Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-07-17
 THE PUGILlSTS.
Jim Corbett and His Punch that
 Hurts

He Is Developing a Knockout Blow . One of McGovern's Manag gers Buy
 ing Real Estate-Kid Mccoy and
 the Stranger Who Sought Him.
 James Bagley, in the New York Tele- graph, has this to say about Jim Cor bett's punch: II saw Corbett punch once. And it was d dream, not only to the fellow who slept on it, but to the few who saw it. Jim was meeting all corners in 8 vaudeville show in Phila- delphia. 1t was prior to his battle with John l.. Sullivan, the one that made him champion. The Lyceum theater was packed to the jambs. A local pride from the coal Wharves one Mon ahan, was the 'comer.' He was so big that Jeffries could play peek-a-boo be hind him. And he was as ugly as Vul- can. Jim Daly, Corbett's sparring partner, knew Monahan, and in the wings before they went on cautioned Corbett. That fellow said Daily, doesn't know much, but if he hits you you'll never box again. Keep your eye on him. Corbett drew the coal heayer's fire with single feint and as he came in something off his balance, crossed him with the right on the jaw. Mona han swayed backward and fell into the drop at the back of the stage. His ad- herents in the gallery hissed. Corbett jumped to the foot1ights. Ladies and gentlemen, he said, waving his gloved hand for hearing, T had to do it. This fellow has threatened to knock me out and I had to protect myself Jim's wit turned the hisses to cheers. When the curtain was rung down Monahan came to. He wasn't really out. He came into Corbett's dressing room as Jim was being rubbed down. Shaking a forefnger like a coupling pin under Jim's nose, he said. with a few coal side of me in a fair fight Corbett was in an ugly mood He didn't like the misses. He pulled down the forefnger and hit that ton of bone and beef bare knuekle smash on the chin that hurled Mir Monahan clean through the partition They had to send for a doc tor to bring Monahan back to life"
 Patrick H. Sullivan. brother of Sem ator Timothy D. Sullivan, and presi- dent of the Sullivan, Harris & Woods theatrical firm, which is managing Terry MeGovern, the ex-cha npion featherw eght pugilist, has bought the residence of the late Captain John H. Watson, on East Chester road. It consists of a dwelling and outhouses, with eight acres of ground, and was purchased from the Watson estate though Renwiek o, Hurry.
 The other day while Kid Mccoy was sitting in his gymnasium at Saratoga there came stranger. to the door and knocked for adnittance. "Who are you?' asked the Kid, sizing up his vis- itor. T am prizefighter," was the reply, land I want to put on the gloves with Kid Mccoy. I think I can lick that fellow Sorry said the Kid, ''but MT Mccoy just left the town. am his sparring partner, perhaps can do something for you.' The stranger apologized for intruding then went to work pulling off his street duds. He stripped big and fine and Mccoy con- cluded that he had better go at him cautiously. Ever had 'em on before" asked HcCoy, as they were about to don the mits. 'tOh, yes" the stranger replied, T am somewhat of a boxer myself" McCoy invited his opponent to Lu0 center Ol luSe~ Sy u1udS1ulI dho they went at each other for keeps. The man who was up against the Kid was not only big and strong, but shifty on his feet. Mccoy did no fancy work, but slugged right and left. His visit or was very tired after the first round but managed to come up for the sec ond. Suddenly McCoy nipped him on the chin with short jolt that sent him to the floor. When he got up the Kid let go his famous corkscrew twist and the aspirant for fstic honors fell to the floor in 8 heap. He was soon re- vived, and after putting on his clothes made ready to take his departure. "Shall tell MT Mccoy that you were here when he returns" asked the Kid. ''No, you needn't mind,' remarked the stranger, as a look of chagrin came over his countenance. II think you can whip him yourself: There is no need of my coming back to do the job."