Arizona silver belt., 1883-04-28
Using up Mike Cleary.
Carly Headed Mitchell Altogether
 Too Much for Him.
New York Sun.

John L. Sullivan, Jem Mace, Herbert A. Slade, and Joe Coburn, were among the 5000 spectators of the. glove contest in the American lnsti- ute Rink last night between Charley Mitchell, the English champion, and Mike cleary, the heavy champion of Pennsylvania. The crowd close to the ring platform was ten deep, and seemed impenetrable, but Cleary press. ed against it and close behind him, with his hands against Clesry's back, came John l.. Sullivan. Before the strength of their combination the crowd gave way, and Cleary was forced up to the ropes and mounted upon the stage. The Philadelphia man stands 5 feet 10a inches high and weighs about 180 pounds. He has been looked on for a year or two as < only second to Sullivan. When he knocked out George Rooke, who had always been rated as stout sort of a fighter, Cleary established his clsik to be considered pugilist of the leading rank here, and perhaps a strong aa. mirer might be found who entertain ed the idea that even the invinqible Sullivan might find it too great a job to handle him. :.
 As he rose from his side of the plat form there came up on the other'a shapely youth, with boyish face and brown hair curling prettily over his temples. He was dressed in white, with a sleeveless shirt that left expos cd a handsome pair of tapering arms, not particularly long, nor enormously large, but well muscled. His legs were we'll pfoportioned to his arms, as was the whole of his body. from his neck to his hips, and he looked like an active, healthy, young English boy with face as smooth as girls. This was Mitchell, who, before leaving England, had knocked out the same Tug Wilson who had faced Sullivan, and driven all the giant competitors in Madden's tournament around the stage as though they had been meal bags. He looked like poor match for Cleary, and evidently Cleary' friends thought SO, for they hallooed and joked at their favorite as though expecting to see him play with the newcomer. But in about half min- ute after Pop Whitaker had called time, the jokes had all gone from the crowd. Mitchell battered and drove Cleary around without getting a sin gle square blow himself, and in the end Cleary fell on tho stage, partly from light blow of Mitchell's and partly from exhaustion,
 Capt. Gunner and other policemen were on the stage at the start, and the spectators said one to another sorrow fully, -"It's all up, I suppose, and they won't spar" To their great re- lief, Capt. Gunner merely ordered Ar thur Chambers and Madden off the stage. Then Pop Whitaker said grandly: "Gentlemen, if you all keep still you will see which is the most skillful man with the gloves"
 Pop was referee, and ordered the men to the scratch. After friendly shaking of hands they squared away for the first round. After feinting and retreating to find out each other s points, Mitchell put in several skillful body blows, and began drumming away on Cleary's body, nose, and ears. This activity was surprising. Cleary now and then got in half arm hit, but his blows dld no mischief. Mitch ell had all the best of the round, but Cleary stood up to his work until time was called.
 In the next round Mitchell danced around Cleary like an acrobat, thamp- ing away at the Philadelphian's body and head. Cleary tried his right "auctioneer,' but Mitchell always re-  treated ossjumped out of hariuis way. When they clinched somebody shout ed from the floor: "Give it to the Englishman, Mike; you've. got him now" But, to their surprise, Mitch ell fought his way out of chancery with great ability. Cleary had the worst of it but did the best he could until time was called.
 Cleary seemed winded when the third round opened. Mitchell was apparently as fresh as ever. Heposed artistically, and dashed in straight left and right hand hits on Cleary's nose, eyes, mouth and jaws. Cleary slashed away as best he could, but his blows lacked vigor. Mitchell banged him around the stage, and finally knocked him down with skillful right-hand blow. Cleary got up, but Mitchell gave him no rest. Cleary was reeling and staggering from the