Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-02-27


the stars and the way those young TEL
lows did things to each other -
Say / have seen the Squareback Rang
ers go out for a pleasant trip where beer
kegs were the favorite missiles and
everything short of noseless magazine
revoIvers were used. That was coarse
work But when those two lads got to-
gether last night IL was d case of send
ing in on both sides at such a rate and
with such effect that the WOODY old timers
sat up and took notice.
Those chaps met once before in the
National Club. but I regret that the Long
boat-Shrubb race lured me away. i
didn't know at the time what ] missed,
hut / heard all about it-and. curiously
enough. l am always receptive to ac-
counts of an event on which the inform
ant has not a bet. Get that?
Well, last night when the two young
men shaped up to about even weights
they went 10 each other like crazy loco
motives. Col. Iucius Atkinson of Louis
Vile, Ky, who was out for an airing. saw
the boys biff and bang and said: 'Graci-
Gus me- why don't they take guns? This
is terrible, I'll have il stopped.
OF course the colonel was worked up
a bit on account of the speed of the
go. and speed outside the race track is
not recognized in Kentucky.
Hurley planted the household punches
on Griffin early and often In the first
round, and Griffin showed quick come
hack ability with neat taps of the right
and left on the Battler's head, but never
anything that hurt much.
Second Round Hummer.
The second was fairly even. Hurley
played for the body all the time, while
Griffin, answering the instructions of his
claque. hit for the head. There wasn't
an idle moment In the round, and the
man who gives either boxer bit the
best of it would be villain
Hurley got busy al the start of trouble
In the third, but Ciriff was there to meet
him and got him over on the ropes,
where he did hit of body play himself.
Once he put over stiff left to Hurley's
jaw, and it looked like the last boat from
Coney Island for the Battler. but suddenly
he woke up and sent in a few left-rights
that sort o dazed Griffin. and the round
ended with both lads shooting them in
and lighting every inch.
Fourth Round Was Hurley's.
The fourth round was all Hurley's.
He biffed and banged and bunged Griffin
all over the ring and Griffin then began
system of stalling that he kept up for
the rest of the go. He would rush IN
head down. hold his head to Hurley's and
it after a while and sent in some return
wallops.
Griffin turned and started in like 4
wild bronco to even things up in the fifth.
He sent Hurley spinning around the ring
and had the house wild when suddenly
the Battler let go a right that caught
Griffin on the jaw and his seconds carried
him TO his corner at the bell
The sixth was even. The Battler be-
gan with left and there was clinch,
in which there was some tough might
ing, much to the disgust of my south
ern friend, Col. Atkinson. who kept calling
for a gun. There was SO much give and
take i'll this splendid bout that saw men
shake hands with each other. glad that
they were there. Griffin got one on the
car at the bell that didn't help him bit.
Neither did 1t help those who were aboard
on him and who were offensive with their
huzZaS.
Both Tired, But Both Game.
Jim Buckley. the level-headed referee,
and 1 may say the straight-minded one.
for that matter, did great deal of the
work in the seventh. The kids were
tired, owing to the terrific pace. and he
had 10 step in all along and pry them
apart. But even while they hung on
they were punching-and punching good.
In the eighth Griff got Hurley on the
him. 1t was right here that the one
thing OF the night that impressed me
took place. Hurley came out of the
pocket and was about five feet away
from Griffin after the mix on the ropes,
when he suddenly shot right into Crit
fms stomach and lifted him clear off the
floor. If ] got that blow 1 would sing
How i like the place beyond" but it
didn't worry Griffin so badly. He was
busy for the rest of the round.
The ninth was Hurley's at the start,
Griffin weakening At the middle Grit
fin began a battering ram on Hurley.
but didn't do much damage. The pace
had told on both
A Hurricane Finish.
Both started in like demons in the
tenth. Griffin showed a bit weak at the
earlier stage. but got busy with left
and right attack on Hurley's head, which
didn't seem to worry the lad from Pas
sale. They had it all over the ring and
were still going when the gong stopped
them.
They are good. game lads They broke
even as two and two last night and
worthy of a presentation in Madison
Square Garden.
Prelims Were Good.
There were a few preliminaries that
had a smack of the good old fight spirit.
The best of these was when Tony Chester
and Tommy Maloney took the floor The
first round was a Whopper. The second a
cyclone. the third a holy terror, with Ma
loney, a promising eighteen-year- old,
sending them in on his heavier adversary
on the basket and on the neck One-two
Just like that. The fourth brought out
from Maloney bit of wildfire with a
bang to il. Then Chester began to try
10 get II back, but Maioney was there
with the left to the nose and he kept it
UP.
The fifth and sixth were worthy of a
final anywhere. But ] am obliged to
say that II was Maloney from the be-
ginning OF the trouble TO the end I'll
take that boy Maloney with me when
ever ! get into trouble He ought not
TO be fighting prelims He is class He
shapes up like Bob Fitzsimmons in min
iature, and is quick as a flash.
Williams Had Green Tights.
Connie Smith and Jack Williams were
then presented. Mr. Williams had nice
green tights. Smith didn't have much
of any thing. Neither of them did, for
that matter. This was a bout that
would interest Keith & Proctor who
VIII never, otherwise. be able to get
successors to Kelly and Murphy In
reproduction of the famous burlesque
boxing bout. For three rounds they
wobbled around making impossible hay
maker wallops. Williams. with wriggling
open left glove. would beckon on Smith.
would in for