The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1911-10-05

SIeOS0 hammer style, uudlly COSluS dC JuS RUPEES.
Broome hung about the others neck until Orme hit
him of with terrific body jolts. They mixed dercely
In the centre, both doing execution. until Orme slipped
and fell.
f, orme Still Strong.
II. was Broome to the charge again in the eleventh,
which he opened with q rafting hit to the jaw.
Orme came back strong, and in the mutual attempt to
force the pace some tremendous fighting ensued. Al
this stage Of the contest oota we're we're ana 4s.t men zen
into a clinch from sheer exhaustion. Each was ham.
mered out of human semblance, and Broome's body
was a mass Of wounds. So far the battle had been a
steady crescendo and the limit had now been reached.
When they Joined for the twelfth round both showed
signs Of WEAKNESS.
heavily to the ribs, Broome wincing from the pain.
but countering courageously to the jaw. Orme feigned
a retreat, but was ready as the champion pressed on
and slammed neatly to the face. Broome laid open a
fresh cut under Ormes left eye, and after some rapid
milling Orme fell. The next two rounds showed the
same hard lighting. without advantage to either, both
exhibiting marvellous strength and stamina.
They came to the centre slowly for the fifteenth
round and stood a moment, when Broome drove on
sent his right crashing to the ribs. taking four rapid
taps to the face. Irritated. the challenger rushed and
struck q glancing blow to the ribs. His own impetus
carried him full against a beautiful uppercut which
Broome sent sweeping in to the body. 1t was a de-
cisive blow, and Orme wilted, falling in a heap, while
the champions supporters hailed ssa,a MN as IS the re- victor;
challenger, though greatly shaken, was able to walk
to his corner.
IL was evident C0dC brOOme ndQ CuFueU Tue tlue
when the men clashed for the sixteenth round. Orme
was wild, and his determined rush only brought him
within reach Of Broome's Furnishing swings. AS they
closed Orme did some heavy drubbing about the body,
but Broome threw him. The next five sessions were
brief and Orme was thrown each time. He was now
all but blind from Broome's constant peppering. The
champion still had one good eye, and though terribly
marked was slowly improving his lead.
Orme rallied once more for the twenty-second round
e tine left left Oh cheek ss.n but q Fe orne e drove him i'np until il i he Closed ed
to save himself. They staggered against the ropes,
where Broome hung about his mans neck in an at.
tempt to drag him down. Orme made the most of
the chance, using Broome for a bag, doubling him
up and knocking him away with tremendous jolts.
The champion erred here and gave away chances by
coming to close quarters, since Orme's aim was bad
at long range. They exchanged %battering blows in the
centre Of the ring, Broome carving the face and Orue
The champion retreated %craftily. and when orme
rushed up smashed him on the head. Both fell, much
distressed, and lay on the turf under the care Of their
attendants until time was called.
Orme led the dance again at the twenty-third round.
Broome checked him severely with right and left to
mouth and nose. but Orme returned ~savagely to the
ribs with his reliable right. and when Broome came
back with a rafting volley at the head slugged him on
the Jaw. knocking him clear across the railing, to fall
in his own corner. The surprising reverse was hailed
with delight by Orme's hackers. The challenger
showed here that he was far from beaten so far as
courage and strength went. His only handicap was
his blindness. which was now almost complete, and
which placed hin practically at the mercy of his an
tagonist. Had he been able to keep his sight, in the
opinion of good judges. he would have outworn the
champion from this round on.
{, End of the Contest.
Orme tried to feel his way into the next round. but
Broome ducked away from him. waiting for an open
left, getting the second home prettily to Broome's
eye and tapping the crimson. Broome crosscountered
to the nose and Orme stood ~helplessly while the cham
pion coolly walked to his corner. swabbed his eye
with a sponge and came back again. He stepped up
to his man confidently, dashed out to the face, and
while Orme was falling repeated the blow. orme
a rhnrpQ I'm fho nnYf session and Slpn,raod
Broome over the head. at which the champion imme.
diately closed and threw him.
The challenger was now proving himself the gamest
Of the game. He came boring into the twenty.sixth
round and could not be stopped by smash after smash
10 the face. Getting into distance where he could feel
his man. he put himself behind a magnificent drive to
the body and they mixed It to a s%tandstill. BY mutual
consent they interrupted a long mill to be swabbed BY
their seconds and after clashing again with renewed
vigor they closed and went down together. Orme got
In another haymaker to the ribs in the next session
and Broome. in skipping away from him, went down.
The challenger also landed a blow in the twenty-sev.
enth round. hut he could no longer direct his efforts
and Broome was all over him, further slicing his bat
tered face. still orme fought on, though bis strength
was going fast under terrible punishment, and at.
tempted another rush in the twenty-ninth round.
Broome guarded. but the desperate Orme was not to
be denied bis consolation. and reaped through ones
more and for the last time to the body. The cha mpion,
none too steady himself, missed an uppercut, but got
In with his left to the eye and followed it with a stag
feeble guard and sent him to measure his length.
Orme's attendants were willing to toss up the
sponge. but he would not hear Of 1t. He went weav.
ing into the thirtieth round, wild and groggy, leading
with a right drive that Broome stopped, laughing The
while. Once more he charged. helpless but defiant.
broome stepped quietly aside and delivered right and
left hard to the face. Orme dropped. His seconds
urged him to quit, but again he refused, though It
seemed impossible that he could make another effort.
He remained outstretched on the ground until time
was called. when he rose painfully to his feet. ~
Cries OF admiration and pity came from the thronp
as the brave fighter. beaten in body but not in spirit
came tottering to the scratch for the thirty first round.
He reached out q hand until he touched Rrooma,a orr
then strove manfully to strike a blow. The Champion
easily evaded him and had every chance to do an in.
lightly and the challenger fell. helpless and on the
verge OF insensibility. "rom' Savers waited no longer
Tor permission, but tossed up the sponge and Harry
land. amid shouts that were as much a tribute In ~.
vanquished as to the conqueror. "e
utes Of clean. honest fighting such as the prize rino has
seldom seen. WI nas