Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1914-06-28
BY William Phillip simms.

heavyweight champion pugilist, re-
tained his title here tonight in a 20
round bout with Frank Moran and
gathered another-"champion bunco
artist of the world" Tho cunning
negro stalled through 20 rounds Of the
worst fighting ever seen in cham
pionship contest against a man who
showed neither skill nor punch. When
the hippodrome was over, he was richer
by probably 100000 and had not even
answered the question the sporting
world has asked for months--whether
or not he is "all in"
Utterly disguised. the enormous
crowd Of fight fans who packed the
hippodrome to see the alleged mill vent
ed their dissatisfaction throughout the
contest with volleys Of boo" and called
on the men to fight. Even the nobil-
ity of France and their ladies, who, re-
splendent in diamonds and ball gowns,
thronged the big hall, demanded action
or their money back. It was not a
fight. It was not even a near fight.
Moran showed absolutely nothing.
johnson was never extended and
whether he. still can fight a real man
Is as much of mystery as ever. The
champion either deliberately allowed
Moran to stay the limit by refusing to
punish him or he has nothing"
Declare johnson Conc.
Charitable experts who saw the
fight were unanimous at its close that
johnson is gone-that he will be easy
for any real fighter.
Others-and among them many who
know the Negroes cunning mind-spolSe
openly Of the fight being fixed, at
least so far as Johnson was concerned. |
They believed 1t was of little moment
whether Moran agreed to have the af
fair go 20 rounds. He had not a chance
from the first blow and Johnson, it is
believed, knew 1t we'll before he ever
got into the ring.
But Johnson should worry-he draws
out of the mess $4,000 in cash and the
rights of the moving pictures, which
should be worth at least $4,000. 1t is
openly declared that Promoter Vienne
was merely figurehead for the crafty
negro. who, save for a paltry $4,000
handed over to Moran, will grab the
whole remaining profits of the MILL
Thirty Thousand Victims.
Fully 10000 victims were at the ring
side when Georges Carpenter, heavy
weight champion of Europe, climbed
into the ring in white tennis suiting to
act as referee. Both Johnson and Mo-
ran were given good hand when they
appeared, Johnson In blue tights and
Moran sporting the green of old Ire
land. johnson looked in fair shape but
slightly heavy. Moran showed no
| trace of nervousness but joked and
| laughed with his seconds as the gloves
were tied on. The crowd, hopeful of
a real battle. sat forward with long
drawn sigh as the gong changed for the
first round.
Cautiously feinting out each other,
the black giant and his blonde oppon-
ent moved around the ring for two
full rounds. tapping, lodging and STALL
Ing. They're getting ready" the
crowd said,
LAS soon as Moran feels the big fell
low out therell be a real fight" Even
after the second round betting was
continued, few enthusiastic souls put
ting down their francs on the man of
whom Johnson apparently stood in awe.
The third round saw little action,
Moran boring in and trying for john
sons middle. landing occasionally but
| lCNCl Win lpiCt cIlouSn " SiOW up lIt
negro. johnson pecked and peclSed at
Moran's face with his left In the
fourth round, the hopeful victims who
filled the seats of the theater thought
something had really started. johnson
put over a snappy jab to Moran's nose
and the blood spurted in red stream.
The crowd woke up. Those in the
cheaper part of the house yelled and
even the swells In the boxes leaned
forward with interest But 1t was a
flash. There was no follow.
Moran Clumsy and Slow.
So il went for round after round
Now and then Moran would get In with
. a couple of swings to Johnson's mid
die, occasionally he would put a light
! right or left to the head. but not one
of the blows, in the parlance of the
ring, would have Cracked an egg" He
was clumsy, slow and Johnson, wher
danger seemed to threaten, simply
crossed his huge forearms to take the
blow or grasped Moran's wrists ant
\ held him tight.
But IL Moran showed nothing the
\ negro showed no more, The constant
wrestling and pulling, the absence o.
I clean, snappy blows and the palpabl,
\ stalling Disguised the throng. Boos ant
! cat calls became frequent and cries L
Johnson to flight fight" rang
through the hail. When the rounds hat
passed the tenth Moran seemed to b.
n firing and johnson eased up-plainly-
in even the feeble attack he had beer
making on the Pittsburg man. The bii
black jabbed Moran's bloody face fire
quently enough but he was plainl,
pulling his punches and the clinche
resembled more a hesitation waltz thar
a struggle where two full grown mel
were striving for mastery.
In the latter rounds Of the affai
practically not a blow was strucl
which would not have disgraced