Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-05-17

MEN ON THE EXCURSION"
prize fight took place last night on the
upper Potomac between Walter Coleman, of
this city, and Jas. Dorsey, of Baltimore. for a
purse of $780, and resulted in the declaration of
draw after eleven desperate rounds. Both
are colored middle weights. All the local
sports were out in force, beside including sew
| eral lawyers and doctors from this city. The
tip that there was going to be fight was given
out during the afternoon, and by the time the
little steamboat Frances was ready to pull out
from Passeno's boat-house upward of two hun
dred people occupied her decks. The boat at
first steamed down the river TO throw the
police of the scent in case they were on the
watch), but turned around when opposite the
Washington monument and silently steamed to
the scene of battle, short distance this side
OF the Chain bridge.
THE RING
was pitchedcin a picturesque spot and was of
the regulation twenty-four foot pattern. The
ring was illuminated by small gasoline circus
lamps, and the picture presented as the eager
spectators crowded around it was a study in
itself. Bob Fitzpatrick was chosen referee, and
ne had no sooner entered the ring than he was
followed by Dorsey, the Baltimore boy, clad in
blue trunks and red stockings A coat was
ponent, tall CLEAN of darkness, followed
directly, assisted by his friend, Jimmy Hughes,
and his second, George Northridge. His tights
were blue. Frank Hatton was chosen referee,
and the men ordered to make ready" Time
was called at 1925.
THE OPENING ROUNDS.
In the first round Coleman stood firmly with
high guard, while Dorsey fiddled for an OPEN
ing. 1t came sooner than was expected and
oil A.
in fighting followed time being called with
both men on the ropes
Second round-COleman didn't wait for an
opening. but rushed at his opponent and landed
repeatedly. Cries were heard of fifty to
twenty-fi on Coleman"
Third round-The tall black looked conf
dent and the other savage. A little feinting,
then lead by Coleman, which was clearly
ducked, Dorsey slipping aside and landing a
vicious upper cut, putting lump on Coleman 8
eye. The round closed with a clinch.
Fourth round-Heavy mitigating character-
lied this round. The willy Baltimorean showed
great ring tactics in the beginning, but was
completely daZed as the big black rushed him
to his corner and nearly took him off his feet
with full left on his smelle-. Cries of foul"
from Dorsey not allowed.
The fifth round was characterized by more
hard in-fghting, the men clinching at every
chance.
FIRST BLOOD.
The sixth round was another hot one. After
an exchange of blows Coleman led and landed
on Dorsey's nose, bringing the claret First
blood for Coleman claimed and allowed.
The seventh round found both men cautious
Dorsey was playing for Coleman's body, and
landed several times, drawing the big black up.
The eighth round was perhaps the hottest of
the mill. After a lively bit of boxing there
was cllnch near the ropes, but the men broke
fi,pa
called 1t was bang, bang" veritable old
time smuggling match. When time was called
Coleman came to his corner with
AN UGLY CASH IN HIS BACK,
given by white half-rate prize-ighter, just
outside the ring, who was hooted for his inhu-
man tactics to beat the black.
Dorsey was tired when time was called for
the ninth round, but the black was after him
when he came to the scratch, and sent him to
his corner just as time was called with a swing
ing Highlander.
II dun got enuf," cried Dorsey; che fouled
me and l amt gwine to fight no more" With
that he put on his coat and attempted to leave
the ring, but his friends prevailed upon him to
fight another round.
Coleman wanted to do all the work, and as
soon as the chance presented itself he reached
for Dorsey and received a heavy counter in the
stomach, but it didn't faze him, and his supe-
rior weight was telling on Dorsey. sharp
upper cut, closely followed by hard right
handler, sent Dorsey to the ground, done. He
rallied, however, before ten seconds, but made
for his corner.
DORSEY REFUSES TO FIGHT ANY MORE.
All the persuasion in the world couldn't get
him back. Coward" rang from a hundred
Threats, but Dorsey didn't mind it; he had
enough to do to look after his bruises.
As the fight was to be to finish the referee
could do nothing but call it draw, although it
was plain that Dorsey was knocked out. or
would have been in another round The fight
being over there was a wild scramble for the
boat, and in the melee one man fell overheard
He was quickly pulled out, however, a wetter
and wiser man. The party arrived in the city
about 80 o'clock.