Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-06-30

8-0p-tp Frank Moran WINS
n W. MAXWELL shouted an excited
apeotator who sat next to us.
IT wouldn't take that lonesome buck, p"
repiied another spectator, who evidently
,rns his friend "If the odds were 1 to
1000, I'd be stealing your money"
And the other man was right. Big Frank
Moran, 40 pounds heavier and head taller
soon after the heavyweight battle began at
washington Park, here last night He bat.
tered little Jack Dillon around the squared
circle for three rounds but after that his
task was Just as easy as mobilizing herd
OF elephants in o telephone booth.
a Little Jack walloped Frank numerically,
hit him repeatedly without return, and
romped home O winner by such O wide mar
gin that 1t is doubtful that any of the
newspapers here will have the nerve to even
call II draw. The battle upset an old
adage, A good little man can beat good
big man--at least the best big man we have
outside Of Jess Willard.
Dillon, with his brow wrinkled and wear
ing q worried look had the appearance
Of schoolboy fighting it out with the
town bully. He took his task seriously,
however, and assumed a busines5-like air,
which contrasted strongly with Morans
emile--in the earlier stages OF the bout.
Franks smile was punched off his face
In the fifth round and after that when 1t
appeared, it lacked sincerity, 1t did not
ring true.
Yesterday afternoon the wise birds
roosting on Broadway, doped It out that
Dillon had a good chance, and put down
large wads of regular money on the bear
cat at 6 to g. Jack remained the favorite
until the crowd gathered at the ball park,
when Abe Attell appeared on the scene
with a big bank-roll and reversed the odds
by laying $3.50 to 500 that Moran would
win. Abe played according to form, how
ever, as he never has picked a winner in
his life.
There is no doubt that Moran under
estimated his smaller opponent. He entered
the ring in very poor condition, with rolls
Of fat hanging over his belt. looking like
an athletic clubman about to take some
exercise about spending the winter In an
easy chair. He started out with a quizzi-
cal expression in his eyes and grinned
rather sheepishly, as IL he did not relish the
Job of chastisng that little kid who had
the nerve to challenge him to physical COM
bat Evidently he figured that they would
carry Mr. Dillon out Of the ring after a
couple of rounds and he wanted to make it
as pleasant as possible.
All Wrong
But Francis Charles was all wrong. He
had things his own way for three rounds
and almost put tho little chap away, but
after that he just trailed along. taking the
blooie blooie stuff on the chin, head and
every other place. and weathered the storm
only because of his ability to assinate
punishment
When the men entered the ring and re-
moved their robes 1t was apparent that
the stories of Moran's wonderful condition
and his work in the great outdoors were
pure punk. Franks skin was pure white,
with nothing that even resembled sunburn
pn II, and he seemed fat and fiabby Dillon,
on the other hand, was brown as a berry,
and appeared to be in the very best OF con-
dition.
Moran's pasty white skin had a pale and
corpsy look under the curious glare of the
greenish lights used for moving picture pur-
poses, and a CHASTITY effect was produced
when the blood began to flow from his nose
ana mouth. Dillon landed those cruel cut
ting blows which chopped the big mans
FEATURES as II no were using a knife
Moran started out with all of the conf
aence In the world and bulled the little man
Tor three rounds. Frank was the favorite
with the crowd, and the 15, 900 persons who
crowded their way into the old Fed ball
park were on their feet shouting for a
knockout. In the third round MoraNl backed
Dillon to the ropes, landed several hard
rights to the head and body a-d had the
smaller man ready to take 80 count. He
orew back his terrible right fist which fiat
tened Jim Confey twice, shot 1t home with
serrine force and all wondered how Dillon
could stand Up under IL.
Then Dillon Started
Near the end Of the session and lien
the spectators were about to hurry Il the
exits Dillon came to life. He slid away
from that fat, pasty body and then charged
forward, head down, his gloves Travelled up
ward with lightning rapidty. every blow
landing smack on Franks face He varied
his attack with crushing wallops 10 the
body and was fighting hard at the bell.
This was the turning point OF the battle,
Moran discovered that he didn't have
soft Job on his hands and that bored look
vanished. He tried hard to land his right
smash to the jaw, but Dillon used a crouch
Similar TO that used by Jefrrles. which pro-
tected the lower portion of his face, and
Franks blows glanced Off Jacks shoulder
without doing any damage.
In the nth round Dillon began to show
bis superiority, The boxers fell into
elineh and Moran dropped his head on
Jacks shoulder. His face was exposed
underneath and the "bear cat" drove a
dozen uppereuts against that surface When
they were separated Moran's face was
covered with blood. the result OF the blows
landed on the nose and mouth.
II was the same In the following rounds
with Dillon squirming out OF danger and
shooting lefts and rights to the head and