The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1894-02-02
CORBETT THE CHAMPION
he Easily Knocks Mitchell Out In
tho Third Round.
The Eng'lshman Show cd Wonderful
Cleverness but IIo Was No Watch
for tho Amcricnn-Details
of the Fight

OF the right
JACKSONVILLE. Fla, Jan. 26.-JameS
]. Corbett went into the ring yesterday
champion of America He left it cham
pion of the world, without scratch
upon his handsome face or bruise
upon his sinewy body. He entered the
ring with something akin to murder in
his heart. He fought, not as Jim Cor
bett usually does, but as was the GUS
tom of the once mighty Sullivan-like
whirlwind. He beat Charles Mitchell
in three rounds, and now has but one
regret-that he did not punish the En-
glishman more.
For the first time since he has been
acknowledged head of the pugilistic
fraternity OF the world Corbett has de-
Tended with success the title which he
won by defeating his predecessor, John
l.. Sullivan
1t was short, sharp and decisive
fight, too brief to have many of the ele-
ments of brutality in it. 1t was fore
gone conclusion from the moment
the men stepped to the center of the
ring, and Corbett's hatred of the En-
glishman coming to the surface, inhib-
itcd him from shaking hands with the
man who had so uniformly abused and
insulted him.
Mitchell showed wonderful clever
ness in the beginning, crawling out of
the close quarters into which the supe-
rior size, reach and weight of his oppo-
neut tore him, but there was no faltcr-
ing in Corbett's plan OF campaign, and
l. Id he Rrlf
were, raining in upon his head and
sides shower of savage punches
There was despair in Mitchclls face as
evainly tried to eludc his agile pur-
suer, and finally when Corbett closed
with his opponent in an off corner,
Mitchell realized that it was no longer
possible for him to escape the battery
of the American. He plucl1ily tried to
spar, and failing sought to clinch, but
Corbett finally beat him off, and with
q sharp blow on the side of the jaw
brought the Englishman on all fours.
1t was then that the crowd broke iu-
to a wild shout of applause. With the
cheers of his friends ringing in his ears.
and with the memories of the past
crowding fast upon him, Corbett lost
his head, and with the agility of
tiger, and the terrible anger of n lion,
sprang toward the pitiable Englishman
on the rough rosined platform, and de-
scribing semi-circle with his right,
tried to land a knockout blow. Twice
he tried this. but Mitchell's weak and
webbing body saved the American
from foolishly sacrificing the honor
and glory that would have come to
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the Englishman.
There were cries of foul from the
crowd, although the sentiment of the
vast throng was plainly with the
American. Corbetts seconds, with
great presence of mind, shot through
the ropes. John Kelly ran to the
side of the downfallen pugilist, and
Corbett was dragged away.
When the Englishman struggled to
bis feet, Corbett, without a tithe OF
pity, pounded his big gloves into the
face of his foe until the latter stag
gered and fell against the ropes, and
lay almost sprawling on the floor, the
blood smeared all over his face. When
Mitchell was again on his feet the men
closed in Corbett's corner, and there
gong sounded, seconds and referee, and
the half dozen in the corner 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 a moment of spar
ring. Mitchell tried but once, last
desperate play to tackle, but Corbett
was remarkably foxy and alert, and he
soon crowded the poor beaten Briton
to this ropes again, and with another
of his merciless jahs, sat his rival fiat
on the floor. Mitchell was evidently
suffering severely, and his face was tho
picture of woe. His mouth and nose
were bleeding and with his big gloves
he had smeared the blood all over his
face, until his appearance was
most ghastly. Again Corbett, los
ing his presence of mind, started
toward Mitchell and again his
hands swung out and again his
nominal 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 a pendulum of 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 il
was dangerously near the limit of time,
but just before the gong rang out
Mitchell did stand up, leaning against
the ropes, his face the counterfeit OF
his feelings Kelly waved his finger
to Corbett, who was seated in his
corner, and the American champion
sprapg forward for the last time.
Striding over to where Mitchell sto1d,
a dangerous look in his eye, and with
the supreme satisfaction of revenge.
shot his hand out with the speed
of a lightning bolt A big glove
landed fairly and squarely on Mitch.
ellis face, and the Briton fell prone
upon the stage. the b.ool oOz;ng from
his mouth and staining the rough pine
boards of the ring. He made one faint
attempt to move, and then turned over
and lay with his face to the floor, ut
terly and absolutely beaten.
Tho Pu<ilis.s Make Up
JACKSONVILLE. Fla, Jan. % Cor
bett and Mitchell met in the court
room last evening and through the ef.
forts of Joe Vendig the long-ch rished
animosity of the two men toward each
other was buried. Though they
had not exchanged the usual