The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-03-27

che speeuy little western fighter. was
 about ..it'' at that time. By the way, | I was cleaning up all the better
 class of HghtweightS in the short six
 round goes.
 As 1t was my sixtieth battle want
 ed to celebrate the occasion with one of my best knockouts. Right off the
 reel "Jack the Slugger,". as he was called back east, crossed me on the
 jaw with his right and put me nat on
 my back. though l was up and after
 him in a jify. He was a splendid boxer, very fast on his feet, and his
 work in a short bout was showy, | much on the order of Freddie Welsh.
 the boy whom l now consider the greatest of shadow or butterfly boxers. O'Neill would have probably won the
 decision over me that night had he 1 been content to have stood off and
 boxed with me. l But. no. he wanted to finish me in
 the first round, as he went after me
 like a shot out of a cannon. and espe cially after being so lucky as to floor me he picked up courage and went 1 after me to do or die.
 If ever O'Nefll made a mistake in
 his life he made it in this fight by try Ing to outslug me, as I beat him every
 inch of the going, and in the fifth and
 sixth rounds he was just barely able
 to stand.
 I, of course, won the affair by a
 Hegewisch block, which means a mile. When the train pulled out for Chicago
 few days later was a happy kiddo- I had finally succeeded in downing
 that old Milwaukee goat, and, besides,
 my airship was now hitting the high
 attitudes in the pugilistic atmosphere.
 I licked O,Nei1 again in Philadelphia | later on.
 Goes to Utah.
 With the scalps of Clarence English, Artie Sims and the famous Jack O'Neill under my belt felt that needed greater fields to conquer, so borrowed car fare from my lifelong , friend Billy Bennersand steamed into Utah on my way to the glorious gold en west
 As landed in Salt Lake City the matchmaker of the Salt Lake City | Athletic club was fin need of a sub stitute to meet Spider Welsh, as the fighter who had been booked with him had taken sick and was unable to | appear. I, being on the ground ready
 and willing to fight anybody, even if
 1t was for a ham sandwich, made the | match and signed to meet the Spider on April 6. We were matched to go twenty rounds to a decision, purse to
 be split 60 and 40 per cent I trained hard for the battle and stepped into the ring fit as a fiddle.
 The Spider. as his name would fm- ply. was as slippery as an eel, and, be sides being very clever, he showed me
 line of straight 5abs which hurt some.
 He was combination of the clever boxer and heavy hitter. We went six | teen of the speediest and most vicious
 rounds of fighting the good citizens of dear old Mormontown ever viewed. Welsh had the edge on me, as 1 re- | member, up to about the fifth round.
 I had, however, shaken him up severe ly myself in the clinches and was quick to see that the hard pace was telling on him. I played somewhat of | a waiting game up to the twelfth un- | til heard the fans shouting: Finish
 the Dane, Spider! He can't last it
 outr' Then got busy and forced that
 big mob to turn about and yell fran
 dcally for me. .r-.. Finishes the Spider. l In the sixteenth round I went to the | Spider with the steam turned on full
 blast, determined to do or die: but, try
 as I might, I couldn't put the Spider | to the floor. I was sure enough beat
 ing him to pulp. In about the mid
 dle of the round, fearing I might kill