The San Francisco call., 1910-03-06

princes and of fortune
Slack his reception through his modest bearing,
clean appearance and the reputation gained by his
plucky showing against Taylor. His skin pink
and firm with youth and health, the muscles ripping
and cording with every movement He turned away
quickly his AS the uproar died of his
enthusiastic supporters member of his own former
calling shouted final admonton:
Hit un slack 'un Jack Slack" This meant
as a subty fattering ausion to the butchers smash
ing right swing, which had brought his into the
vernacular of the time. Slack smiled and held up his
hand il depreciation of the laughter and cheers that
followed the sally.
Major Lagrange and Mr. John Dudley were selected
respectively by Broughton and Slack from among the
occupants of the boxes their umpires. These gen
tlemen did not enter the ring since under Broughtons
rules the stage sacred to combatants and seconds
during a battle. They took up their position in the
same box and compared watches for the purpose of
timing half minutes between rounds allowed to the
boxers in which to take their positions after fall
The prelimnaries having been observed the men
stepped forward and the amphitheater fell suddenly
silent They moved with dignity toward the center
of the ring On the flooring chaked square of
yard and each man keeping watchful eyes upon the
other, placed one foot at his side of the square.
The Desperate Fight
The contrasting styles of the two boxers i'm
their in readiness for the setto sacks po-
sition poorly calculated for shfty tactics which
it never his custom to rely upon He stood up
right, with the weight upon the broad OF his feet
which were but slightly separated From this atti-
could step forward with his body behind his
ARM but could yield readily With his right fist
he guarded the pit of his stomach his left was ad-
vanced at the level of his mouth
Broughton's pose was more easy and graceful His
ord
getting away practice that he had first introduced
into the downright hammering of the early game His
fists held forward and before his chest his head
we'll up and back His superiority in weight, height
and posture his opponent clear to every fol-
lower Of the sport.
Slack waited for the veteran to open the contest,
and Broughton slashing out suddenly sent his right
home on his opponents chin Instantly the silence
with which the spectators had awaited the first CLASH
was broken by a wave of applause, and Slack
ripped in three ineffective blows the shouting sweled
in volume Sacks unwillingness to dodge or shift
gave Broughton chance to get in battering jab to
the face and the butcher staggered back his right
cheek cut wide open Broughton followed up his ad-
vantage and closed with his adversary For breath
they struggled each trying for buttock, when
Broughton forced the other from his feet, landing
uppermost in the fall
The seconds hurried from their corners each assist
ing his to rise encouraging him, blowing spray
of water into his eyes and and seating him his
knee Broughton without scratch, but S1acl's
face was raw. Both men were fresh and lively when
they approached their marks for the second round.
Broughton's friends jubilant, the duke of
Cumberland leading the cheers. The duke offered
to /, but bettors scarce. waiting for further
proof of Slac1's ability Cleveland had not booked
single wager.
On being set for the next round Slack became sud-
m he He r1ISh in wit of bic
terrific right smashes taking the check that Broughton
launched at him. The veteran stepped back easily
catching the slack 'un" his arm and countering
with his dreaded lunge under the left Slack
would not be denied and closed, but Broughton slip
ping from his hold hurled him to the floor with
clean, resounding blow the chest.
The butcher picked himself up nimbly and retired
to sit upon the knee of his second. There was no
doubt left in the minds of the Broughton contingent
that the veteran was. the better and the match
final triumph for the master. Slacks partisans
shouted dsapproval of showing and his vocferous
fellow tradesman was forward with advice
Bang his peppers, Bung his peepers!' he howled
Slack only smiled and Captain Cleveland. who kept