Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1892-09-15

JAMES j. CoRBETr. III
stitious almost to the verge of idiocy,
and when they found their man had
won they felt that things were com
ing their way to be sure
When asked what corner he would
take Corbett replied promptly: ''Why.
the lucky corner, of course" The
lucky corner in the Olympic club has
become famous one. It is the one
across the ring from the entrance gate
and nearest the gong. Only two losers
have ever come out of it-Gallagher in
his fight with Cal Mccarthy and Lar
kin in his fight with Johnny Griffin.
Both Dixon and McAuliffe came out of
this corner Monday and Tuesday
nights.
President Gaillotte had not finished
speaking before the contestants came
down the steps and entered the ring.
Sullivan was stripped down to a pair of
green trunks, and his enormous frame
showed up to it's best advantage. The
awful air of determination which in
variably rests on the big fellows
features was there in its entirety, and
as he calmly surveyed his surroundings
the crowd broke into cheer that al
most raised the roof.
It was Sullivan crowd from pit to
gallery. Corbttt came so close behind
the big fellow that he was almost lost
sight of. He seemed trained to the
bone, but looked like middleweight
before the massive frame of the cham
pion. Corbett during the prelimiparies,
tapped his foot nervously while the
gloves were being weighed and thrown
into the ring.
Capt. Barrett went around to each
corner of the ring and warned the
crowd that if anybody attempted to
get into the ring or in any way inter-
fere with the proceedings it would go
hard with him. The crowd cheered
this statement. It was evidently a
most orderly gathering and intent on
seeing the best man win without re-
gard to sentiment.
The contestants and seconds were
called to the center of the ring and the
club rules explained to them. Jack
McAuliffe, Phil Casey, Charley john
son and Joe Lannon were in Sullivan's
corner, while Jim DAILY, Mike Dom
ovan and McVey, the wrestler,
were in Corbett's corner. Bait
Masterson kept time for Cor
bett and Frank Moran for Sullivan
The gloves were made of brown leather
and were fitted snugly to the hands of
the contestants. The crowd cheered
Justify as the gloves were donned, and
when the gong sounded for the first
round the applause fairly shook the
building. 1t was 9:O3 when time was
called and the men faced each other.
When the gong sounded for the first
round and Corbett walked up and
pushed his glove in the big fellows
face and then began to run around,
the crowd saw at once that Sullivan
had more than his match in science,
and the fight simply resolved
into question whether Corbett
had strength enough to whip the
champion of the champions. When
Corbett started his walking tactics the
crowd commenced to hiss, but the dem
onstration affected the Californian not
a bit. Sullivan had not been in the
ring five minutes before his miserable
condition began to show itself. He was
as fat as a pig and when he moved
around the great layers of fat shook
like so much jelly. He seemed,in even
poorer shape than when he fought Kill
rain. Corbett devoted the first four
rounds to feeling his man. but
of 1,;,,, Tho
van was not expecting this and
when Corbett's left came like fash
into his nose it seemed to stagger him
for the moment. Corbett was at him
Ike demon and there is no installing
the fact that had :here been more pow
er behind the C;tlifornian's blows the
famous fight would have ended then
and. there. Sullivan's nose was cut
right across the bridge and when the
blood spurted from it in a stream it al
most b inded the champion.
With this mark and Sullivan's enor-
nous bnild to shoot at Corbett kept the
big fellow busy. His work was done
almost exclusively with the left hand
and was not a straight punch, but asort
of round-arm swing that Sullivan
seemed unable to gauge at all. Cor
bett would walk up to him and shoot
the lett into his stomach, and when the
big fellows hands would go down Cor
belts left hand was on the damaged
nose in trice. That was the story of
the fight right through.
Corbett would walk around the big
Vulcan like cat watching mouse.
When an opening. was presented he
was at it, and landed every lime he led.
Whenever Sullivan would lead the
blow was short and the Californian's
left was right back in his damaged Wis
age. When the sixteenth round was
reached Sullivan went back to his
corner a sick and tired man.. Before
the gong sounded for the seventeenth
round the big fellow vomited, and the
lynx-eyed seconds at once noted the
champions weakness, and Corbett's
orders were to work for his stomach
at once. When time was called Cor
bett went right at the big fellows
stomach and made him fairly sicken
under his bombardment If Sullivan
ever had a chance to win it ended
there; from that time on he grew per-
ceptibly weaker and was made a
punching bag of by the skillfnl Cali
fornian.
After. this round there was never any
doubt as to the result. The cham pion
grew weaker and weaker with each
succeeding round, and it was in the
twentieth round that Sullivan really
met his Waterloo. 1t happened in d
mixing up near the ropes and ia the
exchanges Sullivan had all the worst 81
It. He staggered against the ropes,
reH back against Corbett only to re-
ceive the volleY Of blows he seemed IN.
able to ward off. Corbett was unable
70 knock him down, but he staggered
him time and again until the big fel.