Pete Sanstol vs. Alex Burlie - Revision history

Ric at 06:33, 17 March 2012

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	YouTube video of Sanstol sparring in 1935, demonstrating his bobbing and weaving defense style, at the very end of his boxing career: [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qa5SoFT4n9A]		YouTube video of Sanstol sparring in 1935, demonstrating his ducking, bobbing and weaving defense style, at the very end of his boxing career: [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qa5SoFT4n9A]

Ric: linked to video of Pete bobbing & weaving (at the end of his career)

2012-03-17T06:32:06Z

linked to video of Pete bobbing & weaving (at the end of his career)

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	:Sanstol first flashed on the Montreal fistic horizon half a dozen years ago. This writer recollects him knocking out Aleck Burlie in April of 1928, over seven years ago at the Forum. In those days Sanstol was a bewildering bundle of speed and energy. His slim, tireless legs carried him around the ring at bounding, blinding speed. He threw his endless energy to the winds with complete abandon. He was a profligate spendthrift of energy and strength, of nerve force. He had all the carelessness of youth about vitality as expended in the ring. He had a seemingly endless supply. For ten or twelve rounds he could dance, bounce, leap and dash about the ring on those steel legs, and meanwhile his speeding fists could keep on throwing stinging punches at bewildering speed, punches from all angles. For not only did Sanstol bound about the ring. He ducked like lightning, weaved, bobbed, always going at top speed, a [[:File:MasterBoxer3.jpg\|master-boxer]] in his own fashion, a fashion founded on speed and stamina. The fighting heart that blazes from his ice-cold eyes still sends him on. But fistic age has tempered the pace, has developed a new ring cunning, and a tendency to accomplish by polished skill what he once achieved by youthful energy that disdained to save itself, that was gladly thrown to the winds.		:Sanstol first flashed on the Montreal fistic horizon half a dozen years ago. This writer recollects him knocking out Aleck Burlie in April of 1928, over seven years ago at the Forum. In those days Sanstol was a bewildering bundle of speed and energy. His slim, tireless legs carried him around the ring at bounding, blinding speed. He threw his endless energy to the winds with complete abandon. He was a profligate spendthrift of energy and strength, of nerve force. He had all the carelessness of youth about vitality as expended in the ring. He had a seemingly endless supply. For ten or twelve rounds he could dance, bounce, leap and dash about the ring on those steel legs, and meanwhile his speeding fists could keep on throwing stinging punches at bewildering speed, punches from all angles. For not only did Sanstol bound about the ring. He ducked like lightning, weaved, bobbed, always going at top speed, a [[:File:MasterBoxer3.jpg\|master-boxer]] in his own fashion, a fashion founded on speed and stamina. The fighting heart that blazes from his ice-cold eyes still sends him on. But fistic age has tempered the pace, has developed a new ring cunning, and a tendency to accomplish by polished skill what he once achieved by youthful energy that disdained to save itself, that was gladly thrown to the winds.

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			YouTube video of Sanstol sparring in 1935, demonstrating his bobbing and weaving defense style, at the very end of his boxing career: [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qa5SoFT4n9A]

Ric at 04:59, 27 June 2010

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	:Outstanding in the night's entertainment was the performance of Sanstol, a Norwegian flyweight, who scored a technical knockout over Alex Burlie, the Toronto boxer. Sanstol made many friends by his clever exhibition and, in the opinion of the majority who witnessed him in action last night, can defeat better boxers than his Toronto opponent. Sanstol, by defeating Burlie, scored his twenty-first victory since coming from Norway just over a year ago. He is one of the cleverest boxers uncovered in Montreal in a number of seasons, being a hard hitter who shows good use of both hands.		:Outstanding in the night's entertainment was the performance of Sanstol, a Norwegian flyweight, who scored a technical knockout over Alex Burlie, the Toronto boxer. Sanstol made many friends by his clever exhibition and, in the opinion of the majority who witnessed him in action last night, can defeat better boxers than his Toronto opponent. Sanstol, by defeating Burlie, scored his twenty-first victory since coming from Norway just over a year ago. He is one of the cleverest boxers uncovered in Montreal in a number of seasons, being a hard hitter who shows good use of both hands.

	:From the commencement of the bout, which was the second of the preliminaries, Sanstol set in to finish up his opponent. He battled him around the ring and landed almost at will. That round was the downfall of Burlie and he was subjected to so great punishment that he came back in a weakened condition. In the second and third rounds Sanstol continued to administer punishment and had Burlie in a bad way. In the early stages of the fourth round [[Willie Morris]], manager of Burlie, tossed a towel into the ring, conceding the victory to the Norwegian, giving him a technical knockout over the man who had defeated Frenchy Belanger on two occasions.		:From the commencement of the bout, which was the second of the preliminaries, Sanstol set in to finish up his opponent. He battled him around the ring and landed almost at will. That round was the downfall of Burlie and he was subjected to so great punishment that he came back in a weakened condition. In the second and third rounds Sanstol continued to administer punishment and had Burlie in a bad way. In the early stages of the fourth round [[Willie Morris]], manager of Burlie, tossed a towel into the ring, conceding the victory to the Norwegian, giving him a technical knockout over the man who had defeated [[Frenchy Belanger]] on two occasions.

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Ric at 04:53, 30 January 2010

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	In the pre-fight publicity for Sanstol's August 7, 1935, [[Sixto Escobar vs. Pete Sanstol\|world title challenge]] against [[Sixto Escobar]], ''Montreal Daily Gazette'' Sports Editor [[Elmer W. Ferguson]] wrote:<br>		In the pre-fight publicity for Sanstol's August 7, 1935, [[Sixto Escobar vs. Pete Sanstol\|world title challenge]] against [[Sixto Escobar]], ''Montreal Daily Gazette'' Sports Editor [[Elmer W. Ferguson]] wrote:<br>

	:Sanstol first flashed on the Montreal fistic horizon half a dozen years ago. This writer recollects him knocking out Aleck Burlie in April of 1928, over seven years ago at the Forum. In those days Sanstol was a bewildering bundle of speed and energy. His slim, tireless legs carried him around the ring at bounding, blinding speed. He threw his endless energy to the winds with complete abandon. He was a profligate spendthrift of energy and strength, of nerve force. He had all the carelessness of youth about vitality as expended in the ring. He had a seemingly endless supply. For ten or twelve rounds he could dance, bounce, leap and dash about the ring on those steel legs, and meanwhile his speeding fists could keep on throwing stinging punches at bewildering speed, punches from all angles. For not only did Sanstol bound about the ring. He ducked like lightning, weaved, bobbed, always going at top speed, a master-boxer in his own fashion, a fashion founded on speed and stamina. The fighting heart that blazes from his ice-cold eyes still sends him on. But fistic age has tempered the pace, has developed a new ring cunning, and a tendency to accomplish by polished skill what he once achieved by youthful energy that disdained to save itself, that was gladly thrown to the winds.		:Sanstol first flashed on the Montreal fistic horizon half a dozen years ago. This writer recollects him knocking out Aleck Burlie in April of 1928, over seven years ago at the Forum. In those days Sanstol was a bewildering bundle of speed and energy. His slim, tireless legs carried him around the ring at bounding, blinding speed. He threw his endless energy to the winds with complete abandon. He was a profligate spendthrift of energy and strength, of nerve force. He had all the carelessness of youth about vitality as expended in the ring. He had a seemingly endless supply. For ten or twelve rounds he could dance, bounce, leap and dash about the ring on those steel legs, and meanwhile his speeding fists could keep on throwing stinging punches at bewildering speed, punches from all angles. For not only did Sanstol bound about the ring. He ducked like lightning, weaved, bobbed, always going at top speed, a [[:File:MasterBoxer3.jpg\|master-boxer]] in his own fashion, a fashion founded on speed and stamina. The fighting heart that blazes from his ice-cold eyes still sends him on. But fistic age has tempered the pace, has developed a new ring cunning, and a tendency to accomplish by polished skill what he once achieved by youthful energy that disdained to save itself, that was gladly thrown to the winds.

Ric: fixed block quote format of newspaper citations

2010-01-30T03:38:28Z

fixed block quote format of newspaper citations

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	The following bout account is from the day-after ''Montreal Gazette'':		The following bout account is from the day-after ''Montreal Gazette'':

	'''Sanstol Made Good Impression'''<br>		:'''Sanstol Made Good Impression'''<br>
	'''Sanstol Dominated'''		:'''Sanstol Dominated'''

	Outstanding in the night's entertainment was the performance of Sanstol, a Norwegian flyweight, who scored a technical knockout over Alex Burlie, the Toronto boxer. Sanstol made many friends by his clever exhibition and, in the opinion of the majority who witnessed him in action last night, can defeat better boxers than his Toronto opponent. Sanstol, by defeating Burlie, scored his twenty-first victory since coming from Norway just over a year ago. He is one of the cleverest boxers uncovered in Montreal in a number of seasons, being a hard hitter who shows good use of both hands.		:Outstanding in the night's entertainment was the performance of Sanstol, a Norwegian flyweight, who scored a technical knockout over Alex Burlie, the Toronto boxer. Sanstol made many friends by his clever exhibition and, in the opinion of the majority who witnessed him in action last night, can defeat better boxers than his Toronto opponent. Sanstol, by defeating Burlie, scored his twenty-first victory since coming from Norway just over a year ago. He is one of the cleverest boxers uncovered in Montreal in a number of seasons, being a hard hitter who shows good use of both hands.

	From the commencement of the bout, which was the second of the preliminaries, Sanstol set in to finish up his opponent. He battled him around the ring and landed almost at will. That round was the downfall of Burlie and he was subjected to so great punishment that he came back in a weakened condition. In the second and third rounds Sanstol continued to administer punishment and had Burlie in a bad way. In the early stages of the fourth round [[Willie Morris]], manager of Burlie, tossed a towel into the ring, conceding the victory to the Norwegian, giving him a technical knockout over the man who had defeated Frenchy Belanger on two occasions.		:From the commencement of the bout, which was the second of the preliminaries, Sanstol set in to finish up his opponent. He battled him around the ring and landed almost at will. That round was the downfall of Burlie and he was subjected to so great punishment that he came back in a weakened condition. In the second and third rounds Sanstol continued to administer punishment and had Burlie in a bad way. In the early stages of the fourth round [[Willie Morris]], manager of Burlie, tossed a towel into the ring, conceding the victory to the Norwegian, giving him a technical knockout over the man who had defeated Frenchy Belanger on two occasions.

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	In the pre-fight publicity for Sanstol's August 7, 1935, world title challenge against [[Sixto Escobar]], ''Montreal Daily Gazette'' Sports Editor [[Elmer W. Ferguson]] wrote:<br>		In the pre-fight publicity for Sanstol's August 7, 1935, [[Sixto Escobar vs. Pete Sanstol\|world title challenge]] against [[Sixto Escobar]], ''Montreal Daily Gazette'' Sports Editor [[Elmer W. Ferguson]] wrote:<br>

	"Sanstol first flashed on the Montreal fistic horizon half a dozen years ago. This writer recollects him knocking out Aleck Burlie in April of 1928, over seven years ago at the Forum. In those days Sanstol was a bewildering bundle of speed and energy. His slim, tireless legs carried him around the ring at bounding, blinding speed. He threw his endless energy to the winds with complete abandon. He was a profligate spendthrift of energy and strength, of nerve force. He had all the carelessness of youth about vitality as expended in the ring. He had a seemingly endless supply. For ten or twelve rounds he could dance, bounce, leap and dash about the ring on those steel legs, and meanwhile his speeding fists could keep on throwing stinging punches at bewildering speed, punches from all angles. For not only did Sanstol bound about the ring. He ducked like lightning, weaved, bobbed, always going at top speed, a master-boxer in his own fashion, a fashion founded on speed and stamina. The fighting heart that blazes from his ice-cold eyes still sends him on. But fistic age has tempered the pace, has developed a new ring cunning, and a tendency to accomplish by polished skill what he once achieved by youthful energy that disdained to save itself, that was gladly thrown to the winds."		:Sanstol first flashed on the Montreal fistic horizon half a dozen years ago. This writer recollects him knocking out Aleck Burlie in April of 1928, over seven years ago at the Forum. In those days Sanstol was a bewildering bundle of speed and energy. His slim, tireless legs carried him around the ring at bounding, blinding speed. He threw his endless energy to the winds with complete abandon. He was a profligate spendthrift of energy and strength, of nerve force. He had all the carelessness of youth about vitality as expended in the ring. He had a seemingly endless supply. For ten or twelve rounds he could dance, bounce, leap and dash about the ring on those steel legs, and meanwhile his speeding fists could keep on throwing stinging punches at bewildering speed, punches from all angles. For not only did Sanstol bound about the ring. He ducked like lightning, weaved, bobbed, always going at top speed, a master-boxer in his own fashion, a fashion founded on speed and stamina. The fighting heart that blazes from his ice-cold eyes still sends him on. But fistic age has tempered the pace, has developed a new ring cunning, and a tendency to accomplish by polished skill what he once achieved by youthful energy that disdained to save itself, that was gladly thrown to the winds.

Ric at 17:51, 7 March 2008

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	In the pre-fight publicity for Sanstol's August 7, 1935, world title challenge against [[Sixto Escobar]], ''Montreal Daily Gazette'' Sports Editor [[Elmer W. Ferguson]] wrote:<br>		In the pre-fight publicity for Sanstol's August 7, 1935, world title challenge against [[Sixto Escobar]], ''Montreal Daily Gazette'' Sports Editor [[Elmer W. Ferguson]] wrote:<br>
	"Sanstol first flashed on the Montreal fistic horizon half a dozen years ago. This writer recollects him knocking out Aleck Burlie in April of 1928, over seven years ago at the Forum. In those days Sanstol was a bewildering bundle of speed and energy. His slim, tireless legs carried him around the ring at bounding, blinding speed. He threw his endless energy to the winds with complete abandon. He was a profligate spendthrift of energy and strength, of nerve force. He had all the carelessness of youth about vitality as expended in the ring. He had a seemingly endless supply. For ten or twelve rounds he could dance, bounce, leap and dash about the ring on those steel legs, and meanwhile his speeding fists could keep on throwing stinging punches at bewildering speed, punches from all angles. For not only did Sanstol bound about the ring. He ducked like lightning, weaved, bobbed, always going at top speed, a master-boxer in his own fashion, a fashion founded on speed and stamina. The fighting heart that blazes from his ice-cold eyes still sends him on. But fistic age has tempered the pace, has developed a new ring cunning, and a tendency to accomplish by polished skill what he once achieved by youthful energy that disdained to save itself, that was gladly thrown to the winds.
			"Sanstol first flashed on the Montreal fistic horizon half a dozen years ago. This writer recollects him knocking out Aleck Burlie in April of 1928, over seven years ago at the Forum. In those days Sanstol was a bewildering bundle of speed and energy. His slim, tireless legs carried him around the ring at bounding, blinding speed. He threw his endless energy to the winds with complete abandon. He was a profligate spendthrift of energy and strength, of nerve force. He had all the carelessness of youth about vitality as expended in the ring. He had a seemingly endless supply. For ten or twelve rounds he could dance, bounce, leap and dash about the ring on those steel legs, and meanwhile his speeding fists could keep on throwing stinging punches at bewildering speed, punches from all angles. For not only did Sanstol bound about the ring. He ducked like lightning, weaved, bobbed, always going at top speed, a master-boxer in his own fashion, a fashion founded on speed and stamina. The fighting heart that blazes from his ice-cold eyes still sends him on. But fistic age has tempered the pace, has developed a new ring cunning, and a tendency to accomplish by polished skill what he once achieved by youthful energy that disdained to save itself, that was gladly thrown to the winds."

Emaster: updated internal link

2008-03-07T17:28:24Z

updated internal link

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	Sanstol's Canadian debut. Burlie substituted for [[Joe ~~Villenueve~~]], who had been badly cut in Quebec City the week before. ''Montreal Herald''		Sanstol's Canadian debut. Burlie substituted for [[Human:54261\|Joe Villeneuve]], who had been badly cut in Quebec City the week before. ''Montreal Herald''

	The following bout account is from the day-after ''Montreal Gazette'':		The following bout account is from the day-after ''Montreal Gazette'':

Emaster: fixed internal link

2008-03-07T17:26:49Z

fixed internal link

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	Sanstol's Canadian debut. Burlie substituted for [[~~Boxer:Joe Villeneuve:054261\|~~Joe Villenueve]], who had been badly cut in Quebec City the week before. ''Montreal Herald''
			Sanstol's Canadian debut. Burlie substituted for [[Joe Villenueve]], who had been badly cut in Quebec City the week before. ''Montreal Herald''

	The following bout account is from the day-after ''Montreal Gazette'':		The following bout account is from the day-after ''Montreal Gazette'':

Rowdytimothy: delete category

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delete category

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	In the pre-fight publicity for Sanstol's August 7, 1935, world title challenge against [[Sixto Escobar]], ''Montreal Daily Gazette'' Sports Editor [[Elmer W. Ferguson]] wrote:<br>		In the pre-fight publicity for Sanstol's August 7, 1935, world title challenge against [[Sixto Escobar]], ''Montreal Daily Gazette'' Sports Editor [[Elmer W. Ferguson]] wrote:<br>
	"Sanstol first flashed on the Montreal fistic horizon half a dozen years ago. This writer recollects him knocking out Aleck Burlie in April of 1928, over seven years ago at the Forum. In those days Sanstol was a bewildering bundle of speed and energy. His slim, tireless legs carried him around the ring at bounding, blinding speed. He threw his endless energy to the winds with complete abandon. He was a profligate spendthrift of energy and strength, of nerve force. He had all the carelessness of youth about vitality as expended in the ring. He had a seemingly endless supply. For ten or twelve rounds he could dance, bounce, leap and dash about the ring on those steel legs, and meanwhile his speeding fists could keep on throwing stinging punches at bewildering speed, punches from all angles. For not only did Sanstol bound about the ring. He ducked like lightning, weaved, bobbed, always going at top speed, a master-boxer in his own fashion, a fashion founded on speed and stamina. The fighting heart that blazes from his ice-cold eyes still sends him on. But fistic age has tempered the pace, has developed a new ring cunning, and a tendency to accomplish by polished skill what he once achieved by youthful energy that disdained to save itself, that was gladly thrown to the winds.		"Sanstol first flashed on the Montreal fistic horizon half a dozen years ago. This writer recollects him knocking out Aleck Burlie in April of 1928, over seven years ago at the Forum. In those days Sanstol was a bewildering bundle of speed and energy. His slim, tireless legs carried him around the ring at bounding, blinding speed. He threw his endless energy to the winds with complete abandon. He was a profligate spendthrift of energy and strength, of nerve force. He had all the carelessness of youth about vitality as expended in the ring. He had a seemingly endless supply. For ten or twelve rounds he could dance, bounce, leap and dash about the ring on those steel legs, and meanwhile his speeding fists could keep on throwing stinging punches at bewildering speed, punches from all angles. For not only did Sanstol bound about the ring. He ducked like lightning, weaved, bobbed, always going at top speed, a master-boxer in his own fashion, a fashion founded on speed and stamina. The fighting heart that blazes from his ice-cold eyes still sends him on. But fistic age has tempered the pace, has developed a new ring cunning, and a tendency to accomplish by polished skill what he once achieved by youthful energy that disdained to save itself, that was gladly thrown to the winds.

	~~[[Category:1928 Bouts\|Sanstol, Pete]]~~

Rowdytimothy: Pete Sanstol TKO-4 Alex Burlie moved to Pete Sanstol vs. Alex Burlie

2007-10-14T02:45:17Z

Pete Sanstol TKO-4 Alex Burlie moved to Pete Sanstol vs. Alex Burlie

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