Atlanta Georgian., 1913-03-04


ware of Candles left that the
thought grew to be an obsession
with me. l dreamed left hands,
saw them in my awakening, and
became so 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
a trifle, and I 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 Bluebeard. 1t sank into
the pit Of my stomach. and I 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 I climbed to my feet and
clinched. Then I suddenly regained
my strength, but the pain was still
in the stomach, and I shrieked with
agony for over four minutes. l
made terrible grimaces, and
rushed at Canole with murder in
my heart. Poor Martin! Last
week, while he and l were having
dinner in Fall River, for we are
now the best of friends. he told me
that he thought l had gone stark
mad and had become raving
maniac.
Il didn't want to cross arms with
any maniac" declared Martin. $50
l thought ia let you stay for a
round or 50, and then finish you.
But that was the last chance I ever
had"
The agony continued for four
rounds before ! finally became
normal again. That was absolutely
the hardest blow | ever received.
and I'll carry the memory Of it and
the grand little fellow who deliv-
~ " II ~ lIlt gray Nllu me.
ON February 2S, 1905. I fought
Young Cofbett for the second
time. 1t was in San Francisco On
the occasion of our first meeting |
had knocked him out in ten rounds,
but he claimed he had not trained
for the bout, had under estimated
me, and wanted a second battle. I
was sure I could beat him, so gave
him the chance
I'm going to hit that big Swede
on the jaw this time, and II 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 Swede, despite
the fact that I am a Dane.
In the fourth round he hit me
terrible rap on the jaw. He was in
perfect condition. and going at 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 bel;ed me again, this time
below the heart, on the short ribs.
felt a terrible pain. and shortly
afterNard blood trick)ed down my
side.
Corbctt had broken two ribs, and
one of the bones had pierced the
flesh. With all the pain and loss of
blood, however I knocked Corbett
out five rounds later
whats the use of fighting him"
remarked Corbett after they had
brought him to life again He
isn't human-Tm just going to be
his friend after this and watch the
other fellow get it," He was real
philosopher He refereed my re-
cent bout with Leach Cross. and
believe me. he is also real referee.
NJ OW for the three hardest blows
have ever delivered. Martin
Canole took the hardest one. l
think At least, he declares it was
the hardest blow ever taken by any
man. 1t 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 clinch. ] tried to chop a
downward blow 20 Candles cheek
1t had ai mn. strength and all the
weight of my body back Of it. plus
the snap that an experienced fight