The news scimitar. (Memphis, Tenn.) 1907-1926, 1919-03-27
S~uUiUGn-KiIrain Ga
Was Terrific Battle

way from Uniontown, Pa, to see the
fight. Kennedy was the tallest man
at the ~ringside.
He's Irish and he'll do" shouted a
S~ullivanite.
Kilrain adherent. 1--WE won't agree to
anyone that you fellows want"
Just then a tramp pointed to a man
from New Orleans, a man who had
led the way to the ~stockade, and who
had proved himself a man and the
Richburg guards who had tried to
shake down the crowd vermin. And
as the tramp pointed to the man from
New Orleans everyone shouted Hell
do and the man from New Orleans
found himself surrounded by all sorts
Of people and hustled and pushed into
the ring.
Beg pardon, sir" said Pony Moore,
Kilrain's bottle holder, to the man from
New Orleans, "but | would like to awsk
you a civil question"
What is it2" asked the man from
New Orleans nicely and g~entlemanly.
What is your name?" asked Moore.
John Fitzpatrick"
Now, begging your pardon, Mr.. John
Fitzpatrick, and not intending to be the
least impertincnt, don't you know, but
do you know anything about the Lon
don prize ring rules?'
Not a thing" said the man from
New Orleans, but | am willing to
referee this fight and see that every
man here, fighters and all, get a square
deal and an honest run for their money,
"Hooray! Hooray!! H~ooray!!,"
There is going to be a square and
fair fight; John Fitzpatrick, the man
from New Orleans. Is to be referee,
and all hands are happy.
Mai. Hughes, for years chief Of
Louisville's fire department. brings out
a huge black bottle and takes a swig
out Of it. He smiles and passes the
bottle to Mitchell.
The British pugilist seems to like
the stuff and holds the mouth of the
bottle to his lips.
Maj. Hughes Is to be S%ulliVan's bot
tie holder and he has brought the real
juice from the blue grass to fill the
bottle.
Costello gets busy. He gets a barrel,
fills it with water and cracked ice
and places it within reach,
e may burn up" suggests One.
Eyed Connolly, but ell never die of
thirst this blessed day"
"Are you both ready" asks the
referee. "Oh, you are! Then get busy
There is a hue of excitement On every
face and a general buzz that tells
that the crucial moment has arrived,
The crowd looks forward to a defen-
sive fight on the part of kilrain. They
look for him to keep away from Sulli-
van.
But Jake has Mitchelrs orders to do
Just the opposite. Rushing forward
when time was called, he grabbed hold
Of his giant opponent, tried to use the
toe hold he had learned in Lancashire
and throw Sully on his back, The Bos-
ton boy, never having been attacked
so quickly before, opens his mouth and
eyes in establishment and says nothing.
Kilrain pulls and tugs and at last
raises S%ullivan's mountain of flesh from
the ground, throws him and falls or
top of him.
There were tremendous cheers Of Kill
rain at the close Of this first round,
hut when Jake turned to his corner
there was a look of despair in his face,
He had found out then and there that
the Boston Boy was too big and broad
and strong for him, and wrestling and
throwing his opponent even his early
in the game had tired him out. And
il might have been well for Jake and
his friends TO have acknowledged de-
feat then ard there for they knew that
they were beaten,
cone Eyed" Connolly said so, and
he had seen as many championship
fights as anyone there. And his opin-
ion was reiterated by all the veterans
"Sully is too big and strong for
Jake"
This was the general verdict and It
was proved in nearly every round after
the first.
How the cruel battle lasted through
all that fearful morning with the July
sun burning up fighters, spectators and
everyone else; how Sullivan won in the
seventy-fifth round, and how John
| Fitzpatrick, the referee, later became
mayor of New Orleans several times,
are now all matters Of prize ring his
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