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Show "KNOCKOUTS I HAVE SEEN" By ED W. SMITH. Ever hear of a double-header in the fight game? We had one in 1900 that was a scream. It was a case of a man allowing his conceit to get the better of his judgment and permitting an opponent he had beaten to come back and trim him. Dal Hawkins, the California lightweight, light-weight, who was about the most stylish thing we ever saw around Chicago in a boxing way, came on that year to show 'em how a left hook could be planted on an opponent's chin with grace and speed. He sure could hit beautifully with his southpaw and when he slung it over on the chin the foe usually went down and out. This night I am speaking of he was carded with "Young" Kenny, a Polish boy from the west side, who was a pretty fair sort of a kid. George ?iler was referee ref-eree of the bout. Hawkins was one of the greatest felnt-ers felnt-ers I ever saw, and when time was called for the first round he bad Kenny, whose right name was Charley Kenepaski, tied into three or four knots. Kenny led twice, as I remember it, with his left hand, and the third time he shot it out Hawkins beat him to it with that awful left hook of his. Out in Forty Seconds. The punch landed clean on Kenny's chin and down and out he went, flat as a flounder. Siler counted and then gave the battle to the coast man. The fight went only about forty seconds. Siler walked over to Hawkins's corner after rendering the declson and said to Dal: "That was mighty quick work, my boy." "They usually fall when I hit 'em with that," Del boasted as he gazed fondlv at his left mitt. "This doesn't give the crowd much of a run for its money. Is he all right?" When assurer! that Kenny came out of his trance quickly and was all right, Hawkins Haw-kins made an unusual proposition. "I'm willing to box him again If he wants to go on," he told Slier. 1 Slier put it up to Kenny, who was glad of the chance of another meeting. Then a queer thing happened. Kenny started to stick his long left into Hakwins's face and for the next live rounds he led Hawkins a regular dog's life. Dal simply sim-ply couldn't get out of the way of that straight lead and for a time it looked as if he surely would be beaten. But in the fifth Dal clipped Kenny on the chin, again with that left hook and It was all off. But you can bet that Hawkins was mighty glad to get the second decision from Slier and you also can bet that after that when he beat a man he wasn't kind enough to let him come back and light it all over again. Dan Creedon knocked out Jem Smith, heavyweight champion of Great Britain, one night in London and then pulled a little stunt that completely knocked out the throng that had gathered to see the battle. Kids the Crowd. Dan was little more than a ihiddle-w ihiddle-w eight at the time and, as Smith was a big fellow of about 190 pounds, Creedon figured that If he were to win at all he would have to win quickly. He knew he was a much better boxer than Smith, and when they clashed he feinted rapidly, got Jem all mixed up and then clouted him heavily on the chin. Down, went the Briton in a heap. He managed to weather weath-er the storm In that awful first round, but soon after the. second started Dan again clouted him on the point of the jaw, and over Smith went, completely out. Creedon took one look at his opponent and, seeing at once that it would be impossible im-possible for him to get up inside of the count, Dan turned to his corner, and as he lie did so he stood for a minute, opened his mouth in a most prodigious yawn and then very calmly spread out his big arms in a very comfortable stretch. "My word !" roared the British spectators, spec-tators, "the fellow's sleepy and Isn't even interested in the battle!" And Dan., who was a great kldder. had a nice, quiet, little laugh to himself as be wended his way to the dressing room. |