New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-04-06
Big Fighter Regrets Men
Lost Their Token Money
Betting on Him.
CHALLENGER SPENDS
AN HOUR IN CELL
I'd Go Crazy In One" Says
Convicts Eager to Hear of
Famous Seventh Round.

Fighting Frank Moran is wiser
man-and a sadder one, toby one
trip 20 the bleak corridors of Sing Sing.
He paced the grim flags in front OF
the tiny cells, but only a few Of the
prisoners stuck out eager hands 70
welcome him; but when Frank Moran
left, Jess Willard was thoroughly IN
popular In six hours time the fighter
added another name TO the list Of hon.
orary members of Sing Sings Mutual
Welfare League.
One Of the hours was spent in a cell
too low for the fighter 20 stand up
right. too narrow for him 10 move
about. But Frank Moran was game; he
merely smiled.
Good Lord" he exclaimed, STUN
bling out Of the cell at the end Of his
hour. How can these men stand it?
I'd 90 crazy at the end OF week"
Greets Men in Cells.
The prisoner-guide merely shook his
shoulders.
Frank Morsn's voice rumbled with g
word OF greeting for the men whose
faces were pressed against the bars.
The quick, eager light in their eyes ac-
companied each "Hellol" that fosted
out from the little cells.
"Too bad you didn't beat willard -
shouted an inmate after the hulking
form Of the fighter.
BEAT him next timel' shouted
Moran, turning. His face beamed with
a boyish smile.
do you know" began the guide, "the
boys bet all kinds Of money on you"
Money" queried Frank, round
eyed.
"Prison money, you know
Gee! That's too bad" replied the
fighter. 81 wish could repay it. |
wish | could do something for all the
boys"
That thought bothered Frank all the
way I'D from the city. Would they
care for cigarettes, He was told the
prisoners had plenty. Cigars? They
could obtain cigars from the prison
stock.
TTl have to be satisfied with the
movies of my fight with Willard then
said Moran. "They couldn't como TO
the fight. so I'll come 70 them
Chapel Crowd Cheers.
When Frank was introduced as the
coming heavyweight champion of the
world" the convict audience in the
chapel jumped TO its feet. The big
room reechoed with cheers and bursts
of whistling. The tow-haired lrishman
raised his big hand for silence, but the
roaring crowd dnned his name into his
ears for several minutes before IL quiet
ed sufficiently for Moran 10 begin.
Remember, boys, no matter how
tough a thing is, you can do IL II you
only have the will" he began. There's
an old saying in Latin, 'Quod face.
bene fac That means, whatever you
do, 90 well. For seven years ] fought
for nothing but black eyes. But |
stuck, STUCK, STUCK.
you bet you did" came the shout.
"Tell US about that famous seventh
round"
Boys. let me tell you about it, the
fighter pleaded. 81 really and honestly
believed before | began 20 fight that
could beat willard You will see from
the pictures that he had no JOY ride.
lie stopped in the seventh round just
where 7 picked it up. Ny chances
would have been much better If the
fight had lasted twenty rounds"
Fight Films Shown.
Moran gave the order. and the fight
pictures began 20 flicker on the screen.
Again Willard and Moran went through
the ten rounds Of battle The men
leaned forward, their eyes drinking in
every incident, their minds registering
every punch for future ,iscussion.
When II vas all over and Moran had
stumblingly uttered the words 81 want
TO say good night 20 all of you boys
snd-God bless you all" the chapel re-
sounded again with a cheer 20 rival
that given on a momentous occasion 10
Thomas Mott Osborne.
81 wonder" said Moran on the ride
home, "if the boys over yonder can
see the stars in the SKYE