Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1883-08-07
THE SLUGGERS.

THE SLUGGERS.
sULLlvAN KNOcKs sLsDE AROUND.
Three Rounds Finish the Maori" WILD
Shouts" OF tho Audierce-A
S10,00O Snow.
At the sparring match in New York Mon
day night the Maori proved a plaything in
the hands of Sullivan. The Boston boy
knocked the half breed into an almost
helpless condition more easily than he did
Mitchell. 1t was one of the best exhibi-
tions of the kind ever given. Both men
were desperately in earnest, and neither
police interference nor favoritism of any
one concerned in the management Of the
match interrupted the tide OF battle,
which permitted the beat man to win.
The attendance was perhaps the largest
ever seen in Madison Square garden.
Inspector Thorne said there were fully
10, 600 people present. AS reserved seats
were 81 each, boxes s25 and single admis-
sion 81, it is probable that tho receipts
will reach $l4, 900. OF this Sullivan will
receive Go per cent. and Slade 30, after
paying expenses, making the net to each
man about $1,000 and $4,000 respec.
lively.
1t was Oils p. m. when roar Of ap.
plause near the dressing rooms announced
the appearance of the giadiatOrs. Su!liv an
came first, and lightly bounded up tho
steps leading to the "a foot ring elevated
about four feet above the general level.
As he crawled through tho double-round
of tho rope which staked the ring the ap.
plause became deafening. He was in the
"pink' of condition and dress, tightly
fitting pink tights incased his massive
legs, and glow OF health appeared over
the visible parts of his body. Pete Mccoy,
the veteran Joo Goss and other lesser
lights of tho roped arena circled about
them, and friends crowded to the cham
pion's corner to shake hands with him.
The Maori was reached with less demon
stration, and numbers who then saw him
for the first time said hewas no match for
Sullivan. SlaGe seemed nervous and
looked little pale, but Jem Macs and two
or three others cheered him up, and the
applause of the audience seemed welcome
to him. He wore white tights reaching
barely to the knee, and stretch of bare
leg showed between that point and the
top of the white stockings. Both mon
wore dark. high-laced, light leather shoes.
When time was called for the first
round, and the men stood facing each
| other; it was noticeable that the Maori
| overtopped Sullivan little in height, that
his chest was as heavy, and that both
shoulders and hips compared we'll with
those of the champion. but, despite these
facts, Sullivan looked like a fighter and
olade did not. The half. breeds face was
tame and good natured, while Sullivan
looked a vicious Hercules. Slado weighed
219 pounds aud Sullivan about 200. "Pop'
Whitaker officiated as master of ceremo-
MES "Parson" Davies, Of Chicago, as
time keeper, and Barney Aaron as referee.
"NOw, gentiemen," said Whitaker, at
9:2O p. M, I" let there bs no wrestling.
Break away when ordered to quit"
Slade's faco wore an anxious expression,
while Suliivan's had contented look.
After cautious sparring for few seconds
Sullivan delivered the first blow squarely
on Slade's countenance, following it by
another on the neck, driving him into the
corner. A storm Of cheers greeted
this performance. The men after this
clinched and rainei blows iEdiscriminately
at one another ON the head, face, neck and
body. At tho word of tho referee they
separated and after a brief period of eau
tious sparring Sullivan sprang upon the
Maori raining blows ON him in quick sue
cession, driving him backward, until Slade
finally received a blow that staggered him
and he dropped On his head on the plat
form. Springing up they clinched, but tho
Maori broke away aud ran with his back
to Sullivan toward the rope, Sullivan
showering blows ali over his body neck
and head. When Slade reached the ropes
Sullivan gave him dexterous blow which
knocked him between the ropes and off
tho platform to tho ground, head
foremost Slade picked himself up and
hurried to the platform steps, which he
assembled and clambered basween tho
ropes. The men faced one another again,
as the three minutes had not expired and
began to spar, but tina was called and
each went to his seat. Slade was breath
lass, but Sullivan seemed little inconve
nienced. When the mon faced each other
for the second round both exchanged
blows. Sullivan's were straight from the
shoulder and were given with telling ef.
fecs. Slade's on tho contrary, though
given on Su]livau's face and body, seemed
to have little, it any, effect. Sullivan
knocked him down, his back striking
ropes were hung. When he got up hc was
forced by Sullivan to tho ropes ON the op
posite side, when be was again knocked
down on tho platform. Joe Goss, one of
Sullivan's hackers, during this encounter
kept up running shout of " Hit him in
the belly, Johu." Slads and Sullivan then
retired to their corners.
| The time was not up however, and they
spared for few moments, but without
any result, when the time was called, and
they went to their corners. It was
then seen that Siade's left eye was
beginning to discolor and to all appearances
he was exhausted. Sullivan seemed not
to be suffering at all. Sullivan led off
the third round with terrific blows in
Slade's face that staggered the latter,
| who then clinohed with him, and after a
few blows were exchanged Sullivan broke
loose from his opponent and showering
| blows all over him. Siade replying as
as best he could. Sade's face had look
of pain and he struck feebler
blows which appeared not to trouble
Sullivan in the least The latter then went
| to work on tho Maori and fought him at
close quarters and blow followed blow in
in such quick recession that he could not
| stand the torrect and again went sprawl
| ing on tho platform. When he lifted his
| head blood poured from his nostriIs. He
| seemed dazsd and bewildered as if uncon.
scious of his surroundings. Sullivan
| stood over him and inspector Thorn and
Capt. Williams rushed on the platform to
stop the fight This was not necessary. as
Slade showed no disposition to resume the