The record-union., 1894-01-26
The Great international Fistic
Battle Fought and Won.
MITCHELL KNOCKED COMPLETELY
OUT IN THE THIRD ROUND.
The Englishman Never in 1t for Mo-
ment with the CalIfornian-He Was
Wholly Outclassed, and so Badly
Beaten as to Leave no Margin for
Consolation or Explanation.
special 10 the REcoRp-UNIov.

Special to the RECoRD-UNIoN.
JACKSONVILLE, Jan. 25.-The great in
ternational battle has been fought and
won, and Corbett stands the acknowl-
edged champion of the world, without a
flaw in his title in his slashing defeat of
Sullivan and Mitchell. Not even the
most ardent admirers of the great Cali
fornia pugilist could have dreamed OF
more brilliant victory that that Of to-day.
The Englishman was never for moment
in it. He was wholly outclassed, and so
completely beaten as to leave no margin
for consolation or explanation.
At pos the arrival of the champion IN
the ring was announced. Hat and UNI
brellas went into the air as Corbett, clad
in large bath robe, walked through the
aisle. As Mitchell climbed into the ring
at 2:l23, and was also loudly cheered,
Corbett's face was a study. He eyed
Mitchell with interest, and sardonic
grin played over his face, which said as
plainly as words, II have you now"
Mitchell was impassive, neither smlllng
nor saying anything.
When Corbett threw aside his robe he
appeared clad In nothing but red, white
and black trunk. He wore black shoes
and dark brown gloves. Mitchell wore
white gloves, black shoes and trunk and
his right wrist bandaged.
Corbett refused to shake hands and
time was called at 2:20. 1t was short,
sharp and decisive fight, too brief to have
any elements of Savagery IN it. 1t was
1oregone conclusion from the moment
when the men stepped TO the center OF the
ring and Corbett's hatred of the English
airr To tn
from shaking hands with the man who
had so uniformly abused and insulted
him. There was all but murder in Cor
bett's eye They faced each other and
the intense feeling of hatred almost gave
Corbett the fight as he cornered the Eng
ishman. and as his long arms shot out
with the force of a catapault there was
vengeance in the wind.
Mitchell showed wonderful cleverness
in the beginning, crawling out of close
quarters into which the superior size,
reach and weight OF his opponent bore
him. But there was no faltering in Cor
belts plan OF campaign, and he slowly
surrounded the BrlJon, raining in upon
his head and sides a shower of savage
punches. There was despair i'll Mitch
elPs face as he tried vainly TO elude the
agile pursuer, and finally when COrbett
closed with his opponent in an Oft corner
Mitchell realized that it was no longer
possible for him to escape the battery OF
the American. He pluckily tried 10 spar
and, falling, sought TO clinch, but Corbett
efinally beat him off and with sharp
blow on the side of the jaw brought the
Englishman on all fours.
1t was then that the crowd broke loose
in Wild shout OF applause. With the
cheers of friends ringing in his ears, and
with memories of the past fast crOWding
upon him, Corbett lost his head, and,
with the agility OF a tiger and the terrible
anger of a lion, he sprang toward the
pitiable Englishman on the rough,
resined platform, and, describing semi
circle with his right, tried to land a
Knockout blow. twice be tried this,
but MitchelFs weak and wabbling body
saved The American from foolishly sacri-
ficing the honor and glory that have come
10 him from q now decisive battle with
the EngIishman. There were cries of
foul from the crowd, although the senti-
nent OF the vast crowd was plainly with
tile American. Corbett's seconds, with
presence of mind, shot through the ropes.
y ohm Kelly ran TO the side OF the down.
fallen pugilist and Corbett was dragged
away. Mitchell was conscious and knew
that Corbett was standing over him ready
10 deal without mercy the blow that
should end the fight.
When the Englishman finally struggled
to his feet Corbett, without tithe OF pity.
pounded his big gloves in the face Of his
Zoe until the latter staggered and fell
against the ropes and then lay almost
sprawling on the floor, blood smeared all
over his face. When Mitchell was again
on his feet the men closed in COrbett's
corner, and there was savage exchange,
and when the gong sounded the seconds
and referee and a half dozen in the cor
ner had to pry the enemies apart.
1t was hard work to bring Mitchell up
again, but Corbett sprang out when the
gong sounded. There was hardly mo-
ment of sparring. Mitchell tried but
once, the last desperate play. to tackle
but Corbett was remarkably foxy and
alert, and soon crowded the poor, beaten
Briton to the ropes again. Then, with
another of his merciless jabs, he sat his
rival flat on the floor. Mitchell was evil
IDENTIFY suffering severely and his face was
a picture OF woe. His mouth and nose
were bleeding, and with his big gloves be
had smeared blood all over his face, until
his appearance was almost ghastly.
Again Corbett losing his presence of
mind. started toward Mitchell. again
his hands swung out, and again his sec
onds ran forward TO save him from NOM
inal defeat. Big John Kelly ran over to
the ropes where Mitchell was lying, and
Corbett was borne back to his seat.
Mitchell hardly cared To rise. and kelly's
finger went up and down like the pendu-
lum of a clock to count the seconds that
must elapse before the battle was over.
1t seemed an hour before Mitchell
finally rose TO his feet again. and was
dangerously near the limit of time, but
just before the gong rang out Mitchell
did stand up, leaning against the ropes.
Kelly waived his finger to Corbett, who
was seated in his corner, and the Amerl-
can champion sprang forward for the last
1Fan >frIF 70 rx-ha a.
stood, dangerous leer in his eye, and
with the supreme satisfaction of revenge,
shot his hand out with the speed of a
lightning bolt His big glove landed
fairly and squarely on MitchelPs face.
and the Englishman fell prone upon the
stage, the blood oozing from his mouth
and staining the rough pine boards of the
ring. he made one attempt to move
himself, and then turned over and lay
with his face TO the floor. utterly and
absolutely beaten, until his seconds ran
over and bore him to his corner, and with
the cheers OF thousand people dimly
ringing in his ears, he sat in his corner
trying to realize the suddenness and COM
pleteneSs with which all hopes had been
blasted. The crowd remained long
enough to see Mitchell borne TO his cor
ner.
While the fallen gladiator was receiv-
inc the consolation of admirers and the
sympathy of Pony Moore, his father-in-
law. Corbett was being surrounded and
crushed by frantic friends, all trying to
shake hands at once.
AS soon as the fight was over Corbett
slipped on his trousers again and drew
towels about him, and stepping as lightly
as when he entered the ring, made his
way slowly back to the old kitchen in the
ward, where he had spent an hour before
The fight waiting for Mitchell to come.
Mitchell drew an old gray bathing