The Alaska citizen., 1914-05-18
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Several years ago Battling Nel- son. then the worlds lightweight champion and a person of substance among ring men. boxed d series of exhibition al Chicago theater writes Robert Edgren in an Out. side paper. Bat even al that time was always perfectly willing to ad- init that he was the best man of his weight in the world. that no better man had ever lived. and that. in all probability. when extreme old age forced him at last 10 lay down the title and defend it no more boxing among lightweishts would become one of the forgotten arts
 Because of this state of mind Bat did not think 1t necessary to waste further time or attention on certain younsster with curly black hair and refined features. who had offered to box him in one of the exhibitions He glanced casually at the boy. gave him curt order 10 be on hand at 9:3O sharp. bringing his own trunks and shoes. and then went on describing to an attentive reporter just why it was that nobody could or ever would be able to knock Battling Nelson out.
 I'm not human. That's it-not Ip-,aJ, i'd Do
 The youngster who had ntroduc ed himself as Patrick Mcfarland from out near the stock yards. smil ed one of those quiet smiles worn by people who are really laughing inside. and slipped away
 At 9:30 that night the announcer in the theater made a very neat lit tle speech about Bat Nelson and his incOnCeivable prowess. and wound up with a statement that Bat would now for the edification and amuse- ment of the spectators. demonstrate his skill in a two-round bout with "Packey Mcfarland. the Stock Yard Champion" Right then and there Packey received name that has stuck to him ever since.
 There was a small detail connect ed with the evenings entertain ment that seemed of no importance then. although it possibly made biz difference later in the careers of both Nelson and Mcfarland. A New York gentleman who had a fondness fer boxing as a sport cali ed upon Nelson in his dressing room, and. just for joke, Battling urged him to act as referee on the stage. The gentleman accepted.
 The Fight Begins.
 The bout began. Nelson walked toward his slim opponent with the easy, careless air of an assured con queror He evidently expected Me Farland to act like other noyices and backstep swiftly around the ring as the champion approached. Instead, the youngster went straight at Nelson in an attack sudden and swift as the flight of an arrow from the bOwstring.
 In fifth of a second Nelson was bobbine his head back to where it had been before Packey's first jar ring left landed. In the next fifth of a second Bat was wondering what hit him. In the next fifth he was realizing that he, a worlds champion, had been struck squarely upon the nose by an audacious and entirely unknown youth. And before the remaining two fiftEs had gone by-fighting men think quickly chagrin annoyance and righteous rage had chased themselves through the Nelson brain and communicated an extremely active series of vi brations to nerves radating to vari- ous parts of his anatomy.
 In short, Nelson, who had at first viewed the advent of the McFar- land kid with toleration, at least, was now filled with the desire to annihilate him in the shortest pos sible space of time. He lowered his towhead, squared his elbows, drew his lips back from his teeth in a ferocious sheer and waded in.
 That's about all he did do. He waded Some have even said that he floundered. His arms whirled like the wings of a Dutch windmill and his advancing feet beat tattoo on the board floor of the stage, But the whirling fists, to his amaze ment met nothing but air, and in the meanwhile his forward move ment was interrupted by series of short, sharp jerks, indicating the punctuation introduced by. Packey's iabs striking against the Nelson chin. Before Bat had quite recover ed his usual deliberate fighting stride the referee called time. The rounds were to be only Of two minutes each. During the minute of rest Mcfarland sat carelessly in