New Britain herald., 1915-02-27
BRIGHTON BILL, BAD
 MAN, MEETS WATERLOO
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his native London to engage in the hard toll of loading and unloading vessels. He was a giant in stature, but of a quiet and studious disposi- t1on. Instead of spending his nights carousing, drinking and fighting in the public houses, he devoted all nis spare time to study under the direc- tion of kindly German baker who was also a scholar. Toms desire to get an "eddication' was viewed with amusement and disgust by his com panions of the docks. More than that, he lived with an old woman named Wingrove who kept re- spectable lodgings, and treated her with all the veneration due a mother. So far as anybody knew, Tom King had never fought in his life-and now he was due for g. dust-up with the bellicose, brutal Brighton Bill.
 When the ring was formed-and there were even a few police among the spectators-Bill uttered a hoarse and terrifying below and rushed at his opponent. The spectators held their breath, expecting Tom to go down and to be tramped into the dust. Instead, King met the onslaught with a slashing punch full in the face, which sent the terror back on his heels. The blow only added fuel to the flames of Bills anger, and again he rushed forward, his arms swing ing like fails, but this time he re- ceived such a wallop that he was sent sprawling to the ground King did not try to follow up his advantage, after the custom of shoremen, by kicking his foe, although urged to do so by the crowd. "Give i'm the boot" yelled the delighted spectators but Tom waited until Bill was on his feet. Then he went after him, land ing with both hands with all the pre- cision of an expert boxer, until at last Brighton Bill was stretched out in the street, bruised, bloody and sense less.
 A veritable storm of applause marked Tom Kings triumph. He was 1 hoisted on the shoulders of two l brawny stevedores, and, followed by 1 the mob, they paraded up and down l the street, cheering like mad.
 Exit Brighton Bill.
 1 It was Tom Kings first fight, but l not his last. The news of his exploit l spread over that end of London, and l IOF udyS llOCAl1lS S1SS was IdlkoQ Ol l in the public houses. Jem Ward, the 1 ex-champion, heard of Kings tri- l umph, and asked Tom to come to his ] tavern and put on the gloves with l him. The result was that the Black l Diamond took King under his wing l and instructed him in the science of l boxing. He was an apt pupil, and by 1860 he had whipped severa ] tough, nuts of the ring, and was ready
 to tackle Jem Mace for the cham. 1 pionship. Mace and King frs 1 fought early in 1862, and Mace wa:
 the victor Later in the year the!
 fought again, and this time King de
 feated the gipsy and became tht
 champion of England. Prizefightins
 was not to his liking, however, ant
 he soon relinquished his honors. H.
 returned to the ring in 1863 to fgh
 John C. Heenan, "the Benlcla Boy. 1 The American mad had the best of
 battle with Tom Savers, and clalme'
 the cham pionship of the world. kin
 whipped the giant New Yorker, an
 then definitely retired from the ring
 and no persuasion would induce hin
 to try to come back.
 1 After bidding farewell to the pugll