The Birmingham age-herald., 1918-01-29

vicious lead. The sailor missed, and Mccoy shot a powerful left-hander to the sailors jaw and the sailor Hoped to the floor, in a sitting position. He remained there for several seconds. AS of grogginess but despite the handicap of ] wobbly legs made rush for Mccoy The Kid was waiting for Sharkey and as the sailor came at him and swung wildly Mccoy flashed right-hand wal lop which landed on Toms jam. Once again Tim hit the canvas. But he was up quickly and a little groggier than be- fore, made another rush at Mccoy Fortunately for SharlSey the round had only about 20 seconds to go from the time that Mccoy scored the first knock down. If a minute or more of fighting had been left there is no telling what the Kid might have accomplished be- cause he certainly had the sailor in bad way and one or two more solid smashes to the jaw might have won the contest for him.
 The sailor began to recuperate after the third round and his rushing tactics, his clinching and his wrestling grad ually wore down the slender Mccoy. Sharkey charged almost blindly at Me- Coy taking every punch that was aimed at him and his face became a bloody and battered mass as the battle went on. Put, just the same Sharkey because of his powerful physique, was the fresher of the two. The punches which Mccoy had landed had the effect of wearyiTa him more than they did Sharkey.
 As the tenth round began, it seemed that both men were very tired. Mccoy more so than Sharkey. The sailor came out of his corner and took the offensive. but he lacked the vim and the dash Of the earlier rounds. Mccoy, on the defensive, danced around the sides of the ring as the sailor came in at him. They clinched several times and the crowd, figuring that several rounds of desultory fighting were ahead of them. slipped back into it's seat and pre- pared to take things easy. And then, of sudden, things began to happen and one sensation followed another.
 Mccoy, coming out of clinch, landed two lefts on Sharkey's jaw and tucked away. Tom went after him. As Mccoy continued to elude him the sailors face took on look of intense disgust. He wanted to stand toe-to-toe and slug it. but not Mccoy. The Kid gracefully ba acl<ed toward his own corner, and as Sharkey came at him was in the act of sidestepping out of danger, when Shar- key, with quick, unexpected rush, shot a short left hook clearly to the point of McCoy's jaw. Mccoy was against the ropes at the time but as the blow landed he slid down to the floor and fell with a thud
 Mccoy was not out completely, but the blow so dazed him that he was urable to move. His eyes winked con vulsively and his jaw seemed temporarily paralyzed. His body quivered and he turned halfway around his head resting or; the lower ropes Of the ring, his eyes locking but helplessy into the sea of faces
 The house was in an uproar Naturally, as soon as Mccoy went down, Referee Hurst leaned over him and began his count In the frenzy of excitement that followed. one heard Hurst tolling off the seconds About one second after the referee had chanted the fatal ''10'' Mccoy staggered to his feet and made move toward Sharkey. All this time the sailor had stood back waiting for Me- Coy to arise. He hadn't heard Hurst complete the count-nor had anyone ese-and didn't know that Mccoy was out officially. So when he saw Mccoy tottering toward him, he rushed forward like madman and then set himself and let loose fearful right that landed under McCoy's ear.
  downAand that time he stayed until all doubt as to whether or not he was out had been banshed. But Hurst didn't count over Mccoy the second time. All he did was to push Sharkey into his corner and motion to McCoy's second to give him assistance The crowd for a few minutes couldn't understand why Hurst wasn't counting and the uproar continued without abatement Finally Hurst was able to still the tumult sufficiently to explain to the crowd that he had counted out Mccoy the first time that he hit the mat. Then bedlam reigned again. some hissing. the majority cheering. And so it continued until long after the fighters had left the ring and the police moved to dis perse the immense crowd.
 
 Ring Is Tight
 From the Pathfinder.
 MT. Goodthing-How does your sister like the engagement ring I gave her. Bobby?
 Her Young Brother-Well. it's little too small; she has an awful hard time getting it off when the other fellows call