Bisbee daily review., 1917-10-28
Bob Fitzsmnons Who Died This Week in Chicago, and
 Jim Jeffries Who Defeated Him.

[ staggering backward several feet and evidently hurt him badly.
 Fitz lost no time and followed close ly; sent right to Corbett's face, caus- ing him to totter again. He then put his left hard on the body and was hot after his man, but Corbett gave ground to get away. Corbett came up strong, however. and put his left hard on Fitz's body. The latter put in a hard right on the head. Jim was look ing tired, his strength was going and he clinched. After the breakaway Fitz put hard right and left on the jaw, and the men clinched again, Corbett fighting FitZ into the southwest cor ner of the ring. Jim put his left on the jaw and FitZ sent his right to the chin with awful force. The blow made Corbett lean backward, and then turned him partly around. He raised his guard trifie, and quick as light ming Fitz shot his left glove to Cor bett's body, just below the heart The blow was one that would have shiv- cred a plank, and COrbett's face paled instantly. His arms fell to his sides, his eyes closed and he fell forward to the ropes; catching them with his right hand. His face bore a look of intense agony, and he was evidently suffering the most excruciating pain. He tried to rise, but Fitz caught him with a right jab on the chin. Corbett was not knocked out in the common acceptance of the word. He was not unconscious, but the pain resulting from the blow under the heart was so great as to make him careless of anything else. He tried several times to rise, but was unable to do so, and was counted out by the referee.
 A Fen Picture
 T. T. Williams, a famous sport writer of that time, wrote as follows about his impression of Fitz during the fight:
 q saw a face that will haunt me until time has defaced it from my memory. It was a mixture of pathos and tragedy. There was no savagery in it, and some intelligence There was leer. and grin, and look of patient suffering and dogged courage. It was the face of a brave man fight ing an uphill fight. with lip torn and bleeding, nostrils plugged with coagu- lated blood, ears torn and swollen, eyes half closed and blinking in the sunlight, but every line and muscle drawn to the angle of suffering, but withal watchful. intent and set.
 Fitzsimmons' face was not cruel nor passionate. It was clear and intelli- gent, and not for moment did Bob lose sight of his man. It was one face from the time that first blood was claimed and allowed in the fifth round till the victory was in his hands. You can't compare 1t with anything, for there is no human countenance like Fftzsimmons' when fighting against odds"
 The Greatest Fighter
 OOIOclI Wtul Into I0e uRnt the best boxer in the world and he came out the best boxer in the world. Fitz- simmons went into the battle the best fighter in the world and he came out the best fighter in the world. Prof. Bill Clark, the original Fitzsimmons man.
 The Ruhlin Fight
 Martin Green, New York sport writer, paid the following tribute to Fitz:
 For nearly six rounds the bald pate of Bob Fitzsimmons shone like a lively ball of mercury in the ring at Madison Square Garden tonight. At times the shining pate was tinged with crimson, but at no time was the light of courage missing from the visage it crowned
 And when they picked Gus Ruhlin up from the rosined floor and carried him off like a slaughtered member of