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MY STORY
OF
I OF Y- -
LIFE
BY
JAMES J.
JEFFRIES
Copyright, 1910, by McClure Newspaper
Syndicate. Copyright in Canada and
Great Britain. All rights reserved.
CHAPTER XV.
KNOCK FITZSIMMONS OUT AND BECOME
CHAMPION OF THE WORLD.
IF there's a time In a man's life!
when be ought to be nervous It's
when he's going ont to fight for
the world's championship. But I
didn't feel nervous as I pushed through
the crowd and walked down toward
the ring that night at Coney Island.
Funny! I just kept thinking, "Gee,
I'm glad all that hard training Is over."
Fltzaimmons was ahead of me. He
looked a little' pale, but bad a grin on
his face and was waving his hands to
his friends around the ring.
At last the bell rang, and we came
ont toward each other. As soon aa we
I COULD FEEL THE WEIGHT OF BOB S
BODY AT THE END OF MY ARM.
came together I rushed, and Fitz avoid
ed me and kept out of danger. Then
we both settled down to work. There
wasn't much doing that first round,
except that I had a chance to realize
Fltzaimmons' strength by the way he
pushed me away from a clinch. He
seemed stronger than Sharkey. Later
on in the fight, from the way he hit,
I should judge that he was a third as
strong again as the sailor yes, at least
a third.
In the second round I began cutting
loose. I punched the champion two or
three good ones in the body, and he
clinched. 1 pulled his arms down and
tossed him away. He came back with
a rush, but was swinging wild. I
caught him on the ear with a right,
and Fltz stepped away and scratched
his head with his glove, laughing.
"Look out, Jim; he's bluffing," Ryan
called from my corner. - But I was
doing my own fighting now. I jumped
in as suddenly as I could and shot my
left fist straight to the champion's
Jaw. I could feel the weight of Bob's
body at the end of my arm. The
punch lifted him fairly from his feet
and dropped him flat on his back on
the floor.
Afterward when Fitzsimmons told
Martin Julian he was "drugged" when
he fought me Julian said:
"Yes, Bob, that punch Jeff hit you
in the second round drugged you all
right."
After that round I fought like a ma
chine, doing my work steadily. "Keep
that right hand down. Use it for the
body," Billy Deluney told me In my
corner. Fltz, sore over having been
knocked down and beginning to re
alize that he was up against a hard
proposition instead of a "big dub,",
began walking into , me and trying
hook after hook. He didn't go for the
body much. Almost all of his blows
were sent for my jaw. Many of them
I blocked or ducked, but a few reach
ed me, and the champion surely could
hit. In the middle of the fourth round
I dropped the crouch for a moment
and straightened up to slug, and then
as Fitzsimmons whirled into me I
bent over and drove my right into his
ribs so hard that he went down to
his knees and stayed there five sec
onds. I waited and gave him plenty
of time, and we were taking it easy
when the bell rang.
From that time on I used the right
and the left for the body hard and
often, and I could see Fitzsimmons
gradually weakening. He began to
know after awhile that nearly every
rush would end by my getting in a
hard punch along the edge of his ribs,
yet he never stayed away and never
stopped trying. The way he recuperat
ed in every minute's rest after going
to his corner tired and wabbly was as
tonishing. No matter how weak he
was at the end of a round, he always
came up strong and full of fight for
the next one.
In the seventh round, I think it was,.
Bob landed a terrible right hander'in'
the pit of my stomach. It was as hard
as the blow he finished Corbett with;
at Carson. Lucky for me, I had n
thick layer of muscle to bounce the
blow off. It hurt, but it didn't stop
me or slow roe up very much, although
i.'i ?:-: : ,;'3(fr,KiK.!(i.f9(-it'','
It made my legs feel heavy" for a mo
ment. The amount of punching1 Bob could
take wns a wonder. In the eighth,
after landing a bunch of hard blows
on his ribs, I sent in one thafUifted
him. from the floor and nearly threw
him over the ropes. ' Tet' Fitz "came
back at me grinning as if he liked it
and trying to knock my head off. I
had a big cut over one eye, and his
swings opened it frosli V'-n- round.
Still, I wasn't getting cut up the way
I expected to be. Fitzsimmons was
bleeding much more from my left
jabs.
In the ninth I slipped in hard rights
to Bob's ribs as he rushed me and
then suddenly varied by following the
right with a left hook so hard that the
breath flew out of his mouth. That
was a great combination of punches.
I knocked out Jim Corbett the same
way years later in San Francisco.
This time it didn't put the champion
down, but it robbed him of his judg
ment, and although he came at me
again 'in his dead game fashion his
swings were wild. They either went
short or around my neck as I ducked
In toward him.
"Go slow!" I said to myself. "Go
slow! You've got this fellow licked."
The end was near. I think everybody
in the house but Fitzsimmons realised
it. The crowd that had been cheering
like mad grew quieter. It was seeing
the passing of a great champion.
In the tenth round Fitzsimmons
started furiously and drove me across
the ring and against the ropes. As J
felt them at my -back I managed to
slip , away to one side. Fits turned
and fairly Jumped at me. I met him
with a straight left on the face with
all my weight behind It. As In the
second round, the champion was lift
ed from his feet and thrown flat on
his back. It was a hard knockdown
and would hare kept nine men out of
ten on the floor. ' Seven or eight sec
onds went by, and then Fltz got up
slowly and shook himself and looked
around to see where he was and what
was going on. I waited and gave him
plenty of time. As soon as be saw
me he came In again with a wild rush.
swinging both hands for my body with
all his night. He was a desperate
man now. He forced me to the ropes,
and for a moment I covered up. Then
I found that there was no real force
behind the champion's blows. I push
ed him away and was just starting
for him again when the bell rang.
He was a good, game sport Fitz
simmons. As soon as the bell rang
for the eleventh he came at me as
hard as ever and apparently just as
confidently. He was grinning as he
swung one hand after another for my
jaw! 1 ducked under the blows and
met him with a right in the ribs that
stopped him short and shoved him
back a . step. It knocked the breath
our of him, and for a moment he
didn't move. I stood still and looked
him over. The muscles of his thighs
were quivering. His mouth was open
as he gasped for air. But only, for a
second. Then he tore at me again.
This time I crouched low and drove
my left into his body. The punch
didn't stop Fltz. - He pushed me back
to the ropes, trying his best to put me
down with , a swing on the jaw. The
blows glanced off, and I stopped him
with jabs on the mouth.
And now came the finish. Fitz
rushed at me. For the first time I
broke ground and ran away. It was
only to draw him on, for as he came
with a great rush I stopped suddenly
with my left arm stuck out like a
beam and let him run into it. My
glove caught him on the mouth, and
he dropped, forward this time, on his
face. Siler, the referee, stepped right
over Fitz to push me back. I had
dropped my hands and was waiting
quietly. I didn't feel excited. I was
sorry for the game man who had given
fitzsimmons rolled over and was
counted out.
me such a great fight. Yes, at that
moment I was almost sorry that I "was
taking the championship away from
him. But it was all in a fair fight. -
Fitzsimmons rolled over, rolled back
again, got to his knees and up to his
feet. As before, I gave him plenty of
time. When he poised himself to
start fighting again I stepped in and
jabbed him with the left. Fitz tot
tered. Then, judging the blow very
carefully to make it just hard enough
to finish him, not trying to knock his
head off, I brought the right over.
Down went Fitzsimmons for the last
time. lie fell on his face, lay still a
moment, rolled over on his back and
'was counted out.
There was a roar from the crowd.
.On all Bides men were scrambling into
the ring. Brady and Delaney were
through the ropes in a second and al
most carrying me back into my corner
in their excitement.
I pulled away and walked across the
ring to Fitzsimmons, who had been
carried to his corner by the seconds
and propped jip in his chair. He was
still dazed, but held up bis hand feebly.
"Well, Fitz, we couldn't both win,"
I said.
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