The Globe-republican., 1899-06-15
EFFRES Is champion.
Fitzsimmons Is Knocked Out in the
Eleventh Round.
KANGAROO GAME TO THE LAST.

NEW YORK, June IL James j. JEFF
fries. another sturdy young giant, has
come out Of the West to whip cham
pion pugilists At the arena of the
Concy Island Club Friday night
he defeated Robert FitzsimmOns,
worlds champion in two classes-mid-
dIeweight and heavyweight-in eleven
rounds of whirlwind fighting. He
came to the ring a rank outsider and
left it the acknowledged master of the
man he defeated. He was never at
any time in serious danger, and after
the size-up i'll the carly rounds OF
the contest took the lead. He had
the Australian whipped from the
ninth round Il was acknowledged
that Jeffries would have an immense
advantage in weight, height and age,
but the thousands who tipped and
backed his opponent to win were sure
that he was slow and that he would
inthat respect be absolutely at the
mercy of the past master at the
He proved on the contrary that he
was just as fast as the man he met,
and beat him down to unconscious de-
feat in fair fight He is a veritabl
giant in stature and marvelously
speedy for his immense size. Less
than a year ago he appeared in New
York a great, awkward, ungainly boy.
The tenth was in reality where the
fight ended. Jeffries rushed his oppo-
nent and downed him with a left
swing Fitzsimmons seemed out and
there was moment of the widest
excitement. Julian ran along the side
of the ring and sprinkled water on
his fallen idol. At the end of seven
seconds Fitzsimmons staggered to his
feet only to go down again. He was
up again and Jeffries poised himself
for the finish. He shot his left to the
body and tried for the head with his
right. He was calm and collected,
did the gong come to the aid of the
man who was then going, staggering
and dazed, to certain defeat. There
was frantic effort to revive the
champion of champions, but he was
clearly gone and his seconds could
not restore him.
The fate-like gong changed again
and the old fighter wabbled out to
meet the sturdy young Hercules who
awaited him. 1t was as courageous
and gritty as dash up to the firing
line in battle, but it was hopeless.
They were together. 1t was a splendid
moment and full of all that dramatic
intensity tina: characterizes tragedy.
Jeffries was as fresh as at the start.
There was a moment of sparring and
the giant arms of the Californian shot
through the air. 1t was left and
right--and over. Fitzsimmons, limp
and unconscious, dropped to the floor.
Jeffries stepped back. for he knew
the force that he had put behind
his terrible blows. The timers called
off the seconds that counted out an
old ring hero and hcralded another,
but nobody heard them. The crowd
was on its feet bowling. There was
q rush for the ring but scores of blue
coats barred the way. Ten seconds
are short and when the tenth had
come there was new roar of excite
ment tc welcome the victor. Julian,
Hickey, Kenney and Everhardt gath
cred up the PROSTATE man. He was
still in q trance. They carried him to
his corner and q little blood oozed
2rom his mouth as his head fell for
ward on his chest.
Ntz came to very quickly and JEFF
walked across to the defeated cham
pion's corner and both shook hands
warmly. Judging from the express
sion on Fits face, he did not feel
much disgruntled at his defeat
Jeffries had the good wishes of his
clergyman father out at Los Angeles.
This wire was placed in his hand -
he reached the ring:
"Jim:-We know you will win.
Keep good spirits; be confident of our
blessing.
''FATHER, MOTHER AND FAMILr."