The Washington herald., 1922-12-16
Charlie
CHICAGO MAN
REELS ABOUT
AS SCRAP ENDS
Ninth Was One of Most Sensa-
tional Rounds Ever Wit
messed in New York Ring.
By DAMON RUNYON.

MADISON SQUARE GAR
M DEN, New York, Dec. 15.--
- Charley White is reeling.
groping, puneh-crazy, his slim legs
bending drunkenly beneath him,
his lips dripping blood, his eyes
heavy with sleep.
Now Mitchell is snoring" on his
feet, his expression dead, his senses
drifting, his tired limbs collapsing,
as dreamland is calling him.
Such was the ninth round of the
fight between Charley White, of
Chicago, and Ritchie Mitchell, of
Milwaukee, at Madison Square
Garden tonight, one of the most
sensational rounds of any battle
ever fought in New York.
1t ended in the tenth, when Nit
chell, or rather what was the ghost
of Mitchell, fell three times under
pitiless pounding of Whites hands
and Patsy Haley, the white-haired
referee. stopped it.
Mitchell was on his hands and
knees trying to crawl around. They
carried him to his corner.
Twice he had taken a count of
nine, the 10000 fans in the old
building counting in chorus with
the official timekeeper as he stood
up at the ringside and recited the
seconds.
lust few minutes before Mitchell
had victory in the clutch of his
grimy. blood-stained glove.
He had fought eight rounds with
wild desperation after going down
for a count of nine in the first. He
had punched the thin. dark face of
White until the sombre looking Chi
cagoan's eyes were glaring from
behind a mask of blood
MITCHELL WAS PALE. -" =,
In--the ninth, MitchelL ghastly
pale, his mouth open like a landed
fish. rushed on White. throwing
wild right
1t caught White OH the chin.
Whites knees buckled and into his
eyes came that. unmistakable heavy
expression that borders on insensi-
bility.
Mitchell. eager, wild. swarned in
on the staggering White, pounding.
pounding with both hands. ThrC a
q furry of dripping gloves sud
denly shot Whites danger-tipped
left hand. II tipped Mitchelrs chin.
none too stout. and now Mitchell
fell back. dazed.
The crowd, sensing the turn,i had
been up screaming as White reeied
around. Now it screamed anew.
White, still punch sick. let go an
other left and down went Mitchell
in a pallid heap. the blood stream
. ing down the corners OF his mouth
like a man who has fallen with
hemorrhage. -
WHITE. RUSHED HIM.
He got up weak White. thin.
snarling. vindictive looking, rushed
at him. Mitchell clinched and
White threw him to the floor with
a furious angry shove. The crowd
Kissed. Mitchell was on his feet
at the bell, but his finish at the
threshhold
The last round lasted two min
utes and forty-nine seconds. 1t was
pale and anemic beside the ninth
round, the round wren Ritchie
Mitchell put all he had into a final
stand that will long be talked of
by the ring worms who saw the
battle.
White is supposed to be the lead
ing contender for Benny Leonard's
title. He Is crafty. experienced
fighter. Mitchell. once a good man
in the lightweight division, has gone
away hack. Few thought he would
last through the second round to-
night because of his showing in the
first.
His heart carried him along He
went down battling. He left his
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was perhaps the most surprised man
in the building at the resistance he
encountered after the frs. round.
Both men weighed 1877 pounds.
They came on behind buzzing bat.
tie between Elmo Flores, the Fill.
pino and Joe Shugrue, of Jersey
City. but they made the crowd for
get that fight in a few rounds.
Shugrue won his fight.
Mitchell was pasty color. and
this, with his natural -blondness.
gave him a sickly appearance be-
meath the lights.
The first punch White hit him
was not hard. but it landed on
Mitchelrs chin and his head be.
gan juggling and his knees shaking.
1t looked as If he was not a match
at all for the dark. wiry Chicagoan
with the snaky left hook.
MITCHELL IS FLOORED.
A clip to Mitchelrs glass chin
with that snappy left dropped him
midway of the first round He got
up. very weak. his mouth dripping
blood The smash had cut his lips.
White bounded at him like a lean,
wolf. slashing away and Mitchell
backed into the ropes. his eyes star
ing. No one thought he could last
the round out. At the moment.
White would have been so to 1 in,
the betting.
The bell seemed to save Mitchell
from a sure knockout. The crowd
settled back expecting the finish in
the second. -
White stepped out bold. conf
dent swapping that murderous left
at Mitchel's chin Suddenly Mitchell
let go a wild right and it connected
with Whites jaw. 1t was a fu-