Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-03-28

q shook hands with Mr.. Meehan, with whom
he had been starring. Mr.. Carroll was
highly pleased with himself.
Z SAYS He Broke Hand
ts II was then that the Able Seaman pulled
, a willard and entered the class owned
and copyrighted by the Kansan and 7.
Jones Leaning over the ropes. he ad-
= dressed the newspaper men as follows.
/. ~ amt maxim no alibi, but homes I
y busted M rite han in tn fifth round.
Had to use m lef' all tn time. Too bad
X busted m han er I'd stopped that fat
d stiff sure Looltit m ham," and he eX-
tended a mauler encased in boxing
glove. Close examination proved that Mr..
! Carroll might have broken his hand. Then
again he might not. outside of the fact
!. that we didn't see the hand, break or any
thing, Mr.. Carroll was right.
But Sailor Jack was not forced to re-
4 sort to excuses after the battle he put up
, nganst Adipose Willie. The retired-tar
gave the fat person from Frisco the hard
est fight he has had since the f. p. has
been among us, and deserves all of the
bouquets showered upon him. And Mr..
Carroll always wears his honors becom-
, ingy
Willie Hits the Floor
There was noticeable improvement in
! Carrolrs boxing last night. He lost the
! battle, but that made no difference. He
fought well just the same. taking lots of
punishment and handing Willie many sim
cere receipts. In the fifth round he caught
Meehan on the jaw with a straight right
and Willie stopped the floor coming up as
he was going down. He bounced to his
| feet in an instant but was groggy for
few seconds
Then Willie's vision cleared and he
could see nothing but CarrOlls jaw. That
Jaw stopped six hard wallops, but they
failed to make the Sailor forget he had
scored a knockdown. He weathered the
typhoon, and smiled confidently when he
walked to his corner, where Bobby GUM
ness welcomed him with open arms,
1t was in CarrolIs corner that the real
battle was fought. Bobby appears to he
the Sailors new manager, for he did
most of the advising, and convinced his
man that he would make Meehan quit.
Mr.. Guinness either lost or mislaid his
voice in the third round, for he could
barely make himself heard when the
crowd was shouting and his man was on
the other side of the ring. His assistants,
who had charge of the fans, water bucket
and stool, also fought gamely.
At the end of the third round Carroll
was listing heavily to port and seemed
ready to be wrecked on a left jab, He
fell into n chair and then the real work
tonal vest and exposed shirt sleeves,
jammed the boxer in the chair and held
him firmly, despite his squirmngs. An
assistant began slapping the sailor with
astonishing force, while another fran
tcally Tapped the fans which threw dense
clouds Of resin dust into the lighters face
Some Inside Stuff
How duy y feel?" asked the second
with the bucket of water as he doused
Jack with the chilling flood.
"Puh-puh-pretty good" gasped Jack
shvering violently.
You're all right, amt chu?" inquired
Manager Guinness solicitously as he
damned veteran sponge in Carroll's
mouth.
"Blahhh !" spluttered Carroll, meaning
that he was feeling great.
Yer goin' good" continued Bobby,
'ony you wannah use yer lef' more"
Yer winnin' easy" said the second
waving the fans, "ony Yuh wanna keep
swlngin' Use yer rite more"
NO, yuh wanna jab him." remarked the
second with the water bucket. He's 4
awful sucker fer a straight lef'. Anybody
KIN see that. Keep jabbin."
Never let i'm git set" warned GUM