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

of Denver. Glad to meet McGovern, 127 pounds Corbett''
 Neither the poundage nor the money bothered NTcGovern although Terry.s heaviest then was 122 pounds. A club in Hartford, Conn.,. arranged the match for Thanksgiving Day, 1901, Terry wrote out a check, for his own pugilistic funeral, funeral as it later developed. and handed it to Harris, saying ''Send this to Corbett and tell him its his expense money to get to Hartford. Conn. Tell him to be prepared to take a thrashing, too"
 Young Corbett arrived in the Nut meg state almost unnoticed As he went through his training routine to prepare for his meeting with the dreaded Brooklyn Boy the few and in frequent visitors al his quarters sized him up merely q another lamb being led to the McGovern slaughter
 The first newspapermen who came to interview him concerning the i'm pending ''butchery" the newcomer confessed that he was homesick. He had never before been outside of his native state, Colorado.
 Nevertheless everyone was impress ed with the amazing confidence of the youngster the one believer amongst countless doubters People had seen AcGovern win and win and win until it was becoming a popular belief that he would never succumb to a human fist.
 As for Terry he was hurried through a short course of preparation entirely unaware of the caliber of the foeman he was to encounter on the holiday. He probably presumed that FFNrrl hot
 would be scared stiff at the prospect of exchanging slnites with him. His terrible punch and Baersark fighting fury had whipped three quarters of his antagonists before the bell rang. But not so with the stranger, Cor bett On his way to the arena.
 The little Denverite stopped at Ter rvs dressing room and pounding on the door yelled: Come on out Terry, and get your licking." It is said that Terry at the time was reclining on a cot and on hearing the Corbett com mand he bounded to the center of the room with an oath. It was the first of a series of unpleasant surprises for McGovern.
 In the ring as in the training camp COrbett was little noticed. Clad in his big red sweater the little fellow nonchantly gazed across the ring at Terrible Terry who was pirouetting this way and that acknowledging the storm of applause which greeted his always extended a champion. But if the newcomer was at all apprehehsive about his meeting the famous cham pion he failed to exhibit his feelings. He was as cool and indifferent to his surroundings as Terry himself.
 At the clang of the bell McGovern was handed his second surprise. Un- like Terrys other opponents Corbett instead of quailing before the char acteristic McGovern rush met Terry half way. He was out of his corner as quickly as McGovern and avoiding Terry's initial onrush he sailed into the argument with a gusto himself.
 Terry was, amazed as well as in furiated. Then followed fighting of such a cyclonic order as was never before witnessed in a Queensberry arena. Hooks, swings, uppercuts and jabs. were released with abandon a bewildering maze of whirling tangled curves.
 At the end of the round honors were even. And when they retired cornerward Terry as well as the crowd realized that at last there was a man not afraid to stand toe to toe with the formidable McGovern and gamble with the knockout punch.
 The second round was renewed with the same dynamic vigor. In his efforts to remove the stranger, how ever, Terry fought wildly, missing many of the famous right hooks that had won previous battles for him.
 Corbett well composed and with