Los Angeles herald., 1906-07-08

was declared the loser. 1t took the
heart out of him and he has never been
the same. Jimmy Britt was knocked
out by Nelson after a terrible licking
and 1t looks as though he is on the to-
boggan. Terry McGovern was never the
same after Young Corbett walloped him
twice. Terry Is a great little fighter
mind you, but he is not near the Terry
he used to be.
Boxers Go Crazy
"Jeffries knocked all the fight out of
me. l wouldn't fight that fellow again
for a million dollars. No bughouse or
undertakers for me.
"Fighters-I mean men who win by
slugging-drop out Of the 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 the ability to take it, who dies
quicker.
Look at Kid Lavigne. He was out
of his head a few years ago. SO was
Kid Carter, so 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 a while
they get to 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 these
fellows get daffy trying to win out?"
champions come and CO." said an
old sport the other day, and after q
moments reflection one must agree
with him. Take all the fellows who
are at the top of the heap today, and
ten years ago none of them was even
heard of, and If they were they were
of that preliminary type that battle so
hard for recognition and receive so
little of it.
Ten years ago James j. Corbett and
Bob Fitzsimmons were squabbling and
keeping the daily papers filled with
columns of matter regarding the
heavyweight 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
were then, too, among the top-notchers,
and Jim Hall and Peter Maher and Joe
Choynski furnished food for their deeds
in the squared circle. So much for the
big fellows, and mind you, at 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 a little havoc
himself, although he was several
pounds under the scale. Tommy West
and Jack Root were some shucks, too.
Among the welters there were so
many space forbids mentioning all.
Mysterious Billy Smith, Matty Mat
thews, Rube Ferns and that bunch
were in their prime, and then came
the lightweights, headed at that time
by the peerless Kid Lavigne, with
Erne, Dal Hawkins, MCFARLAND, Joe
Cans, George McFadden and others
disputing the title.
OF the wee small fellows Dixon was
still cock of the walk, but sort of de-
c!ining, while Dave Sullivan was max
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 ever be able to secure a
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
making 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 arguments as to
their ability for the sporting world. The
old must make lay for the new in the
fighting line as well as in every other
walk of life. Fighters are but human.
even if some people look upon them as
bruteS.
Mccoy Owns Autos
Kid Mccoy is knee deep in newly
built fiat 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 promises.
"If I'd only hung on to all | made in
the ring" said he to me the first day
we were up there, II could buy half
this town."
And he could have at that, says Left
Cross in the New -ork Globe.
But any time the Kid went short of
anything he wanted it wasn't where the
thing grew. The next day he took
stroll aronud the village to inspect
some desirable property with "a view to
purchasing a 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 numbers. When it
comes to handing out the swell bull,
Mccoy has everything ever heard run
ming backward, and I've heard few.
1t only took until the third day for
results to show. The butcher drove up
with choice cuts.
"Would Mr.. Mccoy accept them? The
butcher had often seen Mr.. Mccoy in
the ring. He had won money backing
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
pause-as he intended to make an ex-
tended 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 a piece of the pub