The wageworker. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1904-????, 1910-07-15

showed out for the third round and
fought as well as he could. At the
end Of that round his seconds threw
up the sponge. John Brink, the ref
cree, announced that If Goddard quit
he would call it mo contest and no
money would be paid by the club.
Goddard came up again. and after a
few smashes l planted body punch
that dropped him hard. Brink stop
ped it himself then, for Goddard had
no chance even If he could have come
up to his feet again.
| 1t was on March %, 1898, that I
fought Peter Jackson and knocked him
out in three rounds.
Now, I didn't pick Peter Jackson. l
was around ready to fight anybody.
Jackson came back from England,
where he had beaten everybody for
several years. He was mighty popu-
lar fighter in California because of the
sixty-one round draw with Jim Cor
bett seven years before. In fact, he
was popular all over the country be-
cause he was a good. square man in
the ring and out. I've often heard men
say. well. Peter Jackson was gen.
1tleman, If be was black" He was too.
And there was no doubt that he could
fight John L. Sullivan wouldn't meet
him, although the whole country want
ed John to stand up and show the SUI
periority of the<white race. Jackson
had to 60 to England to get a good
fight, and there he knocked out Frank
Slavin, the Australian and English
champion.
AS 1 had cleaned up all the other
heavyweights who might have had q
look in, Billy Delaney was asked If I'd
fight Jackson. Billy didn't even stop
to see me. He took the match.
l went to work as usual and did a
lot of running and some boxing. I
knew that Jackson was a fast and
clever big man and that I'd have to
use as much speed as possible to Offset
his skill.
The fight came of in woodward's
pavilion. which divided honors with
Mechanics pavilion in the good old
days in San Francisco.
son looked when he stood up in his
corner stripped for the fight. I've seen
a lot Of good men. but don't think
any one of them compared with Jack
son. He was as tall as myself, and his
shoulders were as wide as door. His
arms were long. and his hands swung
nearly to his knees. yet he wasn't at
all awkward. like most negroes. His
muscles all lay smoothly instead of
punching up anywhere. and he didn't
have any fat to spare. could see at
glance that he had trained hard. He
weighed 200 pounds. and the club ply
sicians had pronounced him in perfect
physical shape.
Billy Delaney and Spider Kelly were
In my corner. They were the best Sec
onds In the business. They knew
enough to keep still when a man was
fighting and didn't need advice. Young
Mitchell and Patsy Corrigan were be
. hind Jackson.
! Peter stood looking across the ring
, at me with a smile. and then the bell
rang.
We started lightly. feinting each 9TH
er out. l was crouching a little and
. held my left well extended. l began
jabbing with the left, and Peter duck.
ed easily. The crowd laughed. But
had my plans laid and kept right on
using the left until we came together
when ! ripped in right for the body
, Jackson jabbed me on the mouth sew
eral times.
By the end Of the first round 1 had
learned two things-Jackson's punches
weren't as damaging as had expect
, ed, and could hit him in spite Of his
Z cleverness. I've always believed
! could beat any man l could hit The
l second round started with a rush.
In the first few seconds l had Jack
/ son on the defensive and taking more
Q punishment than he liked. He knew
: after half a minute that his one chance
t lay In mixing it. for he couldn't keel
? away or block the punches threw II
q one after another as fast as l could
= He stood and walloped with me. ant
\ for minute we certainly did do SOM
artistic smuggling He ripped SOM
/. good ones into my body. but it wa
= like iron. Punches didn't hurt.
:, looked across the way and figured hov
. I'd finish him. There wasn't any us
in holding back a punch until the jol
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