Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-11-04

James j. JeRries. the Victor.
nearly out, but a minutes rest refreshed
him, and he went the limit with the cham
pion-a man bigger, stronger and, above
all, cleverer than the sailor, or in fact, any
man in the prize ring today.
George Siler, the referee, after the TWEEN
ty-ffth round announced his decision
awarding the victory to Jeffries on points.
Big Bet on Result.
Prior to the entrance of the men into the
ring Jake Fields, a Wall street broker
and great admrer of Sharkey made the
largest single wager recorded on the battle
and said to be the largest single wager
ever made on a prize fight. He bet SO 900
against sd 500 with Il business man present
who did not want his name mentioned.
When the men entered into the ring al
most every seat in the club house, as well
as every available space in the bIeachers.
was filled. 1t was learned from George Cook
that, with every seat filled, the receipts of
the house would be 100000. The exact
seating capacity of the house, Mr.. Cook
said, is 10,o50 figuring on the basis of SIS
box seats, 1867 reserved seats, 800 extra
reserved seats. 1,012 mezzanine reserved
seats and 5000 admission seats. The
highest price charged was $50 for a box
seat, while the general admission fee was
So. Judging from the of faces grouped
around the arena, the receipts must have
been very close to the limit named by Mr..
Cook.
While the gloves were being placed in the
mems hands johnny" Dunn, the an
nouncer, stated that he had been author
lied by Martin Julian to state that Bob
Fitzsimmons would challenge the winner.
Dunn also stated that the condition of the
match called for twenty-five rounds of
fighting, at catch weights. In case of in
reference, concluded Dunn, the man hav-
ing the better of 1t at that period shall be
declared the winner
Jeffries announced his weight as 30
pounds and Sharkey gave his as 1856
As the journal Man Saw 1t.
The New York Journal says:
Jeffries still is king of the bruisers by viz
tue Of right hook, but he could not knock
Tom Sharkey out. His title deed to his
crown is a referees decision after twenty
nVe rounds OF humping, huggiug, rubbing
and wrestling.
The battle for the championship was more
like a succession of railroad collisions than
fist fight. 1t was a battle between a
buffalo and bear and the buffalo had the
best of it when the rules ended it.
Never has there been such a struggle
seen, and 1t was a struggle for more than
a glove fight. Before it was half done both
men were covered with blood and their
massive bodies were battered and swollen.
AS far as they had to they fought accord
ing TO boxing laws, but whenever a glove
could rub closed wound again the glove
was rubbed.
From the moment they faced each other
in the ring they worked their hardest.
iASic Neie lew pretty tTlchS ol SpdTFlflS.
but there was an abundance of smashing.
crashing blows. They fought beneath
griIl OF lights that burned them. Before a
dow was struck the perspiration was pour
ing OH them. JefrieS found in half dozen
rounds that he had no easy task, and for
two-thirds of the fight Sharkey seemed
about to snatch the slugger's crown, but it
came right for Jeffries in the end
Won With His Awful Right.
That right arm of his, the most murderous
weapon in the fighting world, found the
buttressed jaw of the sailor time after time
sent him Keeling, staggering, half falling
but still fighting, all about the ring. Sew
eral things We're proved by this.
Sharkey was on his feet after twenty-five
rounds Fttzsimmons went down before
Sharkeys adversary without ever having
been near victory.
AS a spectacle the championship fight was
a brilliant success. No man in that crowd
or muscie-mad men but went away blood
glutted. throughout the fight Jeffries, IN
dian-faced, huge shadow in the night
hammered away on the armored sides of
Tom Sharkey. When it was done the crowd
learned that a rib had been crushed. The
wonder was that the mans breast was not
smashed. :"
Any one of a score of blows that caught
that sore side would have killed an ordi-
nary man in his tracks. While the fight
ers battled and bled above the noise of the
roaring crowd sounded the calm commands
OF the seconds, directing them how to fight.
The seconds might as well have directed
the storm outside how to rain. Each giant
fought as he had to, not as ne wished.
The hall was packed by s o'clock, and 1t
seemed as If the fight would never begin
so dragged the time in the hall, made hot
as a furnace by mere torrid glare of lights
At last they faced each other in the ring
buffalo and bear The story had gone the
rounds that Jeffries was not in condition.
1t Was a Foul Finish.
The memory of the rumor as Jeffries
sat in his corner glaring across at his ad-
versary, was as If somebody had said that
ice was not cold. Around the square were
all the former kings of the ring and many
of the pretenders-Sullivan, Corbett, Kid
Mccoy, Peter Maher-hungrily cycling the
champion, who easily looked the chief of
them ALL dreaming Of other days and other
fights.
Sharkey, bull-breasted, with wrinkled
face like japanese wood carving of the
strength devil grinned his appreciation of
the champions immensely. They came to-
gether with a crash, and that crash was
the Keynote of the whole fight. Jeffries
still Is champion, and long will stay cham
pion. He did not knock insensible the man
who disputed his title, but he would have
done SO In another round so had the
fight been continued
The finish was foul and squalid. Jeffries'
glove had come off and SiIer WAS Duttinp