Boxing's Strangest Fights
By Graeme Kent
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That boxing has always attracted colourful, larger-than-life figures is amply borne out by the bizarre collection of true stories gathered together in this fascinating book.
Bringing together the rich history and folklore of the fight game, Graeme Kent, who first became interested in boxing after listening to the tales of his sporting grandmother, has amassed over a hundred events in over 250 years of the sport. These intriguing stories include that of the two boxers who scored a double knockout; the bout in which four different decisions were given, and the strange tale of the boxer who had part of his ear bitten off, as well as many other besides.
In compiling this collection Graeme Kent has interviewed many fighters and followers of boxing, and the funny and sometimes tragic tales recounted here provide a rich and offbeat alternative history of this ever-popular sport.
Graeme Kent
For eight years, Graeme Kent was head of BBC Schools broadcasting in the Solomon Islands. Prior to that he taught in six primary schools in the United Kingdom and was headmaster of one. Currently, he is educational broadcasting consultant for the South Pacific Commission.
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Boxing's Strangest Fights - Graeme Kent
The Gentle Sex
London, June 1722
Organized boxing is generally considered to have got under way in Great Britain in 1719, when James Figg, the first heavyweight champion, opened his boxing academy, known as Figg’s Amphitheatre.
Within three years women were also trying to get in on the act. It started with an advertisement in a London newspaper.
Challenge
I, Elizabeth Wilkinson, of Clerkenwell, having had some words with Hannah Hyfield, and requiring satisfaction, do invite her to meet me upon the stage, and box me for three guineas; each woman holding half-a-crown in her hand, and the first woman that drops the money to lose the battle.
Hannah Hyfield was just as spirited, because within a few days her reply appeared in the same journal.
Answer
I, Hannah Hyfield, of Newgate Market, hearing of the resoluteness of Elizabeth Wilkinson, will not fail, God willing, to give her more blows than words – desiring home blows, and from her, no favour: she may expect a good thumping!
The projected match attracted a great deal of attention, but it never came off. The authorities clamped down upon the proposed meeting with great firmness. Both would-be contestants were informed that such an encounter would violate both public decency and ethics. If Elizabeth and Hannah attempted to go ahead with their bout they would both be thrown into prison.
The contest was cancelled, but other fighting ladies were to prove less easily intimidated. In June 1795, Mary Ann Fielding of Whitechapel fought an unnamed opponent. A contemporary account declared, ‘Everything having been properly arranged, the combatants set-to, and for some time each displayed great intrepidity and astonishingly well-conducted manoeuvres in the art of boxing.’ The contest lasted over an hour before Fielding was declared the winner.
In December 1811, The Sporting Life described ‘a pitched battle for a pint of gin and a new shawl.’ The bout took place between Molly Flower and Nanny Gent on Wormwood Scrubbs. The newspaper account went on: ‘The set-to was contested for twenty minutes with some skill and determined courage. Both were good hitters, and they were worst hit about the head than is witnessed amongst many second-rate pugilists. Nanny jibbed a bit in the twelfth round and gave in from a dextrous hit down in the following round.’
The diminutive Welshman Jimmy Wilde went on to become a wealthy flyweight champion of the world, but in his early days he was so impoverished that he could not afford a sparring partner. Instead his wife ’Lizbeth donned a special protector made from an old corset, and put on the gloves with her husband in his training sessions. Carrying her four-month old son David in her arms, ’Lizbeth would trudge many miles across the Welsh mountains to see her husband fight.
The Boys from Bristol
Hailsham, Sussex, October 1805
A number of well-known boxers have ended their careers in prison. John Gully was the first champion to begin his fighting life there.
He was the son of a Bristol butcher. In 1805, Gully found himself a prisoner in the King’s Bench prison for debt. While he was there he achieved something of a reputation as a fighter when he thrashed the prison bully.
News of the fighting debtor reached the ears of another Bristolian, Hen Pearce, better known as the ‘Game Chicken’, the bare-knuckle champion of England. Pearce visited Gully in the King’s Bench and suggested that they have a friendly set-to with the mufflers.
Gully acquitted himself so well in the sparring session that Pearce recommended him to a well-known patron of the prize-ring, Fletcher Read.
Read paid off Gully’s debts on the understanding that the young West Country man embark upon a career as a prize-fighter. Gully was not reluctant, but after an initial training period he was aghast when told that in his first professional contest he had been matched against his benefactor, Hen Pearce, the champion of England.
The two men met shortly before the battle of Trafalgar was fought, at Hailsham, before a huge crowd. The Duke of Clarence, later William IV, watched the bout from horseback at the rear of the crowd.
The contest lasted sixty-four rounds, a total period of one hour and seventeen minutes. Gully put up a tremendous fight, but the experience of the champion was too much for him and he was forced to retire. After he had thrown in the sponge, Pearce came over and shook his hand.
‘You’re a damned good fellow,’ said the Game Chicken. ‘I’m hard put to it to stand. You’re the only man that ever stood up to me.’
Pearce retired from the ring and John Gully was generally accepted as the new champion. He fought only twice more, each time against the Lancashire giant, John Gregson. In their first encounter, near Newmarket, Gully knocked his opponent out in thirty-six rounds.
The first contest had been so desperately close that the two men were matched again. They met at Woburn, on 10 May 1808. The match attracted so much interest that it was said would-be spectators occupied every spare bed, stable and barn between London and Woburn. One local landlord charged fifteen customers two guineas a head to lie on chairs or on the floor.
The press grew so strong that rumours circulated that the French had invaded. The Dunstable Volunteers turned out in full fighting array, only to receive the disappointing news that the crowd had only assembled to witness a match with the bare knuckles.
Gully won the second contest in eight rounds and immediately announced his retirement from the ring. He became an innkeeper and a bookmaker. In this way he assembled a great fortune, bought a colliery and ran a string of racehorses. He even became Member of Parliament for Pontefract. He died at the age of eighty in 1863, having won the Derby three times and sired twenty-four children.
Hen Pearce, the other Bristol boy, who had defeated Gully and launched him on his career, died in poverty at the age of thirty-two.
All to See a Fight!
Hayes, May 1817
Fight fans have always been ready to put themselves out for the pleasure of seeing a scrap. At the beginning of the 19th century, when the sport was illegal, followers of boxing needed to be almost as fit and enterprising as the fighters themselves in order to achieve their aim.
On 26 May 1817, more than 30,000 would-be spectators turned out in dreadful weather to see Jack Scroggins meet Ned Turner in a field near Hayes in Middlesex. These hardy enthusiasts were prepared to pay three shillings a head and brave the pickpockets, muggers and assorted low life attracted by the easy pickings of such occasions.
It was estimated that more than 8000 carriages choked all approaches to the field for miles in every direction. So dense was the throng that those spectators closest to the ring were shoved forward, swamping the fighting area. This brought the bout to a halt.
Despite all the efforts of the former prize-fighters acting as stewards to clear the ring with their horse-whips, no space could be regained for the contest to continue. Finally the bout was called off.
To avoid a riot it was decided to move the whole assemblage three miles to the north to Hillingdon, near Uxbridge, where – so it was announced optimistically – a bout between two other prize-fighters, Randall and Dick, would be held.
Practically every one of the 30,000 determined fight fans in the crowd doggedly set off across country in heavy rain. Some were on foot, others on horseback, while the rest followed down the lanes and across fields in a variety of horse-drawn vehicles.
The vast, excited concourse arrived at Hillingdon, to be greeted with the news that the local magistrates had banned the proposed contest between Randall and Dick.
The rain was still pouring down, the fields had been churned into mud and the spectators had been milling around for hours without food or rest. Few of them were put off. There was news of a third possible contest, between Holt and O’Donnell, to be held near Hounslow Heath, some five miles to the south.
Still in their thousands, the walkers, the riders, the traps and the coaches headed south. It was five-thirty in the afternoon before they reached the heath. Most of them had been on the move since dawn.
At last they were rewarded. Holt and O’Donnell duly turned out and performed to the satisfaction of the doughty followers of the sport.
When the fight was over, the spectators then had to find their way home. By this time many of them had been drinking heavily all day. Several coaches were overturned by their intoxicated drivers, causing others to swerve from the areas with a firm surface and get bogged down in the heavy mud covering low-lying sections of the heath. Once the whips, who had maintained some semblance of discipline during the bout, had departed with the two prizefighters and their patrons, there was no one left to maintain any form of law and order. Pickpockets abandoned their nefarious methods and openly started to threaten with bludgeons and to rob many of the spectators who were struggling to get away on foot.
To make matters worse, one of the gangs which frequented prize-fights, the Westminster Roughs, also started to threaten and jostle the spectators, causing them to flee from the field. It was the end of what must have seemed a very long day.
Fighting the Devil
Nottingham, July 1835
Many fighters have had their work cut out giving away weight to an opponent. Some have used superior skill to outwit their adversary. Others have tried to talk their way out of trouble.
When William Thompson, otherwise known as Bendigo, fought the former gamekeeper Ben Caunt at Appleby House near Nottingham in 1835, the sprightly bare-knuckle fighter was giving away forty pounds in weight and six inches in height.
It became apparent that Caunt was likely to smother him with his powerful rushes unless he could think of something very quickly. In those days a round came to an end when a fighter was knocked to the ground. He then had sixty seconds in which to recover and come back to the mark.
Bendigo hit upon the idea of going down every time the giant even touched him with a punch. Consequently some of the rounds lasted only a few seconds.
Caunt and his backers were screaming at the smaller man to stand and fight. Bendigo would merely smile and go down again. This was Caunt’s first real bout in the prize-ring and he did not know how to cope with the elusive tactics of his adversary.
When he was not going to ground and winking up at his enraged opponent, Bendigo was busily engaged in jeering at Caunt and throwing every sort of insult at him.
Eventually the younger fighter could stand it no longer. At the end of the twenty-second round he followed Bendigo to the latter’s corner. While Bendigo was sitting on his second’s knee, as was the custom between rounds, Gaunt hit him with a mighty punch.
The giant was at once disqualified and Bendigo’s backers won their bets. Much later, after his retirement from the ring and no fewer than twenty-eight sojourns in prison, Bendigo was converted, and became an itinerant preacher. One day he met an old acquaintance. Smugly the old fighter told his friend that these days he was fighting the devil.
‘Indeed,’ said the other man coolly. ‘Then I hope you’re fighting him a damned sight fairer than you fought Ben Caunt, or all my sympathies will be with Satan!’
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of Sherlock Holmes, was so enamoured of Bendigo that he wrote a poem about the prizefighter’s conversion.
Bendy’s Sermon
Bendy’s short for Bendigo. You should have seen him peel!
Half of him was whalebone, half of him was steel,
Fightin’ weight eleven ten, five foot nine in height,
Always ready to oblige if you want a fight.
I could talk of Bendigo from here to kingdom come,
I guess before I ended you would wish your dad was dumb,
I’d tell you how he fought Ben Caunt, and how the deaf ’un fell,
But the game is done, and the men are gone – and maybe it’s as well.
Bendy he turned Methodist – he said he felt a call,
He stumped the country preachin’ and you bet he filled the hall,
If you seed him in the pulpit, a’bleatin’ like a lamb,
You’d never know bold Bendigo, the pride of Nottingham.
His hat was like a funeral, he’d got a waiter’s coat,
With a hallelujah collar and a choker round his throat,
His pals would laugh and say in chaff that Bendigo was right
In takin’ on the devil, since he’d no one else to fight.
Seconds Out!
Boston Corners, October 1853
The first bare-knuckle fighters in the early days of the American prize-ring were a hard and unpleasant lot. Two of the roughest were John Morrissey and Yankee Sullivan. When they met in 1853, a violent struggle was forecast, but no one expected the crazy free-for-all which ensued.
Both men came from Ireland but made their homes in the USA. Morrissey was born in Tipperary but moved to Troy, New York, when he was three years old. He developed into a hulking youth and worked at a variety of labouring jobs and on the river boats. He also became the leader of a gang of delinquents and on several occasions was convicted of robbery and assault.
Morrissey achieved a degree of local notoriety when he engaged in a brawl in a New York saloon known as the Empire Club. His adversary was a ruffian called Tom McCann. In the course of the struggle McCann knocked over a coal stove, spilling the embers all over the floor. In desperation he hurled Morrissey on top of the red-hot coals and held him down. After a while the onlookers doused the flames and Morrissey threw McCann off. The back of his coat was smoking. Ignoring the pain, he knocked the other man out before shrugging off the smouldering garment. For the rest of his life John Morrissey was known as Old Smoke.
He took up prize-fighting in California after he had failed to make his fortune in the gold rush there. In 1851, he was matched at Mare Island with an English fighter, George Thompson, who had just won the Californian championship. Thompson easily outboxed the American, but Morrissey’s followers threatened the Englishman with revolvers until he committed a deliberate foul in order to be disqualified.
Morrissey returned to New York to follow his new twin careers of prize-fighter and opportunist. Soon he found himself matched with Yankee Sullivan.
Sullivan was even more villainous than Morrissey but not as cunning. He was born near Cork but as a young man was transported to Botany Bay in Australia for theft. He escaped by stowing away in a boat carrying cargo to New York. For a time he scraped a living as a bare-knuckle fighter and earned enough to open a disreputable saloon in the Bowery.
Gradually, Sullivan and Morrissey built up their reputations as the best fighters in the USA. It was inevitable that they should meet. Contracts were signed at an angry meeting in a New York saloon in September 1853. Each man backed himself for a thousand dollars.
The venue selected was a field about a quarter of a mile from the railway station of the small town of Boston Corners, about a hundred miles north of New York City. It had the great advantage of being situated at the meeting point of Massachusetts, Connecticut and the Empire State. No one was sure who had jurisdiction over this unimportant corner, making it less likely that the police would interfere.
The bout took place on a Wednesday afternoon before a crowd of about 5000. There was heavy betting on the outcome, with Morrissey being the declared favourite. He was thirty pounds heavier and three inches taller than his forty-one-year-old opponent, who also happened to be suffering from syphilis.
Before the bout Morrissey prowled around the ring, offering to bet $1000 to $800 on himself. He looked so confident that there were no takers.
Yet to the surprise and delight of most of the onlookers, the dour Sullivan had the best of the earlier rounds. He hit the bigger man at will and chased him about the ring, allowing Morrissey no peace. Morrissey’s backers grew ominously silent when it appeared that the favourite was going to be beaten by his older opponent.
In the thirty-seventh round Morrissey took Sullivan by the throat and started throttling him on the ropes. The crowd went wild and threatened to invade the ring at the sight of such chicanery. After a moment the seconds of both fighters poured into the roped square and started hitting one another. They were followed by hundreds of enraged spectators.
Frantically the timekeeper tried to get the bout under way again in the confusion. He shouted above the din, ordering both men to come up to scratch for the thirty-eighth round.
Morrissey heard him and broke away from the general rough-house to obey the official, toeing the line scratched in the centre of the ring. Sullivan was not so fortunate. He was so engrossed in punching Morrissey’s second, Orville ‘Awful’ Gardner, that he did not hear the timekeeper’s instructions.
The official gave Sullivan an extra thirty seconds to abandon his private fight and resume the official one. But Sullivan was still somewhere in the bowels of the furious crowd wreaking havoc on ‘Awful’ Gardner, and remained deaf to the announcement from the ring.
Morrissey’s umpire promptly demanded that Sullivan be declared the loser as he had not come up to scratch. The official agreed and declared Morrissey the winner. The victor was hustled away through the crowd of milling spectators before anyone could realize what had happened.
The verdict in favour of Morrissey was yet another black mark on the record of prize-fighting in the USA. Both participants were arrested for engaging in an illegal bout. Sullivan was gaoled for a week before friends put up $1500 bail. Later Morrissey was given the choice of a $1200 fine or sixteen months in gaol. He chose to pay up.
The two boxers had contrasting fortunes after their bout at Boston Corners. Morrissey won the undisputed American championship when he defeated John Heenan in 1858. Commodore Vanderbilt, the wealthy railway magnate, became a friend and patron, helping him to amass a fortune. Morrissey operated a gambling hall, founded Saratoga racetrack, was elected to Congress, representing the Fifth New York District for two terms, and was then voted into the Senate. He became ill and died at the age of forty-seven.
Yankee Sullivan went West, embarking upon a career of crime in San Francisco. With his usual poor timing, he chose to do so at a period when the Vigilantes were beginning to clean up the city. He was arrested and placed overnight in a cell. The next morning he was found dead, the victim, it was rumoured, of a summary execution.
Back on the eastern seaboard Sullivan, for all his dubious activities, had led a charmed life. Only once had he been in serious trouble. He had helped to promote a fight in which one of the participants was killed. Sullivan was sentenced to a term of two years in prison, but such were his political affiliations that he soon received a governor’s pardon.
The authorities were just as lax in California, but the citizens were less easily cowed than those in New York. San Francisco in particular had received a large intake of time-expired or escaped convicts from Tasmania, most of whom soon reverted to type. The largest gang became known as the Sydney Ducks. On at least four separate occasions the town was ravished by fires, deliberately set so that mobs could use the confusion to loot and pillage. In 1851, enraged by the lack of results coming from the law, citizens set up the Vigilance Committee to combat crime.
Sullivan had been charged with others as ‘a disturber of the peace of our city, destroyer of the purity of our elections, active member and leader of the organized gang which has invaded the sanctity of our ballot-boxes, and a perfect pest to society.’ The former prizefighter had been sentenced to deportation from the area, but his body was discovered in a cell the next morning; Sullivan had bled to death from a gash in his arm. Whether this was self-inflicted or the result of an execution was never known.
It was a sad end for a bad man but a good fighter who, in his prime, had been described in a newspaper as ‘as strong as a lion, as gay as a lark, with a free conscience and a cheerful spirit.’
The Rough-and-Tumble Champion
New York, February 1855
John Morrissey claimed the title of champion of the USA after his defeat of Yankee Sullivan. Yet there were many who denied him even the claim of being the toughest man in New York.
One of these was Bill Poole, a former butcher who now kept a saloon and was emerging as a political leader. Poole considered the prize-ring a refuge for those of an effeminate nature. He gloried in the mantle of the rough-and-tumble champion of New York.
It was inevitable that Poole and Morrissey would clash. They belonged to different political factions, and anyway, New York was not big enough for two such strong-willed and fiery characters.
They met for $500 a side in an ‘anything goes’ contest at the Amos Street Dock. The roofs and windows of the adjacent buildings were packed with hundreds of eager spectators. Poole’s gang got there first, before seven in the morning on a bitterly cold day. A little later Morrissey came swaggering down the street at the head of a crowd of heavily armed supporters.
At once Poole’s gang closed in on Morrissey’s followers. There was a pitched battle in the street. Morrissey’s men came off the worse. They were beaten up and their revolvers were thrown into the river.