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Little Jimmy Sharkey came damn for both corners. I didn't use mine, still throwing gloves. Siler waved him
and I don't know whether Tom did.
6lifff_ started working for the fight, I found off instructions and let the gong go. an American flag and slung it around
back when the last gong rang. Some-
near getting his wish.
Siler called us out in a hurry, rattled body back of my corner piled in with
When I got back to the U.S. A. and
out something more about being cham- The heat in the ring was blistering. my shoulders. Siler hoisted my right
pion. I found that a guy that was up Tom Sharkey started in again where hand.
.AND FORGET ·IT! there couldn't work as well as a guy he'd left off in San Francisco, and he Tough Tom Sharkey stood looking
that was on his way. I worked hard for kept it up for twenty-five rounds. Tom at me. There was blood all over his
Sharkey. I put in seven weeks of the came out of his corner on a dead run· face, and his face puckered. He cried
toughest kind of training. But I didn't and plowed into me, swinging. He like a baby.
eat it up the way I used to; it was just threw everything he had. He'd have I claim I licked a great fighting man,
work. I guess the same thing happens killed me if he could; he didn't know the night I beat Sharkey.
to anybody that gets where he's going anything but fight. You couldn't box Part of that fight I fought from my
and has nothing to do but try and stay a guy like that. I kept him off me by crouch, and part from the stand-up
there. It gets to be just work. beating him off. position. In the early rounds, when-
Ten days before the fight, one of the In the second round, I swung the ever I crouched, Tom's corner would
boys threw the medicine ball at me hardest punch I ever let go of in the yell at him: "Make him stand up,
and cracked a bone in my left elbow; ring. Or any place else. Tom! Straighten him up!"
I had my back turned, and he was just Tom came roaring in, and I punched Finally Tom tried it.
horsing. When we couldn't seem to him off. In the first mix-up, I got my Tom lifted an uppercut off the
work the pain out of the arm, we got a opening and cracked him with a short floor-and he · had everything in the
doctor in, and he told us the bone was left square on the point of the chin. It world on it. It didn't land. Most
chipped. He said I couldn't fight. lifted him off his feet; he hit the can- uppercuts don't. But I straightened
Tommy Ryan said I'd be a fool to try vas on the back of his head, with his up to let it go past, and then I piled
to. But Brady wanted the bout to go feet in the air. But he got up. foto Tom while I had him out of posi-
on, on account of the money he had And that punch cracked my elbow tion. I gave him quite a lacing.
tied up in it, and Billy Delaney, for again. Tom went back to his corner hopping
once, agreed with Brady. mad.
"You can lick the Sailor with one Sha rkey Heeds .Rdvice "All right; I straightened him up,"
Greater hand, Jim," he said. He'd got that Tom said, "and look what he done to
Penetrating Power notion into his head about me being The first pain was hellish. The lamps me! Next time," he· said, "you fellas
unbeatable. were blistering me. I didn't see how can straighten him up!"
AND A FREE WALL CLIP "I can't lick anybody with one the fight could go on much longer. They took Tom to a hospital after
hand," I told him. "Least of all, Tom Tom teetered when he got to his feet, that fight, and the police ordered me
WITH EVERY CAN
Sharkey." For several days, then, and I saw my chance to end the battle. not to leave town until Tom was all
BETTER HANPY OIL for there was a lot of bickering, and finally I shot my right hand-the hardest right. Two days later Tom was telling
A household appliances, it got my goat. A week before the fight, punch I ever threw in my life. It was the papers that Siler had robbed him;
tools, guns, fine mecha- I told them I'd go through with it if I too hard. It missed. The next second, that he'd lick me before breakfast if he
nisms ... specially-compounded, it actu- had to wear the arm in a cast. I asked Tom was windmilling in to me like a could get me in the same ring with him.
ally "creeps" right in where needed. · them all to shut up. wild man. That was a sign that Tom had recov-
Mobil Handy Oil penetrates quickly I went in against lorn Sharkey with That battle went on. Inside of three ered his health. That Coney fight
... cuts rust easily; .. yet it's heavy enough · my left arm badly hurt, but I'll say rounds, Tom's eye was· cut, he was softened him, though; he never was as
to stay put and lubricate for long pe- that Tom would have given me a fight bleeding at the nose, and his left ear good after it. .
riods without clogging or gumming. if I'd gone in with two good arms and was like a bloody sponge. I cuffed at Tom and I both got bald-headed
Get two cans ... one for the car or a couple of other fellows to help me. his body with my left-it hurt me like from those movie lamps-that's how
garage ... one for the house. November 3, 1899, is the date of the hell-and put all my power into my hot they were. Looking at the old-
toughest championship fight in the right hand. I dug my right to the time ring pictures of either of us, you
heavyweight records. I'm saying that, body, then switched to the head, but can tell whether they were taken be-
'?tee WALL CLIP WITH EVERY CAN
and I know. I was in it. Tom had no neck, and he was keeping fore that Coney fight, or afterward.
At Mobiloil stations and leading dealers I'll make a boast, if you want to call his chin down. All I could reach was Within a week, Tom and I both began
it that. I'll boast that I was the only that left ear of his. And I couldn't use losing our hair, and it never grew in
Mobil-Products champion that ever had to defe1;1d his my left to hook him open and get a again. Tom and I looked like old men
from then on. Sometimes we still do.
title against Tom Sharkey when Tom clean shot at him.
was right-and Tom was right that At the end of a round, Tom would
night. weave to his corner and fall onto his The Carn era of the Old Days
MADE BY THE Our party stayed at Martin Dowl- ·stool; he'd lie there, gasping. My sec-
MAKERS OF MOB/LOIL , , ing's again, and when fight time came onds would say: "Look at him! You The next victim was James J. Cor-
we splashed over to the club- through got him now!" But when the next bett, on May 11, 1900-only it came
MOBILGLOSS • MOBILWAX • MOBILWAX PAD mud that came up over our shoes. bell came, Tom would take a big pull within about two rounds of me being
MOBIL HANDY OIL • MOBIL RADIATOR FLUSH There was a gale blowing, and Coney in his lungs and come out whaling at the victim.
MOBIL HYDROTONE • MOBIL UPPERLUBE Island looked like it was washing back me as if it was only Round 1. I'd heard Jim had been training
into the ocean. Inside the arena, the What can you do with a guy like quietly for a year, under cover, aiming
wind and rain on the roof made almost that? to get the title back, but I didn't be-
.It Pays as much noise as the mob did, and In the seventeenth, I opened up lieve it. I knew he couldn't hurt me-
they'd packed the Seaside Club with with a right hand to the body; it was l' d learned that at Carson City. I
CASH ! a forty-bank of bleachers that was taking a chance, but I had to do some- knew I could stop him if I could hit
jamm~d to the rafters.
thing. The hea.t was like a furnace. My him, and I thought I was good enough,
right landed. I felt the impact of it by that time-fast enough, and boxer
NE of the best features of accepting Under the Bright Lights clear down to my heels. Tom almost enough-to hit him. I trained at Allen-
O subscriptions for The Saturday Eve- yelled in my face- I knew he was hurst again, with the same gang I'd
ning Post is that you may deduct your cash They had the ring lighted for taking ·hurt. But the next second he was pil- had before, but my training for Cor-
commissions in advance, before sending
in your order for two or more subscrip- moving pictures of that fight-kineto- ing in on top of me again, trying to bett was a joke.
tions. And you'll be surprised at the gen- scopic pictures, they called them then. kill me. Ed Dunkhorst, the Human Freight
erous commissions when you write for And that sounds harmless enough, but That right hand smashed three of Car, was the fall guy for most of the
details. Address M. E. Nichols, Manager listen-- Tom's ribs, but it didn't stop him. horseplay around that camp-and
of Agents, CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY, When Tom and I got in the ring, The fight went on; there wasn't a mentioning Ed brings up a question
300 Independence Square, Phila., Pa.
we found a bank of four hundred arc minute when we weren't both hurt, that a lot of people have asked me.
lights hung just above our heads. I half dead with the heat, crazy to end "Weren't there any big fellows for
could reach up and touch them with it, but it went on. Twice- at the end you to'fight?" they ask. "Wasn't there
my glove. The heat was like an open of the twenty-second, and again at the any oversize heavyweight in your
fire door in a locomotive. Before I end of the twenty-fourth-I think the day-some _guy like Camera?"
could strip my street clothes off, the bell saved Tom. In the twenty-third, Ed Dunkhorst was the Camera of
sweat was burning my eyes, running I think it was, my right glove came off my time, but when Tommy Ryan
off my body, soaking my ring trunks. when I jerked my arm out of a clinch. brought Ed to our camp at Allenhurst,
The picture people were taking their Siler stopped us and stepped in to get we didn't even figur:e to. use him for a
first crack at recording a champion- the glove on again, and Tom tore sparring partner. He was a rubber.
ship fight indoors, and they had arourid him, swinging. I jerked away- Two days after he showed up, they
enough candlepower over that ring to and to tell the truth about it, I took a signed him to fight Bob Fitzsimmons,
light up a city of forty thousand. crack at Tom with my bare fist. It but everybody thought it was a joke-
Tom O'Rourke, Sharkey's manager, didn't bother him. Then the gong everybody but Ed. The papers put out
had been smart enough to put electric rang. all this kind of Camera ballyhoo about
fans in back of Tom. The .kinetoscope At the end of Round 25, Tom Shar- what a giant of a man Ed was-he
company had furnished oxygen tanks key was still on his feet, still coming in, weighed 287 pounds when he went in