My Mamie Rose: The Story of My Regeneration

inement. Still, with all this license, I was too brutish to make a successful prize

feated by them. It was useless to endeavor to impress me with the argument that these fighting

two, perhaps three, rounds of fighting, then would forget all, rules, time limits and a

who was of the same brutish temperament as myself-Tomm

r viciousness. He had never been defeated in his own state, and the promoters of this

en for thi

ng me "perform" in trial bouts, was induced to "put up" the necessary m

at one hundred a

ty" of our seconds and backers prevented us from going any further

uted Tommy Gibbons' principal injuries. I was damaged to the extent of two broken thumbs and a broken nose, not mentioning minor disfigurements. But, what of that? Had not

were matched again for another meeting. In that, after seven

ermitting more latitude for our brutish instincts. It resulted in a "draw," but not u

ute, another meeting was arranged, and I had the proud dis

and he went speedily to "the bad." He ended his busy life at the hands of the hangm

light in the sporting world sh

nces. He is eminently respectable, the father of an adoring family, the model for striving young men, a pillar of his church, a power i

; at least not in that branch of boxing which is only practised for money. Men who step into the ring for a "finish fight" are not prompted by the desire of giving a clever exhibition of boxing. Their only desire-if the fight "is on t

ents of their art should be able to give a demo

ducted in academies and reputable gymnasiums. The popularity of this branch of athletics indicates that the lessons are cond

icks of their trade. It is all very well for sporting writers to speak about Fitzsimmons' and Sullivan's art

that very reason, all the tricks learned-and they are many and efficient-are, if not a

derable fortunes. Then they did not, and having a surprisingly healthy appetite in a heal

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