The San Francisco call., 1910-03-06

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stomach punch again. Slack dubbed the blow aside
with his left arm in the opening eaped IN plant
ing terrific smash between the eyes. Broughton
shaken and now it he who closed and
sought a fall He top in the crash.
In the tenth and eleventh rounds II still the
who rushed quickly for fall and his friends
began to wonder Not so Cleveland. who had noted
the sIedge hammer blow between the eyes and the
anxiety with which the veterans second treated him.
At the twelfth round Broughton walked forward
steadily, and instead of aiming blow at his
trying clean grip he reached out HIS if feel
ing for his adversary. The butcher began to rain
face and body blows will and BrOughton back.
apparently confused. A Of uneasiness
among the spectators. The duke Of Cumberland fol-
lowing his favorte's in alarm shouted through
the quiet that had fallen:
Whats the matter with you. Broughton7 You
can't fight, you're beat!"
The veteran milling desperately, but at random,
while the butcher landed almost will. vt the
mark Of the duke Broughton answered: 81 can't see
my man, your highness; I'm blind. not beat. Only
let me see my man and shall not gain the day yet
And through the excitement that greeted his words
the triumphant yell of slacks confrere. He's
bunged his peppers"
With a desperate Iunge Broughton came to close
quarters with the butcher and brought him to the
floor, ending round that had all but defeated him.
End OF the Mill
The effect of Slacks terrible blow was apparent as
the was aided to his corner. His flesh soft
ened through easy ways of life had puffed and
swollen and his eyes were completely closed. The
second washed and sprayed his face repeatedly.
to purpose. The champion was blinded The
butcher had indeed "bunged his peppers"
But the master was not ready to admit himself
beaten At the calling of time he got up from his
onds knee. refusing guidance and walked forward
1t plain all, however, that he could not find
the mark alone and his second had to spring to his
assistance and lead him to his place There the
mighty champion of 100 battles raised his head
proudly lifted the huge fists that had brought so
many stout opponents low and struck out undaunted
still hopeful of wrestling the victory that had his
so often
Slack was merciful and contented himself with
wearing out the remaining strength of his adversary
He easily avoided Broughtons wild rushes and none
of the swinging blows reached him. He closed in at
the first opportunity bore Broughton heavily to
the floor
1t was clear that the battle could not last much
longer. Once the gallant Broughton insisted
upon cropping the center of the ring and more
he summoned his waning strength for the struggle
He painted for breath His face and body were bathed
from dozen cuts and covered with painful bruises.
But he sprang in with lifted fists forgetful of the
terrific punishment urged by his indomitable spirit
For an instant Slack saw himself threatened. Hs'
his right hand his breast and lashed out with
the chopper side swing from the elbow. The
back of his fist caught the champion under the Jaw
lifting him from his feet and hurting him headlong
BrOughtOns second tried lift him. but the beaten
champion sank back with groan. The umpires
solemnly counted the half minutes and at the expra-
tion of the time, Broughon still being unable toe
the line, declared Jack Slack the victor.
In the cheers that greeted the master of the
sport he stood proudly erect did join One
was the duke Of Cumberland. who silent through
bitterness and the other was Captain Cleveland who
held his tongue from policy. The duke for all his
sporting inclination, not the best loser in the
world.
I've been soId he declared, angrily. as he watches
the attendants working the PROSTATE form Of tn.
conquered man "BroughtOn never fought so poor q
battle before"
IF you will pardon me. your highness" said
Cleveland gravely. this was certainly the bravest
and in some ways the best fight he ever made He
Yielded not to youth in Slack but to age in himself
His defeat has gained him only fresh laurels and we
should rather salute and honor him for his rare cour
age than condemn him for his fair defeat"
Slack waited until Broughton was able to stand and
then shook hands with him with few manly word.
More than $500 had been taken in at the doors andA
this fell to the winner. in addition he carried
with him the 100 guineas that he had won with
the 10 given him by Broughton as an inducemsnt
against evading the conflict