The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1909-11-27
BATTLE BETWEEN
SHARKEY ANDM COY

A New York writer sent out the
following: 1t is ten years now since
Tom Sharkey knocked out 'Kidp Nc
Coy. Yet lot Of old-timers remem-
Der every detail of the highland win
for many year to come.
Sharkey and Mccoy were half
matched on several occasions, but
| something or other always caused a
change Of plan. Sharkey went along
and beat Jim Corbett, Gus Rubin and
number OF others. The foxy kid"
just about this time had been cutting
wide lane through the heavy
weights. He was barely above the
middleweight limit himself, but ne had
such skill and such a punch that
weight didn't seem to help the man
he fought. He beat big Gus Rubin
and few of Sharkey's other victims.
People began wondering what would
happen IL Mccoy and Sharkey met.
Such a match would be an oddly.
There was Sharkey, a mass of i'm
penetrable bone and muscle. He was
strong as horse and apparently
nothing could hurt him. Moreover, he
was swift on mis- feet and had habit
of smuggling with one hand after the
other so fast that it was hard for
anyone to avoid his blows. Physically
he was a marvel-almost the freak of
the ring.
Mccoy was just the opposite type,
He was tall and slim. He was neatly
built Of course, but beside the bulky
sailor he looked like a student COM
pared to a stevedore. Up to date Nc
Coy's nifty way of handling himself
had made him a little better than
most Of the heavyweights in the
game. He whipped them Just as cas-
lily as he whipped the middleweights.
So, in the natural course Of events.
Tom Sharkey and kid" Mccoy met
in the ring at the Lenox A. c. of New
York, Jan. 10, 1899. OF the two men
Tom Sharkey seemed to take the fight
most seriously. He was unusually
solemn when the bell rang and he
arose to meet the STRIPPING, who was
wearing a somewhat malicious smile. |
Mccoy seemed to think the affair
joke. A
And so 1t was for time. AS they
faced each other 1t was like a meeting
cules-or Sharkey-feinted clumsily. |
Mccoy danced around and around him. |
just about an inch out of reach. After |
two or three plunges Sharkey got |
near enough to clinch. AS they broke |
he pushed Mccoy away violently. Nc |
Coy began tapping Snarkey lightly |
on the nose and mouth with his left /,
hand. Infuriated, 5harkey floundered
after him, while the agile Hoosier
avoided the plunges with ease. still
smiling.
At the end Of the first round Sharkey
went to his corner looking very much |
annoyed and very much puzzled. He |
hadn't landed blow. Mccoy skipped |
to his chair with laugh.
All through the second Snarkey |
plugged away angrily. Once he man /
aged to land a resounding whack on |
McCoy's ribs. The Kid didn't stop
grinning Sharkey caught him and .
tried little catch-as- catch-can wrest- I
ling. He was becoming more and more /
It's annoying to nit the
air when you let go a well meant
swing.
In the third round Mccoy began to
fight He stood still and met Shar-
keys rushes, landed a blow or two and
slipped away. He wasn't hitting hard.
He seemed to be waiting. Sharkey, at
last giving up all hope Of catching
the nimble-footed Kid, stood still in
mid ring and waited for a chance to
counter. Mccoy circled him slowly.
ike chicken hawk waiting for a
chance to pounce down. Suddenly Nc
Coy stepped in. His left fist shot out
straight over Toms shoulder, twisted
l little and landed with a thud on
TOMS chin.
1t was the famous "corkscrev I
punch" Up went Sharkey's heels in |
he air, and over Topped the sailor on
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