The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1930-11-22

o-PetrOlle dashed in with
a left hook high on McLarnin's head
and fired a right to the chin that sent
Jimmy bouncing to the ropes. Nc
Larnln fought back cautiously de-
pending on a left hand to keep Pc
tolle away, but Billy slipped inside
with a right and left to the head and
body. They pummeled each other
around the ring, swapping let's and
rights but the fire seemed to have
died from their heaviest weapons, A
terrific left hook to the head sent
McLarnln back on his heels again.
Two more sent him backward across
the ring with a dazed look back in his
eyes again as Petrolle dashed him un-
mercilessly about the head. Blood
streamed from a cut alongside Nc
Larnin's nose but he shook his head,
stopped Petrolle's rush with a right
and battled his way dizzily around
the ring until the bell.
ROUND 7-Jimmy's face was
lumpy, and blood stained from the
beating he was taking as he came out
to try and hold Petrolle away with
left jabs. They snapped lefts to the
head, then rights, but Petrolle seemed
to be immune to punishment. He took
the huskiest socks McLarnin had and
stormed in with a left hook attack to
the head and body. They held their
rights in check, jabbing and hooking
with left hands until Petrolle lifted
his head. McLarnin flashed both
hands to the chin, but Billy never
wavered and hammered back at Nc
Larnin's head with a two-fisted at
tack that drove Jimmy across the
ring, blood streaming from his nose
and welts under both eyes. The bell
broke them apart from another wild
punching melee.
ROUND S-The left hook that Nc
Larnin seemed unable to solve landed
on McLarnin's mouth and drew blood
from another source. Petrolle smash
ed his left to Jimmy's mouth and
started a scarlet stream down the
1rishman's breast. Petrolle, unmark-
ed, tore through McLarnin's best
punches. shook them off, and ham
mered Jimmy around the ring. A
right to the neck almost put McLar-
min to the floor. He was taking a
fierce licking and the crowd yelled
to the referee to stop it as blood COW
cred McLarnin's head and chest.
Jimmy never quit, however, taking
his punishment and flashing both
hands into Petrolle's granite head.
Both had lost most Of their punching
strength as the gong chased them
back to their corners.
ROUND $50 wild was the excite
ment that fights broke out all over
the Garden as the battlers tried to
settle the issue in the ring. Punch
worn and weary, blood still trickling
from his wounds and his eyes gradu-
ally closing, McLarnin still plodded
back from Petrolle's swinging attack,
laying in wait for an opening for a
finishing shot. Billy was wild and tired
as he swung both fists to the head and
McLarnin stepped in with two left
hooks that staggered the Fargo En-
press. The crowd beloved frantic
ally as McLarnin rallied and drove
Petrolle before him, but they soon
fell into a clinch from sheer exhaus-
ton. They stood toe to toe and raped
each other on the chin with swings
that came all the way up from the
hips, and though both wavered, nei-
Their would go down. The crowd
yelled frantically at the spectacular
milling but the battlers were hang
ing on YEARLY as the bell rang.
ROUND 1O-McLarnin hooked Pc
trolle's head steadily with a left hand
in an effort to open a way for his
right. Billy crouched low, stabbing
with his left and let McLarnin force
the milling. Jimmy pecked half
heatedly at Petrolle's face with his
left glove until Billy snapped his
head back with a left hook to the
chin. McLarnin's knees sagged as
Petrolle cracked a right on the chin
and belabored him about the ring
with left hooks to the head. A hard
right to the head made jim hold, and
they both hung exhausted. Another
left hook bent McLarnin's knees and
he was a cory and badly beaten sight.
He waded into Petrolle, firing both
hands recklessly in an effort to get
over a finishing wallop, but Billy held
the upper hand until the final bell.