New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-11-15
HOGAN BITES THE DUST.
Knocked Out by Leach Cross in
Three Furious Rounds.
Big CROWD SEES BATTLE
Crashing Right to the Chin
Sends Zone Round" to the
Canvas for Count.

Leach Cross, the lightweight Of the
East Side, settled the question OF suprem-
aoy with Zone Round Hogan. tho San
Francisco boxer, when he knocked out the
native son" in less than three rounds OF
savage boxing at the Forty-fourth Street
Sporting Club last night. A short left jab
to the head that tipped Hogan's chin back
was followed by a lightning-like right
cross to the point or the Jaw, and Hogan
crashed to the canvas.
At the count OF seven Hogan raised his
head and struggled to rise, but his be-
numbed muscles were unable to obey the
haZy mandates Of a clouded brain, and
the count rolled on until he was counted
out. Then, still weak, he was helped
to his corner by Cross, the referee and
his own seconds.
The bout was witnessed by one OF the
largest crowds that ever gathered In the
hall. An hour before the battle there was
not seat to be had, and when, at 800
clock, Cross shouldered his way down
to the ring, closely followed by Hogan,
standing room was at premium.
When Hogan and Cross crossed gloves
at the old Madison Club, several months
ago. Hogan was disqualified for foul tao
tics. 1t was agreed at the time that Cross
was equally guilty, and since Cross COM
mitted the objectionable breach of offer
Ing to shake hands and then driving home
a smashing wallop, many declared that
he, and not Hogan, should have been
barred. From that time on both have
clamored for another chance.
There was little love lost, and the i'll
feeling was in evidence from the moment
that the men met in the centre OF the
ring for the perfunctory instructions,
which both knew by heart. Their gloves
touched, but each greeted the other In
sneering words and a smile that might
have meant anything
Hogan was never in the running. Right
at the start he made the fatal mistake
OF walking in to Cross. his guard low and
his head down. He landed a light tap on
the face with his left, but when he tried
another Cross stepped back an inch and
then leaped in, driving savage right
uppercut to the chm. Hogan lurched in
and clinched desperately. but Cross hurled
him off and smashed another hooking up
percut TO the chin that made the Cali
fornian long for the orange groves. Once
more Hogan hung on for his life, but
Cross drove him back with ripping VOL
ley OF hard wallops absolutely without a
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ing on to save himself and he rocked as
he sought his corner.
There was no real show OF boxing skill.
The men were too earnest in their efforts
to indulge in unnecessary moves, and
sheer fighting supplied the place OF fancy
sparring. His gruelling in the opening
period was without effect on Hogans
style, for when he walked out for the
second round his head was lower. If any
thing. than in. the opening period. Cross
leaped in and around him. lacing I'm hard
walops to the face and Jaw. while Hogan
reeled across the ring. Leach was timing
his blows to a nicely, and every punch
told.
Suddenly. however, Hogan rallied. He
drove his tormentor back into a corner
and laced in a few solid ones for himself,
but It as only a fash in the pan, the one
last rally OF the dying gladiator. At the
close of the round, or, rather, just before
the bell sounded. one Of Cross's seconds
climbed into the ring The handlers OF
Hogan claimed a foul, but the invader
learned OF his mistake and leaped out.
Then came the last few seconds. Hogan
ran across the ring, and like another
Ketchell swung a right from the floor.
He missed, but shifted like a shot and
swung an equally hard left to the chin
which drove Cross across the ring. That
punch reused the sleeping tiger in Cross.
He tented for a few seconds. and then
chipping Hogan with the left, sent over
the final blow, a crashing right to the
law So IL ended