The Appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. ;) 1889-19??, 1904-01-02
JOHN T.. AS REFEREE
FORMER GREAT PUGlLiST- TELLS
OF PECULIAR HAPPENING.
English and American Fighters Deal
Each Other Simultaneous, Knockout
Blows-American the First to Come
Back to Earth.

There were four in party, including
John L. Sullivan and Brooklyn Jimmy
Carroll, and the conversation turned
to old time fstic encounters. John j..
was in good spirits and one of the
party asked the ex-champion for a
story. - :. =. ..- - 49,.
Ever hear Of a fight I once refereed
at Harry Hills years ago." replied
John, clearing his throat. Its
peach. No? Well, in those days the
game was all to the good. There were
plenty of corners, all anxious to get
crack at me. I don't exactly remem-
Der who the fellow was, but l think he
was an Englishman, who had come
from over the pond expressly to put
the gloves on with me. He was a
husky looking guy, with big muscles,
and had the reputation OF being
killer in his own country. That is,
he had a beaut of a right hand that
could cure all kinds of insomnia with
Just one dig if it landed on the right
spot.
well, everything was arranged fod
US to meet. 1 was feeling fine that
night, ard I was ready to give that
duck all the fighting he wanted. Some!
how the English pug got cold feet
and wouldn't go on. All the pert
suasion in the world had no effect
and he funked. l was SO sore that
made up my mind to knock his blocE
eff, even if | did not do it in the regu.
lar old-fashioned way.
The guy showed up all right. He
came to the place and made grand
stand play that he was in no shapd
to meet me. He said he wanted to
train, but was ready to show what
he could do if a substitute could be
had. Well, thought it over, and said
to Harry Hill to let him have a
chance So another big man, a fell
low about the Englishman's own
weight, was paired against the mug
from over the sea. They were to
have it out for four rounds. prom
ised to meet the Englishman if he
showed any kind of form. The crowd
was a bit sore because the Briton re-
fused to meet me, but squared mat
tiers by conserving to act as referee.
I'm the first round the Englishman
started rough house tactics and had
his man ON the go. In the second it
was the other way, but the foreigner
was gritty and stood the walloping
fire. The third was a hummer. They
punched each other all over the ring
The Englishman was floored twice,
but got up gamely and hung on till
the end of the round. l took a kind
Of liking to him for his courage, but
in my heart I wished his opponent
would eat him up.
1.-THE fourth started off with a
Jump, with the foreigner having all
the better of it. He nailed his op-
ponent with both hands, and it was
Il cinch that l would be forced to give
him the decision. While the scrap
was at it's height wished something
would happen so that could give the
local man the fight. And something
= did happen. Quicker than it takes to
tell it both went down from right
hand counters. l started to count 'em
out, hoping the local guy would get
W in time. He didn't move a muscle;
neither did the Britisher. The ten
seconds we're up and both were still
dead to the world.
Il was in fix, and in my mind l
was figuring what to do. Fifteen min
utes passed and neither fighter showed
any signs of coming to. Well, was
puzzled and"
What did you do? What did you
do?'
What did I do?" returned the big
fellow with grin. "Why, gave the
decision to the fellow who got up
first. It wasn't the English mug,
either."-New York Sun.