The Evening statesman. [volume] (Walla Walla, Wash.) 1903-1910, 1909-07-21

the fat little fellow we had seen a cou
pie of weeks before, here was a sturdy
clean cut little fighting mana perfec
model, with shoulders as big as !
Welterweight's and fists like miniatures
of those once handled by John L. Sulli-
van. There was silence for moment
then murmur of applause Terry, sit
ting in his corner, looked across a,
Corbet smilingly. He didn't care how
much he looked the fighter. Terry
didn't. They all looked alike to Terry
then.
The fight began. Instantly Terry
was out of his corner and dashing
across to Corbett. He caught the Dem
yerite before he had a chance to much
| more than step clear of the ropes. II
was way Terry had-this eagerness
to mix and end things in a jiffy.
Usually it terrorized his victim to such
an extent that he couldn't fight. 1t
didn't work that way with Corbett. As
McGovern came with the first rush.
eyes blazing. fists pumping piston like,
Young Corbett smashed him fairly on
the mouth with fierce overland right
swing. Terry, Jared back hard, was
dazed, surprised and furious A royal
mixup followed that lasted a whole
round all over the ring. Half wild
with excitement over battle of unex-
pected fury, the spectators rose to a
man and roared applause
And now came the real indication of
the master mind-the thing was to
undo the terror and make Corbett world
famous in his place. They went to
fighting again. In the middle of a fur
ious mixup Corbett suddenly became
calm and deliberate. Walking in
against furry of blows he pushed out
his straight left arm, put his left I'M
der Terrys chin and tilted back his
head And when that had been ac-
complished Corbett's right fist swung
over suddenly and Terry went down
fiat on his back. McGovern was badly
muddled but game. He crawled to the
ropes, pulled himself up. His back was
Corbett walked away. Perhaps he was
wise, for Terry, turning, caught sight
of him and went after him with Ber-
sark rage on every feature. Wow! But
that was fighting! Corbett landed a
right handler.
Terry threw it off and slammed Cor
bett up against a ring post with savage
blows Unable to escape, turn and
wriggle as he might, Corbett covered
his face and body with gloves and
elbows and let Terry fight until his
arms were weary Then he managed
to slip aside and retreat toward the
middle of the ring Terry was after
him like a bulldog. No letup. With
a plunge Terry caught up. His left
was hooked over toward COrbetts jaw.
But the Denverite struck out at the
same instant His blow landed flush
on Terrv's chin Mc-Govern staggered
backward and fell fiat on his shoulder
blades There he lay still and cold
while the long count went on. Corbett
looked at him and walked carelessly
away. He knew that it was all over.
The crowd, recovering from moment
of stunned silence, was shouting the
name of the victor The crowd fol-
lowed Corbett to his dressing rooms,
men climbed over each other to shake
his hand or to see him at close range.
Terry's seconds helped the fallen terror
from the ring Nobody got in the way
on his side. But it's aways that way
with fallen champions. Corbett, exuit-
ant. and full of belief in his invinei-
bility. was to learn the hard old lesson
in turn. But not at once. He fought
many good fights himself before joining
the second rate string again.