Kansas City daily journal. [volume] (Kansas City, Mo.) 1892-1897, 1895-02-20
THE poTTsvILLE REFEREE.


Alul icIts VI it'
From the New York Sun.
Tim Hurst, who has made a name for
himself as the most fearless baseball um-
pire in the business. and who seems to
have a thorough knowledge of boxing.
judging from his work so far at the
fights of the Seaside Athletic Club, is quite
a character, and tells a story with all the
power of mimicry characteristic OF his
race.
One Of the Irishman's best efforts was
made in the company Of half a dozen
friends the other evening" and when he
had concluded his hearers were convulsed.
1t appears from Hurst's tale that mill
was arranged in a Pennsylvania town be-
tween an lrishman named Gallagher and
an Englishman named Gibson. Neither
man had ever seen the other, Out they be-
longed to rival towns, and quite a lot of
money was bet on the match by partisans
of both. Gallagher WIS great, brawny
fellow, with immense strength, but no SCI
ence. He was considerable Of a rounder
and was of the John l.. Sullivan school.
believing that a. shave and shampoo was
about all the training he required to whip
with some friends on the eve of the bat
tie when someone said, looking out of the
Hello, there goes Gibson"
''Phwat? Is that the mon? I'll put a
dinge in his face! I'll punch holes in him!
III alt him in wan round!'
friends. You'd better not count your
chickens before they are Matched. They
say this Englishman has a vast amount
of science and is game into the bargain"
For reply Gallagher turned and drove
his fist through a half-inch partition. and
stopped by his friends, who told him to
husband his strength for the next even
ing;
thought that nobody in their own town
knew enough about boxing to referee the
affair properly, and they sent over to Potts
vile for local sport, who had reputa-
tion at home, TO come over and pass judg-
ment upon the merits Of the men.
tbs was fhs ,a afaE and when
like a cyclone. His arms beat about like
elusive Englishman finally. worked him
over to one side of the ring where the
ropes, were laid against a brick wall. He
then beat tattoo on the Irishman's face,
whose head struck the wall at each blow
with SUFFICIENT force to crack an ordinary
mans. skull He was all but out at the
call of time, but when revived by liberal
doses of cold water, he gasped, looked
around wildly. and said to one Of his seq
VIII yez tell me what round that was?"
only the third" was the reply.
"Begorra' I'm all right. only twelve
Gallagher was advised by his seconds
that the only chance he had was to mix
twelve rounds were mainly decided on the the
floor, where all kinds of rules went. There
were gouging. kicking and everything but
biting, The referee looked on all the while
break" or to ''kewit it. AT the end Of
the fifteenth round, after giving his trous-
ers a hitch and adjusting the yellow dia-
mond in his red necktie the referee ad-
dressed the house thus:
Me name is Connie O'Bren and I come
from Pottsville. ] come over here to ref
cree dis fight, but dis amt no scrap, and
want ter say that can lick either one
of desc fellers wild me left hand tied round
me back, Neither one of 'em can scrap,
and I calls dis fight a draw. Any gent
wot's not satisfied can come up and take
his moneys worth out Of me-"