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eee A THE WORLD: WEDNESDAY EVENING, DECEMBER 30, 1908. “© SPORTING NEWS SPECIALLY REPORTED FOR THE EVENING WORLD. € PICTORIAL STORY OF CORBEIT- HANLON FIGHT AT INTERESTING PERIODS, WITH JEFFRIES AS REFEREE. AT eved HOMERIATET OLE Oe UHANLON'S RIGHT SENDS CORBETT DOWN. In the Seventh Round the Californian Dropped the Champion by Well- Directed Blow U nder the Heart. HANLON’S LEFT HURTS CORBETT. In the Eighth Round the Californi an Staggered the Champion with a uccession of Jabs to the Latter's Face and Sent Him to His Cor- ner Groggy. BLOWS THAT HELPED WEAKEN HANLON, “Corbett's Famous Uppercut Got Into Play In the Fifteenth ound, and tho Force of It Brought About Hanlon’s Finish. HANLON IN HELPLESS STATE. After Putting Californian Yown in Sixteenth Round “Corbett” Asked Sec- onds to Take Him Out of the Ring, but Former Stuck Until Ref- erce interfered. ag (teebensicns: fight. boy I eber saw. SAN FRANCISCO, CAL., DEC. 30. I guess I’m not a prophet. I did not have to be to know I would win the Hanlon gabe me the hardest fight I ever had in my life. I never Was in doubt as to the result, though. He is the gamest YOUNG CORBETT. It Was hard luck. fourteenth round I had much the better of accounts for my defeat. But I must congratulate my conqueror. He’s a great fighter. SAN FRANCISCO, CAL., DEC. 30. ee ee ae I think up to the time Corbett hit me on the jaw in the the fight. Igrew a bit careless, and that EDDIE HANLON. “CORBETT” WINS FIGHT Hanlon Badly Beaten and Staggering bindly | Around the Ring in Helpless Condition When Referee Graney Stops Contest and Declares Champion Victor. FACTS ABOUT THE BIG FIG Winner—Young Corbett. Loser—Eddie Hanlon. Rounds—Sixteen. Won by reteree stopping bout. Scene of Battle—Hayes Valley A. C., San Francisco. Title at Stake—Feather-weight Championship of the World.. Money Incentive—Sixty per cent. of the gross receipts. Amount of Money in House (estimated) —$30,000, Estimated Attendance— 10,000, Young Corbett’s Share—equal to 75 per cent. of 60 per cent— $13,500. iG g Hanlon’s Share—$4,500. Referee—Eddie Graney. Corbett’s Seconds—Harry Tuthill, Billy Otts and Tim McGrath. Hanlon’s Seconds—Harry Foley, Toby Irwin, Fred. Landers and Ted Wolf. HL BY KNOCKOUT. (From The Evening World's Special Correspondent at the Ringside.) SAN FRANCISCO, Dec. 30.—New Year's Day almost here and “Young Corbett’s” title of feather-weight champion still floats proudly from the Denverite’s standard. Eddie Hanlon, pride of the land where the setting sun dips into a ‘watery bath every night in the placid bosom of the Pacific, went down to defeat last night before the terrific battling of the Rocky Mountain warrior. WHEN GRANEY CALLED A HALT. ‘A minute and forty seconds of the sixteenth session of a gruelling ‘bloody battle had slipped into history when Referee Graney stepped be- tween the two little gladiators and waved the Golden Gate boy to his corner, defeated. + Reeling, drunk with pain, across the canvass battlefield of the Hayes Valley Athletic Club, staggering under the fearful swings that the little “ ehampion rained on his head and body, blood pouring down his face and streaking his clean-muscled little chest with carmine, Hanlon clutched weakly at the ropes, bravely tried to swing for his pitiless foe, and then Furehed forward and fell into Graney's arms as the famous little referee threw his arm between the men, CHAMPION’S FIGHT ALL THE WAY. The vast walls of humanity banking this modern arena rose as a man nd shook the rafters with cheers for the champion whose title was still bis own. 3 It was a fight for the Gods of War; a battle reeking with fast, vicious ork, teeming with sensational moments when the tide of battle seemed d in the scales of fate; but withal it was the champion's fight. In one round only did the Pacific youngster seem to have more than even chance. It was a wild right-hand swing that brought him a peep ito the realm of championship. Crash! A fearful overland wallop dug from the flour sic caught the Denverite flush on the chin, ‘With a thud he struck the canvas. “Hanlon wins! Hanlon wins: “CORBETT” WAS STILL THERE. massive arena rocked with the fearful shouts that broke from the of this army of modern Romans. is dead, pL Ticugh the air Long live the King!” hie knees. shook his blond little head, laughed, and Shrang to his feet. i cl ~ IN SIATEENTH ROUND | ,attlefield. stowed away in tho recesses of his mighty muscle-sheathed arms. He was on top of Hanlon like a lion. One, two! One, two! Twice the Denverite’s famous double punch found the Californian’s head. BELL FOUND THEM FIGHTING LIKE DEMONS, | “Steady, Bill, steady!” came the command from his corner. And “Billy” steadied himself, chased his foe around the ring, and was ghting like a demon when the clear notes of the gong swelled across the The clang of the gong was the death-knell of Hanlon’s championship possibilities. “Corbett” was after him like a tiger as he sprang from his corner for the eighth session. It was the Denverite all the way through that round, running easy, with | ois mouth wide open. He gave Hanlon a terrific gruelling. Thud! Crash! Bang! The fearful swings of his doughty fists sank into the midship works of the Golden Gate pride, working awful havoc. Hanlon lurched into his seat as the gong sent them away for the min- ute’s rest. “CORBETT’S” SMILE OF CONFIDENCE. There was a lull unti! the fourteeenth round, Corbett was still swing- ing along in the lead. He came to his corner after the thirteenth session with a smile. “Tl put him away,” he whispered to his seconds, He nearly made good before another minute had ps ‘The “one, two” punch did it. | HANLON'’S FIRST KNOCKDOWN, A left hook to the jaw, with an awful right stepping on its heels, and Hanlon went to the floor. It was the first time in his life he had ever been knocked down. He sank to his knees, the blood gushing from nose and mouth, but, |game little fellow that he is, he jumped to his feet on the count of eight, | Stalled for a moment, and then carried the fight to his foe. | jand fighting again the welcome clang of the gong sent him to his corner. Another left hook, and Hanlon’s knees rocked again, But, game as a pebble, he fought back desperately, blindly, viciously, He came out for the fifteenth round with evident Instructions to stay away and wait for his ebbing strength to creep back inte his weary limbs and body. WOULDN'T LET HANLON REST. But “Corbett” was not to be denied Rush! Rush!! Rush!!! Bang! Bang!! Bang!!! His flying fists cut through the smoke-laden atmdsphere like lightning. The gong again, and the Californian was weak and wobbly, fought out almost to the last ounce. His youth and wonderful recuperative powers brought him up strong almost to the danger point. “CORBETT” BEGINS SLAUGHTER. It was the sixteenth session. “Corbett” slid from his corner like 4 panther. He closed in on the lithe little youth, who pranced and danced before his eyes like some myth ip the thick smoke that hung like a cloud over the ving. There was a dangerous glitter in the champion's eye, DOWN GOES HANLON AGAIN. Hanlon came to him, and—rip, rip, rip; one, two, one, two—the flying fists of the Denverite tore their way through the now wabbly guard of the Pacific coast youngster. Rip, rip, rip! Crash! Bang! And down went Hanlon. “Nine!” yelled the timer, and Hanlon’s feet were under him bgain. Crash! Bang! “Corbett” was tearing into him like a madman! Time and time again his fearful ewings reached the jaw of the Cali- fornian, Hanlon reeled around the ring, pumped out to the last ounce, eyes rolling, glassy; his brain befogged, his trembling knees barely carrying his swaying body, It was a slaughter now. Hanlon was the picture of a defeated gladiator, streaked with carmine, dying on his feet. ‘Then Graney stopped the carnage. And "Young Corbett” had won and is still champion feather-weight of the world, " noaratigih in +2—__—__— FIERCE BATTLE FROM START T0 FINISH. (Special to The Kyeuing World.) SAN FRANCISCO, Dec. 29, into the ring and sidled to his corner, casting appreciativ Jeske PN EOs SOURIS) Steno Soe sik i Aida average pugilist often to see. He was greeted by a thundering roar of applause, in which the wild yelling of his admirers from Denver could be | discer ned throughout. Corbett had his hands bandaged. He looked fit to the minute. The ltremendous muscles of his back and shoulders—remarkable for a youth of his size—showed plainly under the skin when he shed his outer cover- jing. Harry Tuthill, Tim McGrath and Billy Otts busied themselves with the final preparations. TITTLE FIGHTERS EXCHANGE GRIPS. Hanlon got a great reception when he appeared. His hands, too, were bandaged. As soon as he got through the ropes he went to the champion's |corner and shook hands. Harry Foley, Fred Landers, Ted Wolf and Toby | Irwin carried his paraphernalia and hovered over him like nurses over a babe. Hanlon was the first to be introduced. Announcer Jordan called him the “Pride of California,” and there arose a yell that must have been heard at the Golden Gate. Then Mr. Jordan showed his impartiality by intros ducing the champion as the “Pride of Denver,” whereat the Eastern dele- gation manifested symptoms of delirium. Following this the announcer read a number of challenges from East- ern pugilists, A telegram from Terry McGovern in which the Brooklyn boy offered to meet Hanlon should be prove the victor was greeted with cheers. Jack Munroe, who ts looking for a battle with Jeffries, was introduced, and the crowd thought well of him. There was a desire on the part of the audience that he should make a speech. Happily this was spared and Munroe managed to make his way back to his seat, blushing Ike a bride. Referee Fddie Grauey, us befitted a man of Importance in the drama of| strength and cleverness that was to follow, made his appearance last. He was in evening dress, with a Tuxedo coat, and looked nervous and {Il at ease. Both boys greeted him pleasantly and the great gathering gave him a hearty welcome. There was the usual talk in the centre of the ring, the usual testing of the gloves, and then the gong sounded for the start of the great battle. The Ittle fellows were out of their corners as though propelled by springs, and In two seconds were face to face, Hanlon tied up in his peculiar crouch, the champion protected in his well-known attitude. As was natural, Hanlon was the one who showed most that he was going against a hard proposition. The cham- pion was smiling and apparently as unconcerned as though he were about to sit down to count money. ‘The smile vanished, however, as he straightened out for the contest and spread his fighting expression over his visage, CORBETT THE FIRST TO LEAD. Corbett was the first to lead, but he had to make several attempts before he could get past Hanlon’s peculiar guard. The superior height of the local boy gave him an advantage in crouching that appeared to worry the champion, who bored in until he landed on the stomach and face, Corbett adopted rushing tactics. He did not appear to be afraid of Hanlon's blows, and by force of his rushes forced the local boy to clinches, In breaking away Hanlon showed great improvement over his previous form. He did some clever and effective work on the body of the champlon. In the second and third rounds the pace was fast, with Corbett doing most of the leading. Hanlon manifested a disposition to take all that was coming to lim, and stood up against the gaff like a gamecock. In the second round he got a smash under the heart that made him double up, but only for an instant. After the next breakaway he complained that Corbett was holding. ‘The third round was a beauty. Corbett got first blood by planting his glove on Hanlon’s nore. The California boy stood three terrific jabs on the ear and the side of the face, and then came back Ike a bulldog. At the close of the round there was hard infighting. Corbett nad done most of the leading thus far and had the better of the encounter. His fighting face relaxed as he walked to his corner and a grin took its place, Corbett inaugurated a conversation adjunct to the fight tn the fourth round, when he sent Hanlon to the ropes with a right on the jaw and the remark How do you like that?” Hanlon is somewhat of a conversationalist himself, and from that time on there was a good deal of heavy persiflage, punctuated by the thud of the gloves on the bare bodies of the boys. HANLON SAYS CORBETT HIT HIM LOW. Twice in the sixth and seventh rounds Corbett was warned for hitting low. Hanlon complained on every point that a complaint could be squeezed out of. To every complaint Corbett replied with a volley of sarcastic comment, and the fighting took on the appearance of a contest to settle a grudge, Corbett was be- ginning to show a disregard for the blows of Hanlon that did not appear to be based upon a proper conception of the power dn the slim body of the Californian. Hanlon showed that he is made of fighting material in the seventh, when he landed a smash that sent the champion to the floor, Assuredly such an agere- gation of screams, hoots, yolls and howls of delight was never heard before. The Hanlon adherents decided that the fight was over right there and began to offer even money bets, some of which were snapped up by the backers of the champion, But Corbett was steady on his sturdy legs when he got to his feet, ana he waded in like a hungry man bound for a meal. But he encountered a surprise party, for Hanlon got him on the point of the jaw and knocked him down again, ‘They were at it hammer and tongs when the gong sounded. Promptly at 9.30 Young Corbett climbed glances at an ool, and, ra ris that eh wallop audience representing more ready money than it is the fortune of the When Corbett came up for the elyhth round he had dropped his smile and his reckless disregard for the strength of his udversary. He was the cool, calculating fighting machine, aud he went in to finish his man, knowing that he had before him about as har* a proposition as ke had ever taced {n his life. From this time to the end the fight was a yrand exhibition of scientific slugging, with the odds generally in favor oF the more experienced champion, By this time Corbet: had learned the weak points of the Californian and was prepared to take advantage of them.” He planned a campaign to weaken Hanlon ang then put him cut. In the ninth round Corbett hit Hanlon as hard as he could, but the only effect was that the local lad came back with more vigor than ever. HANLON SEEMED TO LIKE PUNISHMENT. In the tenth, eleventh and twelfth rounds Hanlon took punishment that would hi made any ordinary fighter jump out of the ring and dust for the door, but he seemed to like it. Coming out of ellnches both boys would stand shoulder to MERRESIERO eine cx lla a se shoulder and alug each other unt they were tired. The crowd was on ite feet, the'iume DE VR TRS Saas dancing and yelling like Indians, In the twelfth round Corbett fought viclously, but he was careful, He was anxious to bring the fight to an end before the end of the fifteenth round, be- cause many of his friends had bet that the Californian could not go that distance. His calculations were artested by a collision between his stomach and Hunlon’s | Tight that made him turn green, but he was strong enough to stall untin! he recovered. From this time it was a case of slug, Corbett doing his best to land the blow with the sleep behind it. Hanlon showed gameness that made every man in the house come close to crying for him, He stood up against the champion and took blow after blow that must have hurt him to his marrow, but his face showed no signs. At the close of the thirteenth round Corbett could have finished him {f he could have got him far enough away to plant a straight arm jab or a swing. When the gong sounded at the close of the fourteenth round Hanlon was practically helpless, but his grand nerve kept him on his feet. He stood still in’ the ring, protecting his face and jaw with his gloves, while Corbett stood off and hammered him like a man chopping wood. SECONDS REFUSED TO TAKE HANLON AWAY.” The last two rounds constituted a slaughter. Referee Graney wanted Hate lon’s seconds to take him out of the ring in the fifteenth round, but they refused Hanlon had told them that he would fight as long as he could stand on his feet. And he did. In the sixteenth round Corbett stopped punching the Californian long enough to yell a request that Hanlon be taken out. ‘This request was seo onded by the audience, and Referee Graney finally stopped the contest. | Corbett, little damaged, went to Hanlon’s corner before taking off his glovet | and Kissed the blood-stained face of the little Californian, “You can lick ‘em all,"" muttered Hanlon. “You've got ‘em all skinned a mile,” The game little fellow collapsed after he had reached his seat. He began to yomit and showed signs for the first time of the awful punishment to which he | had been subjected. It was necessary to carry him from the ring, but he did not lose consciousness, and grinned as best he could with his battered countenance | a8 friends congratulated him on the gallant fight he had made and lost. FIGHTS IN OTHER — WALCOTT GIVEN RINGS LAST NIGHT! §© THE DECISION _, {Spectal to The Evening World.) Dec. 30.—Fitteén rounds a KANSAS CITY, Mo., Dec. 90.--"'Phila-| as flerce boxing as has ever been wit- delphia’ Jack O'Brien very nearly met|nessed in this city were gone through BOSTON, his master in the ten-round bout with|last night when Joe Walcott, the Hugo Kelly. of Chicago, here last night | “Black Demon," of this elty, and Larry before the Missourl Athletic Club. Temple, the “Black Cyclone," of New Referee Dave Portious declared the match a draw at the end of the ten rounds, during which neither man loafed a minute. It was generally con- ceded that the decision was a just one. O'Brien evidently thought he had an easy mark in Kelly, but Kelly fought cautiously, but aggressively, and landed as many or more effective blows than O'Brien. Kelly partially closed O'Brien s eye in the first round, and a little later in the @ght partially closed the other, ‘but not sufficiently to interfere with the Philadelphia man’s fighting. ee eas RILEY BEATS FLYNN. A flerce six-round fight was decided in private in a loft in Long Island last might between Willie Riley, of South/|¢ Brooklyn, and Bobby Flynn, of this city. ‘The fight waa won by Riley in the laet round, the seconds of Flynn jumping into the ring while Riley was hammering their man on the ropes. ‘The referee stopped the fight and waving Riley to his oorner declared him the winner. The time of a round was two ten, second minutemiit was held in the presence of 10) men, who paid $2 cach to see the kerap. "Riley, was. the heavier of the two. He outweighed Flynn by fully elght pounds, | York, met in the roped square of the Criterion Athletic Club. No hesitancy was shown by either in going right to work after the signal gong sounded, and they kept it up in every round until the commanding clang of the bell went forth, giving them respite. © battle was a grand one, and the members of the club were carried oft their feet by the ardor of the contest- ants. Walcott, who was declared thé winner by Referee Eugene Buckley, never sho: better, NEW ORLEANS ENTRIES. NEW ORLEANS, Dec. 80.—The entries for to-morrow’s races are as follows: Dutch Carter: Trialmore Third Ra Marionetta Mynheer, Dutiful Bud Embr yt 8, ‘Travers. ; Fifth Race five furloni jim Aloni see zaimist in Suterpiilas Yours 109 MATTHEWS A WINNER, —= | §utumn teaven’ sit Badducge i? and a half furlongs,— (Special to The Evening World.) PHILADELPHIA, Pa., Dec, 30,—Matty Matthews, the former welterweight champion, to have met Bobby Thompson, the bicycle pugilist, at tig | 5! Southern A. C. to-night, but, owing to Asio/Lewis Bana am Thompson having a fractured rib. he was pitted against Isadore Strause. house was packed and there wus ly galore, several preliminarios pre the main bout, They were all exciting and kept the spectators on their feet, Matthews, Ce edh ne HOE apace ‘ motg’ erat ‘apBea FSG | Hours, 0 Ac Mato 8 Pe Me Sundays Oto in some months and put up sss PAS 2 - ‘ound @: i man le ra part sai the, fnlehy Of teas, My rth eae ns ae a ot Fight and lett puny? i ie seins |

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