The evening world., 1903-12-30

slowed away in tho recesseso of his mighty muscle sheathed arms. as4.
He was o top OF Hanlon like a lion.
found the Californians head.
BELL FOUND THEM FIGHTING LIKE DEMONS.
STEADY, Bill, steady!" came the command from his corner.
And Billy" steadied himself chased his foe around the ring, and was
shtins like a demon when the clear notes of the gong swelled cross the
attehed.
The clans of the gong wal the death-knel of Hanlons championship
"Corbett" vas after him like a tiger as he sprang from his corner for the
eighth session.
1t was the Denverite all the way through that round, running easy. with
mis- mouth wide open. He gave Hanon a terrific gruelnng.
Thud! Crash! Bang! The fearful swings of his doughty fists sank into
the midshp works of the Golden Gate pride, working awful havoc.
Hanlon lurched into his seat Is the gong sent them away for the min
utes rest.
"CORBETT'S" SMILE OF CONFIDENCE.
There a a lul until the fourteenth round. Corbett was still swing
ing along in the lead. He cam to his corner after the thirteenth session
with a smile.
"In put him away" he whispered to his seconds.
He nearly made good before another minute had passed.
The "one. two punch did it.
HANLO FIRST KNOCKDOWN.
A left hook to the jaw, with an awful right stepping on it's heels, and
Hanlon went to the floor.
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stalled for a moment, and then carried the fight to his foe.
Another left hook, and IIanlonb knees rocked again.
But, game as a pebble. he fought back desperately, bindly. viciously,
and fighting again the welcome clang OF the gong sent him to his corner.
He came out for the fifteenth round with evident instructions to stay
away and wait for his ebbing strength TO creep back into his weary limbs
WOULDN'T E HANLO ON REST.
But "Corbeu" was not to be denied
Rush! Rush.! Rush!!!
Bang! Bang. Bang!!!
His flying lists Gu through the smokeladon atmosphere like lightning
almost 20 the last ounce.
His youth and wonderful recuperatve powers brought him up strong
almost to the danger point
BEGINS SLAUGHTER.
1t was the sixteenth session. "corbett" slid from his corner like a
panther.
He closed in on the 1.-THE little youth. who pranced and danced before
his eyes like som myth in the thick smoke that hung like a cloud over the
ring.
There a a dangerous glitter in the champions eye
GOES HANLON AGAIN.
Hanlon came to him. and-rip, rip, rip; one, two, one, two-the
flying fists of the Denverite tore their way through the now wabbly guard
of the Pacific coast youngster.
Rip rip, rip! Crash! Bang! And down went Hanlon.
'Nine!" yelled the timer and Hanlons feet were under him again.
Crash! Bang! "Corbett" IA tearing into him like a mailman!
Time and time again his fearful swings reached the jaw Of the Cali.
fornian. lanlon reeled around the ring, pumped out to the last ounce
eyes rolling. CLASSY; his brain befogged, his trembling knees barely earrvins
his swayng body.
1t was a slaughter now.
Hanlon was the picture OF a defeated gladiator, streaked with carmine
dying o his feet.
Then Graney stopped the carnage.
And Young Corbett" had won and is still champion teather-weight of
1.-THE world.
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