The evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1907-1908, 1907-08-27
kid KLINE
KNOCKS OUT
WOODRUFF
OrangeFighter, BadIyBeaten,
Rocked to Sleep in
Fifth Round.

Kid Kline. the little Newark scrapper.
stepped into the lime-light of pugilistic
fame Yesterday by knocking out Hub
Woodruff. of Orange, in the fifth round Of
a private fight In New York. The local
lad not only scored a clean Knockout. but
polished off his opponent In such decisive
style that his followers consider him ripe
for going after bigger game. John D.
HAYES. of this city. who had been man
aging Kline up to the time of this last
fight. and knows all the ms and outs of
the pugillstic game. expects to take hold
of the little fighter again. and will prob
ably match him against som good men
before New York and Philadelphia clubs.
Woodruff. In appearance, resembles Ter
nv McGovern. but he does not fight like
the once bantam. feather and lightweight
champion. The Orange boy put up a
plucky fight, but he was beaten to a stand
still from The tap Of the gong He had no
license to draw on gloves with the Newark
boy. so declsively was he outcla ssed. Kline
emerged from the battle without a scratch,
while Woodruff lay unconscious in his cor
ner for many minutes. his eyes blackened
and swollen. his nose and mouth bleeding
and his entire face and body a picture Of
agony.
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a shack In the lower section of New York.
No admission was charged, but $1.1OO was
at stake, $500 Of which went to the winner,
and the rest being in side bets. The Kline
hackers were brimfml of confidence, and
offered all sorts of yellowbacks. which
were gobhled up as quick as they wero
shelled out by Woodruff's followers. After
the knockout had oeen landed and Wood
ruff and hir followers had gone clean
broke. a collection was taken up for the
yanquished pugilist, but the amount
realized was not near enough to atone for
the damage done to his face and pride.
The fight was started shortly after S
o'clock. Billy Allen, president OF the club
whtre the mill took place, acted as referee.
Kid Murphy and Art Chambers, both we'll
known fighters of New York, were In
kllne's corner. while Woodruff was looked
after by Kid Wilson and Jack Turner.
The Newark boy had been trained for the
battle by Jimmy and Danny Savage, of
Orange, and benefited greatly by their in
structions.
From the tap of the bell 1t was Kline's
fight. Woodruff danced around the ring for
a few moments In the first round, wearing
a sheer on his face and occasionally hurting
haunting remarks at the Newark boy.
Kline blocked all OF Woodruff's PUSHES
with wicked left jabs to the face. Before
a minute had licked away Woodruff's smile
had disappeared and in another moment
he was f1oored with a rain Of blows to the
face and body.
Woodruff was groggy from this onslaught.
He staggered to his feet only to go down
again with another well-placed blow.
Kline stood over him ready to apply the
finishing touches, but the gong saved the
fallen fighter. The crowd could not help
admiring Kline's GOODNESS and telling blows
in the face of the fact that he was out
weighed almost ten pounds.
The boys went at each other like a pair
of gamecocks in the second round. Wood
ruff could only resort to clinching and
while they were locke thus Kline kept
whipping In wicked uppercuts which had
his opponents nose smiling aud red. Wood
ruff received brutal punishment In the third
round. Kline repeatedly rushed him to the
ropes and twice again sent him to the floor
with a thud. The Orange lads seconds
kept on shouting advice and throwing
water on their man while he was trying
to stave off the torrent of blows. Just
before the gong sounded Woodruff was
again lying prone and gasping for breath,
but once more the bell came to his rescue.
The fourth round was a tame affair
compared with the others, but in the fifth,
the last of the fight, Kline again uncorked
his steam and shot his left to the facpk
and body with terrible effect. Twice more
Woodruff went down.. He got to his feet
at the count of nine, but there was no
more fight In him. All lie could do was to
crouch low, protecting his face with both
hands. While he was in this helpless
condition Kline aimed another well-directed
blow to the jaw. Woodruff was a pitiable
sight and gasping for breath, blood flowing
from his nose and mouth.
A moment later, the Orange boy still
c%rouching low. Kline stepped aside and
fairly raised his opponent from the floor
with an uppercut to the solar plexus. This
time Woodruff rolled over on his back
with a groan. His eyes were closed and
consciousness had left him. The referee
could have counted him out ten times be-
fore the defeated pugilist came to.