Atlanta Georgian., 1913-02-28
Nelson is T. Hero on Boat Which Brings Him South
Bat Knocks Oh Sailor Who Tries to Cross Him

day, with high wind and a good
sea on.
Bat had done his road" work,
had skipped the rope and was fit
ting on his gloves preparatory to
few rounds of sparring with his
sparring partner, Jimmy Green
wood.
The Sailor Butts In.
AS he was tugging at the bulky,
unwieldly gloves a sailor stepped
up, touched his cap awkwardly and
addressed him.
Say, mate, how'd you like to let
me spar few rounds with you?"
Bat, being of an adventurous
nature, stepped back a pace or two
and sized up the man. The sailor
was a fine specimen, no taller than
Bat, but with arms like a gorilla.
and shoulders as broad as tug.
Did you ever fight any," asked
Bat.
"Oh, | spared bit when l was
in the navy" said the man, but
nothing extra.
"Aw, WELL" said the oblinging
Bat, put on the gloves"
The sailor slipped away and was
back in a minute, with all surplus
outer clothing removed from the
waist upward. And he was a fine
specimen of a man, with arms like
a blacksmith and huge knotted
muscles of his back clearly outlined
beneath his shirt.
Bat measured him carefully,
from feet to head and then grinned
wryly.
The son Of a gun said he. he
weighs $50 pounds and it's all man"
The Sailor Crosses Him.
The sailor slipped into the gloves
with an alacrity unusual in tyro.
Then he squared away.
Say, look "a here" said Bat,
you understand one thing before
We start I'm going to Atlanta to
box ten rounds next Wednesday
night with a mighty tough man.
don't want to get all stove up now.
AOu MI easy, uO you near
The sailor agreed, with a pleas
ant grin Sure" he said, I'm just
wanting a little exercise"
And then they squared away.
1t was early in the morning and
hardly a passenger was astir. But
in flash it was apparent that the
crew had been tipped off, for they
edged in by twos and threes, some
making stall at working; others
just hanging around, ready to
blow" if an officer appeared.
Time said Manager Jack Rob-
inson; and the fun began,
It Looks Bad For Bat.
Bat, true to the Nelsonian plan
of campaign, closed right in, swing
ing rights and lefts, but landing
lightly The sailor made little at
tempt to parry the blows. but cir
cIed around slowly, looking for an
opening. Finally one came. Like
the flash of tigers paw came the
blow and ii landed fair on the
Battler's chin. 1t rocked Nelson's
mead, and the wonder was it did not
hIlOth II Oh.
With a sCoNl on his face Nelson
drove forward and there was
lightning exchange OF blows, Mel
son still swinging easy and the
sailor hitting with all his tremen-
dous power. For a minute-two
minutes-three minutes, the men
milled. 1t was Point Richmond
over again, and the fateful 22d Of
February 1910 For Rattlel ONT
weighed twenty pounds was TAX
ing laCtng At the call of time
the men backed away.
Nelson spoke but once in the in
termissiOn. And then all he said
was: THE son of gun. He
crossed me"
Then Came Fireworks.
When time was called again there
was a bitter gleam IN Nelson's eye
IA look that Dick Hyland Joe
Cans, Jimmy Britt and Young Cor
bett remember with shudder.
There was no sparring. no fid-
ding, no time wasted. Nelson had
had enough. But he knows one
way to quit and one only-by
knocking out his opponent.
1t happens that there's just one
effective way of closing out a
scrapper in a hurry. and that's with
stiff poke to the jaw. Nelson
had figured his plan of campaign
during the minutes rest-and it
was the quintessenCe of Nelsonian-
ism simple, direct and effective
At the call Of time he hurled him
SELF forward with all his speed.
and starting right swing from
SDntW here close to the deck hs