The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-11-04
Copyright, 1919, by the Wheeler
 Syndicate, Inc.)

(COpyflgnI, 19IS, by the "nee4er
 Syndicate, Inc.)
 Stanley Ketchel established not only one of the greatest of middle weight ring records but a fistic pre- cedent as well. He is the only cham pion who meeting a decisive, knock out defeat turned the tables on his conqueror in the same fash ion Ketchel is the only genuine ''come back in the history of the squared circle. True Matty Mathews reversed a decision on points with Rube Ferns and won back the welter weight title years ago as did Jack Britton with Ted Lewis this year. But that only goes to prove that neither of their defeats could have been wholly decisive. Ketcheu received one of the most brutal beatings a fighter ever encountered when Billy Papke, the Illinois thunderbolt, knocked him out and won his mid dle-weight championship eleven years ago at Los Angeles. Undaunted the stout-hearted cowboy again faced his conqueror and subjected the square jawed German to the same terrible treatment that had been his lot only two months before. As shatterer of ring traditions Ketchel has never been equalled.
 Stanley KetcheI out of the ring was a picturesque adventurous char acter but always mild hammered in his social intercourse. Fighting was a business not a habit with Stanley. He was not the one to mix in public brawls. Yet no boxer exhibited more natural adoption for the stren- uous business of the ring than Ketchel. He loved the smell of the blood-soaked pigskin mitts and the creak of grinding rosin under feet advancing swiftly to the attack. He was as savage in the ring as he was mild and inoffensive out of 1t. He never asked for quarter, and although not wilfully cruel no foeman ever received it from Ketchel- Because of his terrible and relentless attack they called him ''Fhe AssaSSin,' ''Terror- Tiger and "Buzz-Saw.'' Ketchel never took a boxing lesson in his life. His only ring precept he once told me was: Don't forget he's more scared than you are. Give heav- fer blow than you receive.' Once I asked him if he ever thought of at- tempting to acquire boxing skill. Ketchel scowled. Kill not skill,- that's me. You know what happen ed to Tom Sharkey when he tried to become clever. Ills trainer had it right when he told a friend of the sailors that Tom is becoming more clever and easier to lick They'll never say either of those things about Stanley Ketchel.
 Stanley Ketchel was no one from Nowhere when he first arrested the attention of the pugilistic world. He had led a rowing life working at ev- erything from bell-hop to cow puncher. In between times he took on a fight hut his technique never ex- cited much comment. He received most of his early ring experience in Montana and when the game died out there Stanley swung into Cali fornia via the Bumpers He had received an offer to fight Joe Thom- as, one of the greatest middleweights that ever lived and inexperienced as he was Stanley jumped at the chance. When he arrived in California they asked him where his training staff was and where he expected to pitch camp. Training staff?" chortled Stanley, why I'm lucky to be here myself!' Ketchel was completely broke. A generous boniface rigged up punching bag in the rear of his saloon and there the embryo cham pion trained for the great Joe Fhomas-on a punching bag, dough- 1uts and coffee,
 stanlev shocked tha <norting world