the six rounds.

	'''HAS WES FOXED'''		'''HAS WES FOXED'''
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	This unexpected bit of strategy bewildered Ketchell, and he seldom had the opportunity to crash home with his pet hand. Firpo took an early lead, scoring a knockdown in the opening round. Rushing Wesley against the ropes, the Italian snaked out his sharpshooting right and down went K.O. He was up at the count of two, but from then on was a much more cautious boy.		This unexpected bit of strategy bewildered Ketchell, and he seldom had the opportunity to crash home with his pet hand. Firpo took an early lead, scoring a knockdown in the opening round. Rushing Wesley against the ropes, the Italian snaked out his sharpshooting right and down went K.O. He was up at the count of two, but from then on was a much more cautious boy.

	Firpo dropped his southpaw habits in the fourth, and by so doing, nearly got killed. His chin turned in line with ~~Wesley’s~~ cocked left, Guido Bardelli, as his parents would have him known, rushed in with his typical weave.		Firpo dropped his southpaw habits in the fourth, and by so doing, nearly got killed. His chin turned in line with Wesley�s cocked left, Guido Bardelli, as his parents would have him known, rushed in with his typical weave.

	It was the spot Ketchell had been awaiting all night. Deliberately taking a couple of blows, Ketchell suddenly lashed out with his murderous left,landing squarely under ~~Firpo’s~~ heart. The surprised and hurt miner fell back and was crowded to the ropes. Wesley lammed a few more home and Firpo sat down, apparently to escape further punishment. He was on his feet after a short count, and from then to the thrilling finish had all the best of the argument. A rematch between the two seems a natural.		It was the spot Ketchell had been awaiting all night. Deliberately taking a couple of blows, Ketchell suddenly lashed out with his murderous left,landing squarely under Firpo�s heart. The surprised and hurt miner fell back and was crowded to the ropes. Wesley lammed a few more home and Firpo sat down, apparently to escape further punishment. He was on his feet after a short count, and from then to the thrilling finish had all the best of the argument. A rematch between the two seems a natural.

JABARDELLI at 06:47, 17 December 2006

2006-12-17T06:47:24Z

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	There have been lots of fight in Portland, and there’ll be many more, but none could possibly have more action than that furnished by Ketchell and Firpo, particularly in the sixth and final round.		There have been lots of fight in Portland, and there’ll be many more, but none could possibly have more action than that furnished by Ketchell and Firpo, particularly in the sixth and final round.

	With knockdowns even at one a-piece, the two leather-pushers tore out at the opening of the sixth, and Firpo was the first to land, a fearful right smash to the face. Twice more his deadly right swished out and each time connected with a jolting force to Ketchell’s face. Just when he seemed destined for a hurried trip to the canvas, Wesley, the lion-hearted, ripped in with that terrible left. The leathered mitt landed flush on Firpo’s jaw and the husky Burke miner spun back on his heels. But only for an instant. And then, like the savage of ~~prim-itive~~ days, he leaped in for the kill.		With knockdowns even at one a piece, the two leather-pushers tore out at the opening of the sixth, and Firpo was the first to land, a fearful right smash to the face. Twice more his deadly right swished out and each time connected with a jolting force to Ketchell’s face. Just when he seemed destined for a hurried trip to the canvas, Wesley, the lion-hearted, ripped in with that terrible left. The leathered mitt landed flush on Firpo’s jaw and the husky Burke miner spun back on his heels. But only for an instant. And then, like the savage of primitive days, he leaped in for the kill.

	'''WEST TAKES BASTING'''		'''WEST TAKES BASTING'''
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	How may times he hit K.O. perhaps none will ever know.		How may times he hit K.O. perhaps none will ever know.

	The most accurate estimate was — plenty. The southpaw, ~~totter-ing~~ helplessly around the ring, a simple target for the bounding, weaving Italian, finally fell before the vicious onslaught, limply slumping to the floor.		The most accurate estimate was — plenty. The southpaw, tottering helplessly around the ring, a simple target for the bounding, weaving Italian, finally fell before the vicious onslaught, limply slumping to the floor.

	He stayed there for a nine count and in some miraculous manner pulled himself up, only to be greeted by another flurry of punches, each one powerful enough to make a wooden Indian smile. Right then, Ketchell was a beaten man. But he wasn’t outgamed.		He stayed there for a nine count and in some miraculous manner pulled himself up, only to be greeted by another flurry of punches, each one powerful enough to make a wooden Indian smile. Right then, Ketchell was a beaten man. But he wasn’t outgamed.

Ric: fight code

2006-09-09T14:04:07Z

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	~~== '''1930-11-18 : Auditorium, Portland, OR, USA : Young Firpo Knocks Out Wesley "KO" Ketchell in 6 rounds''' ==~~		<fight>327157</fight>

	== '''YOUNG FIRPO PUTS INDIAN SIGN ON WES''' ==		== '''YOUNG FIRPO PUTS INDIAN SIGN ON WES''' ==

JABARDELLI at 06:30, 9 September 2006

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			== '''1930-11-18 : Auditorium, Portland, OR, USA : Young Firpo Knocks Out Wesley "KO" Ketchell in 6 rounds''' ==

	== '''YOUNG FIRPO PUTS INDIAN SIGN ON WES''' ==		== '''YOUNG FIRPO PUTS INDIAN SIGN ON WES''' ==

JABARDELLI at 06:21, 9 September 2006

2006-09-09T06:21:54Z

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== '''YOUNG FIRPO PUTS INDIAN SIGN ON WES''' ==

'''By DON MCLEOD'''

He was K.O. Ketchell, the slayer.

Now he’s K.O. Ketchell, the slain.

The blond youngster, whose dynamiting left hand has blasted more than one ring career, toppled in six rounds before the driving, sturdy arms of Young Firpo, man of every possible fighting style, at the Auditorium last night.

There have been lots of fight in Portland, and there’ll be many more, but none could possibly have more action than that furnished by Ketchell and Firpo, particularly in the sixth and final round.

With knockdowns even at one a-piece, the two leather-pushers tore out at the opening of the sixth, and Firpo was the first to land, a fearful right smash to the face. Twice more his deadly right swished out and each time connected with a jolting force to Ketchell’s face. Just when he seemed destined for a hurried trip to the canvas, Wesley, the lion-hearted, ripped in with that terrible left. The leathered mitt landed flush on Firpo’s jaw and the husky Burke miner spun back on his heels. But only for an instant. And then, like the savage of prim-itive days, he leaped in for the kill.

'''WEST TAKES BASTING'''

How may times he hit K.O. perhaps none will ever know.

The most accurate estimate was — plenty. The southpaw, totter-ing helplessly around the ring, a simple target for the bounding, weaving Italian, finally fell before the vicious onslaught, limply slumping to the floor.

He stayed there for a nine count and in some miraculous manner pulled himself up, only to be greeted by another flurry of punches, each one powerful enough to make a wooden Indian smile. Right then, Ketchell was a beaten man. But he wasn’t outgamed.

Barely able to keep his hand aloft and totally unable to offer any resistance to the excited Firpo’s rushes, Wesley staked everything on one last punch — his deadly left. But it missed the target. Crashing through the resined air, the portside flipper landed on the Idaho battler’s shoulder forceful enough to jar him but not true enough to do any material damage.

This last desperate bid gone, Ketchell had no chance. He took a dozen more rights and lefts and, catching a final straight right on his chin, groggily toppled over. Counting him out was but a formality.

Firpo, for all his eccentricities and weird boxing style is no fool in the ring. He proved this last night when, to offset Ketchell’s lethal left, fought Ketchell from a southpaw stance for five of the six rounds.

'''HAS WES FOXED'''

This unexpected bit of strategy bewildered Ketchell, and he seldom had the opportunity to crash home with his pet hand. Firpo took an early lead, scoring a knockdown in the opening round. Rushing Wesley against the ropes, the Italian snaked out his sharpshooting right and down went K.O. He was up at the count of two, but from then on was a much more cautious boy.

Firpo dropped his southpaw habits in the fourth, and by so doing, nearly got killed. His chin turned in line with Wesley’s cocked left, Guido Bardelli, as his parents would have him known, rushed in with his typical weave.

It was the spot Ketchell had been awaiting all night. Deliberately taking a couple of blows, Ketchell suddenly lashed out with his murderous left,landing squarely under Firpo’s heart. The surprised and hurt miner fell back and was crowded to the ropes. Wesley lammed a few more home and Firpo sat down, apparently to escape further punishment. He was on his feet after a short count, and from then to the thrilling finish had all the best of the argument. A rematch between the two seems a natural.

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Jabardelli: /* ﻿﻿YOUNG FIRPO PUTS INDIAN SIGN ON WES */

JABARDELLI at 06:47, 17 December 2006

Ric: fight code

JABARDELLI at 06:30, 9 September 2006

JABARDELLI at 06:21, 9 September 2006

Jabardelli: /* YOUNG FIRPO PUTS INDIAN SIGN ON WES */