Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-12-09
ECHOES OF RECENT BOUTS.
Comments Are Very Sarcastic What Jack O'Brien Says.

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 Sporting writers all over the conn., try are still harping on the recent fight card in this city. Here are two attacks, one from New York and one from Hartford. Bob Edgren of the New York World said Saturday: Commissioner Bingham has nothing on the Connecticut officials. In New York, now, one is liable to arrest for letting flowers grow on Sunday; here in Connecticut they threaten boxers with prosecution for the offense Of making faces during bout. The mayor told the chief that he would hold him strictly responsible for any violations of the law; then the mayor ducked out of town. Immediately the chief notified the managers of the boxing show that it would be stopped if any boxer apepared without slap stick and an end man to make jokes for him. If there is any scowling or appearance of ill will I will stop the bouts and the boxers will be prosecut- ed for appearing in prize-fght,' said the chief The chief sat at the ringside, while six blue-coat police- | men, armed with six-shooters and baseball bats for clubs lounged lux uriously in the front TOW of reserved seats. In the preliminary bouts the contestants carefully refrained from scowling, fearing the penalty of five years in prison"
 George Washington Beaah, super intendent of the Waterbury police, Is the whole works over there. Frank Freeman, who had been chosen referee early in the evening, rumors that the fight would be stop ped.
 Good evening, chief" said he.
 "Sir! I am no chief" answered the boss ''I am the superintendent of police
 'I came to inquire about the box ing match, since I have been chosen to referee it, said Freeman.
 Well, there will be no fight under- stand that" answered the superin- tendent. 'I am the czar here, the czar. Do you hear? I am the czar." Yes" timidly answered Freeman. 'You are the czar. I'm only demo- crat."
 Well then" said the superintend- ent. You instruct those young men to fake it for twelve rounds"
 But I won't referee fake" said Freeman.
 Then, sir, you go to jail; all of you go to jail"
 The superintendent hid in a cor ner of the stage, with Detective Dodds, the greatest sleuth of Con- necticut, and Sergeant Barney Cahey in front of him, when the prelimin- aries began. Six more policemen with drawn clubs occupied the best seats on one side of the ring.
 Now, you come over to me after every round and I'll tell you if tho fights can go on," said the superin- tendent to Freeman.
 After the first round of the first bout, which was between Kid Shea and George Gresham, the referel went over to see the chief.
 Gresham is outclassed," said ne. Stop the bout
 So it was stopped. Two other youngsters, neither of whom could hit hard enough to injure the other, went through six ridiculous rounds and then Terry Young and Leach Cross of New York were sent on for six rounds. Under instructions from the police they held in their best wallops and pounded each other about the ribs They did no damage. They were missed by the crowd out in front, but what they needed was sympathy, not scOrn.
 So when the two principals shaped up no one knew whether there was to be a fight or fake. The boys themselves and their managers and seconds didn't know. They didn't like the Waterbury jail, and they knew that the awful eye of the czar of Waterbury was fixed on them over Sergeant Barney Cahey's shoul- der. When the contest was over they declared that they had fought. So did the referee. But they were kidding themselves, not the crowd.-- Hartford Courant.