The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1904-09-10

namely Corbett, Fitzsimmons and JEFF
fries.
No man ever took defeat so hard as
did Corbett when Lanky Bob handed
him that solar plexus blow at Carson
City. After gaining his feet he raved
like a mailman and tried to assault
F:tZsimmons and every one within
reach. After going to his dressing
room he was like Gagged tiger and re-
fused to be comforted. He paced up
and down the little room long after
Fitzsimmons and his party and most
of the spectators had left the arena.
He Gained down and began to cry:
Between sobs he could be heard to say:
We'll, lost, but am the better man.
Fitz must fight me again. He is not
the Champion
After a long season of triumphs Fitz-
simmons himself tasted of the bitter
pill of defeat. AT Coney Island the
Australian had his laurels wrested
from him by the giant Jeffries. He
took his defeat manfully, even though
he did shed a few tears and appeared
/ to be in a stupor. Still. many who
/ saw the veteran at Coney Island after
he left the ring fallen champion We're
/ compelled TO turn away.
| The late Rose Julian, the fighters
wife, who cheered him on to victory
at Carson City, was present and look
/ ed after his wants before and after
/ the fight. She cried bitterly, and at
! one time her emotions got the better
/ of her and she wanted to strike her
husbands conqueror. Fitzsimmons had
nothing to say and gave Jeffries all
| the. credit due him for the victory.
| The defeat of the little colored won
| der, George Dixon, by Terry Meow
! ern furnished one of the most pathetic
scenes in the annals of pugilism.
/ Battered almost beyond recongnition.
/ the bronzed fighter from Boston. who
held the championship against the
/ worlds greatest fighting men in his
class for more than Is years, was al
/ most carried to a waiting hack and re-
moved to the Hotel Delavan owned by
his manager, Tom O'Rourke He sirnp-
| ly could not be comforted and refused
to talk
His cries were piteous and there was
not a dry eye among the friends who
hlled the hotel room. Dixon was plac-
ed in bed and covering his head with
the pillows, he wept for hours, re-
/ fusing to take consolation in the fact
+, that his friends still stuck by him.
'Oh, its too bad" he moaned. .I
should have known better Here 1 am
after my long career as a fighter, and
have not got a penny" He was as
sured that his friends would care for
him, but this only added to his scr.
rows.
! well-known newspaper artist who
was in the hotel was sent for It>was
thought that owing to his friendship
Tor the little fighter he might be the
means of cheering Dixon. When he
looked into the room he ran out with
the remark that he could not stand
] to see the sorrowful sight.
Frank Erne wept like a child when
Terry McGovern knocked him out at
Madison Square Garden. He was an
artist with the gloves. and it was
thought he would easily defeat the
Brooklyn boy, but was like a novice be-
fore the PUSHES of his antagonist.
When Terry McGovern was knock
ed out at Hartford by Young Corbett.
ne, too. cried, but it was anger that
brought the tears. Terry cursed his
luck. and, claiming that the victory
OF the Denver boy was a chance one,
would not listen to the comforting
words OF his friends. He chased Cor
bett from city TO city and frequently
roundly abused his conqueror. Finally
he got the returned match which he
sought, and that Corbett won again
is well known
Little Danny Dougherty. the bantam
weight. who is the only Philadelphia
who ever held f1stic championship,
took his defeat by Harry Forbes very
much 10 heart. When the Chicago boy
knocked Dougherty out the latter cried
piteouSly and even Forbes was NOV