The Washington times., 1935-04-13
FLYNN FOUGHT
BEST HEAV|ES
Of TIMES
BY FRANK BUCK O'NEILL
Times staff Writer

Old Jim Flynn, the Pueblo Fire.
man, has gone home. Death
came to the stout-hearted veteran
of 100 bloody and thrilling ring
battles out in Los Angeles in
the City Receiving Hospital. He
was SIS years of age.
The last words old Jim breathed
in this world typified his spirit
and his fighting heart.
Don't toss in that towel.
I'm groggy, but I'm not out
yet
Jim will be remembered as the
man who knocked out Jack
Dempsey before the Manassa
Mauler rose to the heavyweight
throne. He will be remembered
as one Of the most earnest fight
ers the ring ever knew. He fought
them all from Jack johnson to
Billy Papke and asked no odds.
Had his fistic ability matched
his courage he would have ruled
the world.
It was Jim Flynn who de.
stroyed the championship dream
of Carl Morris, the Sapulpa
(Okla) behemoth, who rose in
the days of white hopes. Morris
stepped down from the cab of a
freight engine and announced his
candidacy for the heavyweight
championship of the world. He
went to New York and was
matched with Flynn in a 10round
fight.
A Dripping ShambIes
Nothing that this writer has
ever seen in the prize ring ever
matched that CORY, heart sicken.
ing fray that turned the ring of
old Madison Square Garden into a
dripping shambles. Morris took
beating that would have killed
two ordinary men.
Devoid of science and real
punching power. fortified with
nothing more than a fighting
heart, Morris plodded to the cen
ter of the ring, there to meet the
storm of leather that the smaller
Flynn tossed at him. Slipping in
side of the slow and ponderous
leads that Morris made, Flynn
beat his man to tatters.
Charley White, "Old Good Eye"
Of the Horton Law days in New
York, wanted to stop the
slaughter. White was covered
with the blood of the beaten man
and insisted that Carl resign.
Please, Mr.. White" Morris
mumbled through battered lips.
I'm all right. Just a little cut"
Flynn Sought End
Flynn, to his everlasting credit.
wanted Morris to resign.
"Ya amt got no right in here
wit me-" he said to Morris.
1.-THE hell I amt" retorted
Morris.
Flynn was the victim of one Of
the most terrible ring robberies
II ever witnessed. He was
matched to box Jim Coffey, the
Dublin Giant" down at Coney
Island one summer night. Coffey
was being built up as contender
and had met with fair success.
What! A Knockout?
Flynn gave him a thorough
maSsaging, and at the end of
the ninth round had the fight
won. Evidently that had no
place in the plans, so before the
start of the tenth round a towel
sailed into the ring. Flynn
wanted to lick everyone in Coney
Island, and he was mad enough
to do it, but he never got the
chance. They put out the lights
and got Coffey out of the ring.
Flynn always harbored the de-
fusion that he could whip Jack
johnson. They met down in the
Southwest one July 4 ana Flynn
learned the folly of confidence.
He took a terrific beating and
was stopped in nine rounds.
And now the old warrior has
gone home. Great or not so
great, Flynn had the heart of a
fighter. And now, with no more
blows and blood and gongs and
the travail of the ring, sweet be
his sleep in the arms of the
kindly California Garth