Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-03-04

been warned so many times to be-
ware of Candles left that the
thought grew to be an obession
with me. I dreamed left hands.
saw them in my awakening, and
became 50 filled with the left hand
thought that l always passed peo-
pie on the street on their right side
to keep far away from their left
fists
In the fourth round Canole came
at me with his left straight out. I
looked at the glove, and seemed
hypnotized. Suddenly it shot back
trife, and | murmured to myself:
Here's his left hand coming, you
big boob. Now, jump over the
ropes"
But the left hand beat me to it.
Candles glove flashed toward me, a
dark brown BIuebeard. It sank into
the pit of my stomach, and l went
to the floor The breath was gone
from my body, my legs refused to
move, and my strength tottered
back to Hegewisch. At the count of
nine | climbed to my feet and
clinched. Then l suddenly regained
my strength. but the pain was still
in the stomach, and shrieked with
agony for over four minutes.
made terrible grimmances, and
rushed at Candle with murder in
my heart. Poor Martin! Last
week, while he and I were having
dinner in Fan River, for we are
now the best of friends, he told me
that he thought l had gone stark
mad and had become a raving
maniac.
Il didn't want to cross arms with
any maniac" declared Martin. 80
thought I'd let you stay for a
round or so, and then finish you.
But that was the last chance / ever
had"
The agony continued for four
rounds before l finally became
normal again. That was absolutely
the hardest blow l ever received,
and I'll carry the memory Of it and
the grand little fellow who deliv-
tlcu II TO the grave with me.
an February %, 1905. I fought
Young Corbett for the second
time. 1t was in San Francisco. On
the occasion of our first meeting l
had knocked him out in ten rounds,
but he claimed he had not trained
tou the bout had under estimated
me, and wanted a second battle. !
was sure ] could beat him, so gave
him the chance
I'm going to hit that big Swede
on the jaw this time, and if he
doesn't so down, I'm going to walk
around him and see what's holding
him up declared. Corbett. He al
ways called me a Swede, despite
the fact that l am a Dane.
In the fourth round he hit me a
terrible rap on the jaw He was in
perfect condition. and going al top
speed. I didn't go down. So he
made good his boast, and walked
around me to see what was holding
me up. He couldn't find anything.
so he belted me again, this time
below the heart, on the short ribs.
felt a terrible pain, and shortly
afterward blood tricl$ed down my
side.
Corbett had broken two ribs, and
one OF the bones had pierced the
flesh. With all the pain and loss of
blood. however, | knocked Corbett
out five rounds later.
What's the use of 1ghtine him."
remarked Corbett after they had
hrough. him to life again. "He
isn't human-lm Just going to be
his friend after this and watch the
other fellow get it," He was a real
philosopher. He refereed my re-
cent bout With Leach Cross. and
believe me, he is also a real referee.
N OW for the three hardest blows
| have ever delivered. Martin
Candle took the hardest one,
think. At least he declares it was
the hardest blow ever taken bv any
man. Il occurred in the eighteenth
round of this same battle in which
he had nearly sent me TO the
morgue early in the fray. Coming
out Of a cljuch tried to chop a
downward blow to Candles check
II had AIN my strength and all the
weight ot my body back Of IT,. plus
the snap that an experienced 1Rht-