The wageworker. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1904-????, 1910-09-09

DaCly swollen.
The fight was half over now All
along Tommy Ryan kept telling me to
take my time and lab him." When
l walked out at the beginning Of each
round Brady yelled Instructions after
me so loud that Corbett couldn't help
hearing. l asked Brady If he was try
ing to get me licked, and he kept quiet
after that. Ryan was still telling me
to jab and box and take my time. but
as the fight went along the crowd
yelled "Corbett, Corbett. Corbett.."
louder and louder. and l began to
think what the decision might be if
didn't get him. Why should l be
changing my style to suit Tommy
Ryan and be boxing a man like Cor
bett instead Of cutting loose as hard
and fast as l could until l landed the
right punch? l began to suspect that
Ryan was little more interested in
Corbett than he was in me. l told
Ryan to keep still and went out to
fight my own fight Round after
round l chased Corbett and landed
whenever l could get him into cor
ner. Even then he blocked most Of
the blows with his elbows or his
crossed arms. But one Of my swings
glanced from his shoulder and hit him
on the jaw and shook him badly, and
after that l landed oftener. In the
nineteenth Jim looked tired. He tried
to duck under left and lost his foot
ing and fell. He jumped up quickly.
Through this nineteenth round Ryan
kept yelling to me and telling me to
'stick the left, out.'' Near the end of
the round there was fuss in the cor
ner, and when l walked back for the
rest before the twentieth Brady was
in the corner and Tommy Ryan had
disappeared. Brady told me afterward
that Ryan's advice made him more
and more suspicious as the fight went
on. He began to suspect that Ryan
was trying to make me lose. so he
jumped up and told Ryan to get out
of my corner.
Get down or I'll bust your head"
Ryan said
Brady jumped down and went out
for two policemen with their clubs.
He put them right behind my corner
and climbed up again.
"You get away from this corner"
said Brady.
"Get away yourself before take a
punch at you," said Ryan.
'"This is my club, and I'm Jeff's man
ager." said Brady. I'm just hiring
you. If you don't get back there and
keep still I'll hand you to those two
cops. and they'll throw you out"
Tommy looked at the cops and climb
ed down. Brady jumped up. and as 1
came back to my corner he whispered:
"Jim, they've got the tip over in the
other corner that Corbett's going to
get the decision. Your only chance is
to knock him out. Forget everything
about boxing and go out and fight"
From that on 1 never gave Corbett
time to stop on one spot, knew I'd
have to get him. l had my second
wind, and the tired feeling had all
gone. AS for Corbett, he was whiting.
Game and clever as he was, he could
not stand the pace much longer. He
ran for his life around the ring. and
when l caught him he slipped his left
shoulder into me and clinched. In the
twenty-second swung my right SO
hard that it knocked him down, al
though it only landed on his shoulder.
Corbett jumped up instantly and mix
ed with me. l put heavy left into
his ribs. which were red and sore now,
and he WINGED and lost some Of his
speed.
The bell rang, and l went back to
my chair. Tom O'Rourke ran around
to my corner and said to Brady: "For
heavens sake send this man in. He's
losing!'
II am, am II" said to myself. Just
then the bell rang for the beginning
of the twenty-third. There wasn't
much time left, and 1 surely didn't
want to risk losing that championship
decision. l jumped out of my chair
and ran at Corbett as hard as could
go. He jabbed lightly and skipped
away, but before he could gather him.
self l was after him with rush. !
drove him back nearly to the ropes,
and here 1 saw the right chance at
last. l hooked my left into his stom-
| ach, throwing him back hard against
the ropes within a yard of his own
corner. AS he bounced back brought
the left up obliquely to his jaw-my
double punch. 1t lifted Corbett up in
the air. and he fell to the floor solidly
like sack of grain. His right arm lay
| under him and his neck rested across
the rope of the ring. He struggled a
little and fell back limp, and White
began to count. While the count was
going on l saw Considine trying to
throw a bucket Of water over Corbett
to arouse him, which was against the
rules of the game. Reaching through
the ropes, / kicked at Considine to
drive him back, and he fell over two
or three people, water bucket and all.
Jim was counted out, and Charlie
White helped to carry him to his cor.
ner. After minute or so he revived