The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-10-04

When mortaIs on this earthly sphere vanish to the place 'where the wicked cease to worry and the weary are at rest they are at least expected to pay the bill for transportation- that is the funeral expenses. That's a custom in keeping with the pre- scription which begets an honorel name in society. So its fulfllment s anticipated and taken as a matter of course by every one.
 But in the affairs of the prlze-ring no one expects that sort of thing, That is no one expects Q champion 10 defray the expense of his own pug iIistic demise. Ever hear of one do- ing it? Well there was one who did and it represents one of the raresJ, most interesting and spectacular in cidents in the annals of the roped arena. And the champion referred to is none other than the once inVincible Terry IcGovern-''T ''Terrible Terry the grandest fighting machine of his inches ever produced in this or any other country. It all came about like this.
 Along about the fall of 1901 Terry McGovern, featherweight champion of the world, was on tour with a bur Iesque show. Terry had proved him self the traditional "buIl in the china shop" amongst the little men of his weight. None could stand before him. A few hurricane rushes, the rat-a-tat of furiously and accurately driven punches and the McGovern antag- orist groveued in the resin at The Terrible Ones feet.
 Scores of ring heroes, scarcely less famous than Terry himself had been whirIed down the rocky abyss of ob- livion from the shock of the padded :McGovern fist. Pedlar Palmer, England's greatest was of the very first. Then followed Harry Forbes, George Dixon, Eddie Santry, Oscar Gardner, Tommy White, Frank White, Frank Erne, Joe Bernstein Kid Broad, Joe Cans and Aurelia Herrerra,, the dangerous Mexican.
 All polished off decisively and with amazing celerity too. Three and four rounds was the average stay of a boxer in the ring with Terry those days Naturally the redoubtable Me Govern eventually consumed the sup ply worthy opposition.
 But the show business for Terry around the fall of 'O1 like fistic re- sistance began to lag Llmentab1y. Ter rvs last encounter had been with Herrerra and after whaling the day lights out of the Greaser who had dared the great McGovern to combat the wonderful Brooklynite 1apsed into a period of inactivity.
 McGovern hadn't fought for nearly six months. He needed an opponent and the show needed a boost. So Sam Harris, the Brooklyn Terror's manager raised his binoculars to his no rizon with characteristic Harrisonian discrimination. He swept 1t back and forth, even scanning the territory of the lightweights. But Terry had previously crumpIcd up Frank Erne the king of that division in three wihrlwind rounds so there was noth- ing there.
 Finally Sam's attention was arrest ed by a pudgy little warrfer in the heart of the Rockies. He wasn't a featherweight and he wasn't light weight. And as he watched Benny Yanger whip him and Kid Broad flat ten him senseless Samuel figured he wasn't great fighter either.
 Sam lowered the binocle and told Terry he had an opponent for him. ''Who is He?" queried Terrence "A 'Y oung Corbett' D from Denver, Colo TauO, sam O1NuISeu NeNer heard Ot him. rejoined McGovern.. Get in touch with him and find out whether he'll meet me- rejoined the Terror So Sam did, remarking Hell be soft for you Terry and a little publicity is just what our show needs"
 A few days latter Harris received the following wire from Denver Haven't mone1 enough to get out