The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1906-07-20

Jenrtes knocked all the fight out of
me. wouldn't fight that fellow again
for million dollars. No bughouse or
undertaken for me.
"Fighters-I mean men who win by
slugging-drop out of that game quick
er than the boxers. A clever fellow
isn't hurt much in fight, but it's the
bruising fighter, who wins by strength
and ability to take it who dies quicker.
Look at Kid Lavigne. He was one
of his head few years ago. So was
Kid Carter, go was New York Jack
O'Brien, and now they say Terry is a
bit loose on top. They take too many
lickings. It's those fellows like Eddie
Hanlon, Herrera and Nelson-they get
in and out, slug the other fellow and
just batter him down. After while
they get talking funny, and the first
thing you know they are tagged for the
looney house.
"They never seem to know when they
get enough of the game. I'd let them
lose twice and then throw them out. A
champion never came back yet-so
what is the use of letting them get duff
fly trying to win out.
Ten years ago James ]. Corbett and
keeping the daily papers filled with
weight championship, and Sailor Tom
Sharkey was just coming out of the
fistic incubator and being carefully
groomed by Tim McGrath and Spider
Kelly, Kid Mccoy and Dan CreedOn
and Jim Hall and Peter Mahar and
Inn M, II f,,rp{chod food Gov <I,oS,
deeds in the squared circle. So much
that time Jim Jeffries had hardly been
heard of.
In the middleweight class Tommy
Ryan looked the best of the bunch, and
Joe Walcott was creating little havoc
pounds under the scale. Tommy West
Among the welters there were so
Mysterious Billy Smith, Matty
Matthews, Rube Ferns and that bunch
were in their prime, and then came
the lightweights, headed at that time
by the peerless Kill Lavigne. with Erne,
Dial Hawkins, Mcfarland, Joe Cane,
George McFadden and others disputing
the title.
OF the wee small fellows Dixon was
still cock of the waltz. but sort of de-
clining, while Dave Sullivan was maxi
ing quite splurge, and Jimmy Barry
had things all to himself among the
bantams.
Just go over that list today, and how
many are champions and how many of
them would even be able to secure
bout at any of the big first class clubs?
Fitzsimmons, Joe Cans, Tommy Ryan
and then you have them all. The rest
of them have quit the ring forever, as
their sun has set and their money-mak-
ing days are at an end.
And SO it will be ten years from now.
An entirely new crop of fighting ma
terial will be brought forth to amuse
the public and furnish argument as to
ability for the sporting world. The
old must make way for the new in
the fighting line as we'll as in every
other walk of life. Fighters are but
human, even If some people look upon
them as brutes.
Kid Mccoy is knee deep in newly
built houses and automobiles now,
but it didn't always come that easy.
,, When he was matched to box Jack
O'Brien in Philadelphia the Kid went
to White Plains to train. He hired a
small cottage on the premises.
IF I'd only hung on to all l made in
the ring" said he to me the first day
We were up there. Il could buy half
this town."
And he could have at that, says
Left Cross in the New York Globe.
But any time the Kid went short of
anything he wanted. it wasn't where
the thing grew. The next day he took
a stroll around the village to inspect
some desirable property with view to
purchasing country home. And the
hecks up there fell over themselves in
their hurry to land him.
OF course he might buy the cottage
he had rented, although it was rather
small in which to hold weekend
parties of considerable number. When
it comes to handling out the swell bull,
Mccoy has everything ever heard
running backward, and I've heard a
few.
1t only took until the third day for
results to show. The butcher drove
up with some choice cuts.
Would Mr.. Mccoy accept them?
The butcher had often seen Mr.. Mccoy
in the ring. He had won money back
ing him in his fights"
Mr.. Mccoy didn't know. His caterer
In New York always attended to such
matters, with which, of course, he
couldn't be bothered. However, after
a pause-as he intended to make an
extended stay in White Plains, which
wasn't at all bad country residence,
he believed in encouraging home in
dustry. Yes, the butcher might leave
the cuts.
The grocer had come under the wire
a close second, and all the others who
dig up things you have to have were
tied for third place.
The Kid lived like country gentle
man, only more so. until he left for
Philadelphia to split piece of the
public change with O'Brien.
White Plains gave him a great
send of at the station. They have
the memory of that event lingering
with them still.
Rival to Southern Negro.
The big figures making up the total
of Italians, Lithuanians, Slovaks,