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Welcome to 11th Edition of the Boxing Biographies Newsletter

Saturday, 22nd   September 2007


This weeks special report is the fight held on  24 September 1924 Battling Siki and Georges  Carpentier


Idol of France Defeated in 6th

Round of Twenty Rounds

Scheduled With Battling Siki New Champ


Georges Carpentier, the heavyweight champion- boxer of Europe and idol of France, was defeated on Sunday by Battling Siki, the Senegalese fighter, in the sixth round of what was to have been a 20 round bout. Carpentier never had a chance after the third round. He was barely able to respond to the bell at the beginning of the sixth. With his right eye completely closed and his nose broken, he was unable to put up a guard.

In the sixth the negro fighter planted a series of terrific rights to Carpentier's  head and the French idol crumpled to the floor. One of his legs caught between the legs of the Senegalese while he was falling. The crowd, the largest that ever witnessed a boxing contest in France, was in an uproar. Many persons jumped into the ring and carried the Senegalese on their shoulders to his corner.


The referee, Harry Bertstein, at first ruled that Siki had been disqualified for "tripping," but the throng, which considered that Carpentier had been beaten squarely by a better man, received the decision with a great chorus of hoots and jeers and even threatened the referee with bodily harm. The three judges of the fight, Victor Breyer, Jean Pujol, Frenchmen, and Mr. Dennison of London, went in to consultation. An hour later they declared the negro the winner. Their verdict was received with terrific cheering from the spectators who had remained in the arena for it, many of them in an ugly mood. Carpentier had been hooted by large numbers of the crowd as he was taken from the ring to his dressing room.


Carpentier tried every trick of his ring knowledge to stave off defeat twice he was warned for butting during the fifth round.  It seemed evident that he was anxious to be disqualified by the referee rather than to suffer the ignominy of a knockout. When his subterfuges became apparent, the crowd which previously had been pulling for him, jeered and hooted, and cheered the negro.

So confident was Carpentier of ultimate victory, however, that he was smiling as he went to his corner when the gong ended the first round. "I'll get him whenever I want to," he said to Francois Deschamps, his manager and trainer. The crowd evidently was of the same opinion as Carpentier, for it lustily cheered Georges,  the Senegalese not having landed a solid blow up to this time. "Georges is letting him stay for the moving pictures," was an expression heard  from various spectators.

In the first round Siki rushed out of his corner and met Carpentier before the Frenchman was fairly out of his chair, Carpentier, however, caught the black man with two straight rights. Siki covered up, and then went down to one knee from a light left. The referee ordered him up.


Carpentier then swung two hard rights to the jaw. Siki took them merely shaking his head, and bored in. Carpentier's face wore a puzzled expression, although plainly he was holding back. Siki did not land a clean blow.

In the second round, Carpentier, with a look of disdain in his face, repeatedly jabbed Siki with his left without a return. Then, as Siki was rushing he caught the Negro flush on the jaw with a terrific right Carpentier drew back, expecting. Siki to drop under the blow. Siki however, instead rushed in and shot two hooks to the body. This surprised Carpentier.

Just before the bell Carpentier again caught Siki flush on the chin, but the Negro merely grinned at him and said: "You don't hit very hard, Mr. Georges." The round was Carpentier's by a wide margin, but the Frenchman was puffing hard as he wandered to his corner. Also he had lost his confident smile.


In the third round Siki rushed from his corner toward Carpentier. Carpentier backed away and sparred cautiously. Then he feinted with his left, and obtaining an opening, a hard right to Siki’s jaw. The Negro dropped to one knee and took a count of seven. Then he Jumped up and caught  Carpentier with left and right swings to the stomach. Carpentier went down and took a count of four.

When the Frenchman arose he plainly was groggy. Siki,  seeing his advantages, showered rights find lefts upon him, always playing for the stomach.  He had Carpentier gasping  for breath and staggering at the end of the round.

In the fourth round Siki pummeled Carpentier all over the ring. The Frenchman was barely able to withstand the punishment. He was bleeding, his right eye was closed, his nose was flattened and his mouth  was wide open.


 In the fifth round Siki again sprang  to the offensive from his corner, in tending quickly to polish off the .Frenchman.. Carpentier met the attack with a low blow and  was warned by Referee Bernstein. The low blow  seemed to enrage Siki, who went  furiously at Carpentier, missing .numerous swings. Finally, however he caught Carpentier with a short hook  and the Frenchman went down.


Carpentier, who was near the ropes, gripped them in rising and butted Siki in the stomach. The Frenchman was helpless. Again he was warned by the referee for butting. Meanwhile, the crowd was yelling to the referee to stop the encounter. When the bell rang  Carpentier groggily staggered to his corner. When the gong rang for the sixth round Carpentier came out hardly able to stand. A majority of the spectators expected his second. Descamps, to throw in the sponge, as the Frenchman was unable to put up his hands. A short uppercut from Siki sent Carpentier reeling backwards and then the Negro drove hard rights and lefts to the body. Carpentier crumpled to the floor half way through the ropes, completely out, after one minute and ten seconds of fighting.



Dempsey-v-Jack Sharkey 1927

The Bridgeport Telegram

22 July 1927

Knockout Comes as Sudden Climax to Most Dramatic

Battle Ever Staged.


Referee. However. Refuses to Rule on Claim—Victory Comes after Near Defeat.


YANKEE STADIUM. New York. July 21

The rip tearing Jack Dempsey of old came back tonight to smash his way to a spectacular knockout victory over .Jack Sharkey the young Boston heavyweight, and gained the height to ft return title match with Gene Tunney. While a vast, deliriously excited throng of  82.000 spectators cheered him on, the former champion rallied after a wobbly start, bored through Sharkey defense with a clashing attack which brought the 24-year-old sailor , down for the count of ten in the seventh round of what was to have been a 15 round match.

A terrific right hook to the pit of the stomach doubled Sharkey up and a crashing left to the Jaw brought the Boston giant down for the fatal count after 45 seconds of  fighting in the seventh round. So close to the border-line was Dempsey's crushing left — the really decisive blow — that  Sharkey started to claim a foul, only to go tumbling down In a moment from the impact of Dempsey's right hand. The referee, Jack Sullivan, at first seemed puzzled as what to do but finally decided to ignore the excited yells of Sharkey's seconds. He finished the count in unison with the official knockdown timer and waved Sharkey out.

Claim foul.

Sharkey's handlers persisted in their protests  after the fight but their attempted action was drowned in the wild outburst that came from the huge throng, most of which had come to cheer the 32-year-old ex-champion in  his colorful come-back.

It was a sudden climax to one of the most dramatic heavyweight battles ever staged, a slashing, mauling struggle in which Dempsey defying the craft and stamina of Sharkey's youth, demonstrated that he had come a long way back from the floundering form that cost him his title last fall.

Staggered and badly shaken up by vicious left hooks to the jaw toward the close of the first round and jarred frequently by Sharkey's stiff counter wallops. Dempsey fought on and won because he refused to be beaten back or balked  Shaken as he was at first Dempsey had the resources to come back, keep plunging in. breaking through  Sharkey's guard with short left and right hooks. His right eye cut and streaming blood, his lips split by vicious jabs. Dempsey nevertheless had  the power to keep plunging in until he won.


The vast crowd. which paid close to $1,100.000 to see the spectacle was thrilled by Dempsey's sensational, doggedly persistent fight to victory  against odds that seemed all against him at the start. The former champion's old speed the fighting spark that made him the vicious "Manassa Mauler" of old seemed lacking as the fight began. The younger, speedier and more clever Sharkey outstepped and outboxed  the Former champion and when he came in with a series of terrific blows toward the close of the first round theend seemed in sight.

It was such a first round last September that had started Dempsey on his downfall at Tunney's hands. But tonight he had the stamina and gameness to fight back to a victory that seemed out of his grasp when the gong ended the first round and he wobbled to his corner.

Keeps Battering

Somewhere Dempsey had gained a new store of stamina.  His old speed was  not quite returned  nor were his blows as  sharp but  he had the stuff to keep battering, flailing away at his  rival, growing stronger instead of weaker as Sharkey tried in vain with hooks and uppercuts to beat the former champion off.

From the second round through the sixth it was a slugging attack chiefly to Sharkey's body while the ex-sailor tried  to fight his way clear, ripping in left and right hooks that sometimes slowed up and cut Dempsey but which never stopped his persistent attack.

Blood spattered from Dempsey's eye under the impact of left jabs and he spat blood frequently from his mouth but it did not halt him.

The fury and bull-dog grit of Dempsey's drive enabled him to hold  Sharkey even In the second round after the first had gone to the ex-sailor, and And outpoint his young rival in the third, fourth and fifth rounds.  Sharkey carried off the sixth  as he speared Dempsey with rights and  lefts, sent the former champion back but the spirit of the old "Manassa Mauler" flared up in slashing finish that had  Sharkey on the run at the gong and paved the way for the big climax in the first minute of the next round.

Until the finish Sharkey it seemed was the stronger as well as the faster of the two but he was beaten. Apparently because he fought almost exclusively on the defensive form from the first round on .Perhaps Sharkey's plan of battle was to lay back, holding off Dempsey until the latter tired, then leap to the attack. If so.he delayed too long and lost his chance of fighting for the championship of the world at least this year. If not. It was because he found Dempsey's attack too furious and persistent to offset or to counteract.


There was no question that Sharkey's hitting accuracy was far from its Usual high mark. His right, the blow that laid Jim Maloney low two months ago  was short or wild. He landed It a few times especially  the first and sixth rounds, but otherwise the bobbing, weaving Dempsey  appeared to elusive a target to connect with. Sharkey had the youth and speed but Dempsey had the punch, aggressiveness,  and stamina  to offset his rivals assets.

Fight By  Rounds


Salinas Jack Burns

Tribune Page of Sports

13 Jan 1910

Jack Burns Earns Decision Over Tim O’Neil


JACK BURNS, the Salinas heavyweight and conqueror of "Gunboat" Smith, punched, pushed, fought and chased himself to victory over Tim O'Neil last night in the. Ten round main event scrap of the Oakland Wheelmen show. To say that the contest was highly interesting from the standpoint of boxing would be wrong. It was really too one-sided to become very interesting from that angle for Burns had the better of every round, with the possible exception of the first one.

The contest became a very absorbing one from an angle that had not been figured on, however After the bout had gone a few rounds and O'Neil had been floored with a stiff straight right-hand punch to the body, the Chicago lad evidently came to the conclusion that he  was over-matched and his efforts from then to the end of the battle were  devoted to lasting the ten rounds.

Burns tried in every conceivable manner to land the finishing punch on the stalling O'Neil, but his efforts were a bit ungainly and the fact that he -missed often with the well-meant punches he sent out for the head of the smaller man made the crowd take sides with O'Neil, and round after  round the lad from the windy city was found on his feet and doing his best the spectators cheering as if he were winning.


O'Neil certainly did put up a game battle and all during the last six round he displayed an ability to stall that would have done justice to an older an more experienced fighter . At times Burns hit him so hard on the head an body that he became dizzy and almost collapsed. Each time Tim would reach out with both hands, however, and as Burns crowded in with the hope of landing another and finishing blow, O'Nell would clinch him and before the men could be parted the hazy feeling would have left the Chicago man and he would be ready for another round of stalling.

Burns  was at a great disadvantage last night for it is exceptionally hard to show well with a fighter whose objective is to stick the limit and who continually backs away  from the firing line. When the men entered the ring both looked fit. Burns gave his weight a 185 pounds and O'Neil announced his at 170 pounds This gave Burns the best of the weight by fifteen pound: and he made use of it from the very first by going on the aggressive and keeping right at his man in every second of the going .

In the first round O'Neil started out with a will and showed well. In fact it looked as if Timothy was to be the aggressor and that he might win the contest on points.


Tim reached in with a left rip for the body that landed with force several times during the first spasm and it looked as if Tim had discovered the right spot. Burns plodded on all the time and near the end of the round he landed a few stinging blows that steadied O'Neil and made him a bit careful. In the second and third rounds Burns forged ahead and took a slight lead by his continual rushing, and by landing an occasional punch.

In the fourth round O'Neil was holding his hands high to block the swings of the taller man, who seemed to be devoting all his energy to punching O'Neil's head. The shrill voice of Harry Foley calling, "Drop a few to the body" reached the ears of Burns and without much warning the Salinas man lowered a straight right  punch to the midsection of the smaller man and quicker than it can be told Tim flopped to the floor.

It did not look as if he had a possible chance to get up and as the seconds rolled away the spectators began to leave their seats and rush for the door. At the count of nine O'Neil reached his feet and for the remaining thirty seconds of the round showed his gameness and ability by stalling the round out.


From that time on O'Neil seemed willing to admit that he was no match for the husky lad from Salinas and the contest reverted  into a match wherein one man was trying to put another out and the other had only one object, which was to stick the limit. O'Neil played the part so well that he soon had the house with him and  at the end of the contest some of the fans had worked themselves up to such a point of sympathy for the red-headed lad that they remarked: "Well, he should have had a draw on general principles," when they knew full well that Timothy believed himself lucky to have lasted the ten rounds.

The contest was the most Interesting affair for a one-sided contest which we have seen in many days, and although beaten O'Neil proved that at 165 or 170 pounds he can beat a great many more men than will beat him .

Burns will go right back to Alameda were he will continue on in his Schooling in the art of boxing. The Salinas man is determined to reach the top of the ladder if possible and He will spend every cent he earns in the attempt to acquire knowledge of the game


Young Stribling

Jefferson City Post – Tribune

16 February 1929

Here is the first chapter  of the story of Young Stribling's  life, written exclusively for the Post-Tribune and NBA Service, Inc., by Milton K. Wallace of Macon, Ga., a life-long friend of the Striblings. This series on Stribling's colorful life brings out interesting chapters never before revealed. Daily chapters will follow in this newspaper until the completion of the series


Regardless of whether W. L. ''Young" Stribling defeats Jack Sharkey in their Miami  Beach bout on Feb. 27, and then goes on to win the heavyweight championship of the world, the young southern fighter will go down in pugilistic history as "The Hardest Working Heavyweight.".

Few men have fought as often as Stribling.  Two years ago, the sports writers said he was washed out too much work and not enough play. But. today he stands on the threshold of the heavyweight championship.

William Lawrence Stribling  was born in the little south Georgia town of Bainbridge Dec. 20. 1904. Contrary to popular opinion, he was not brought up under the "big tops" of a circus. His early life was much the same as that of the average American boy. He had a good home, respectable parents, went to school and attended church services regularly. "Ma" Stribling saw that her boys, Billy and Herbert, kept good company, and she applied the hair brush vigorously whenever either of them got into mischief.

Before the boys were born, Pa and Ma were vaudeville entertainers, doing an acrobatic stunt. Traveling around the country with two babies were no easy job. so they settled down for a few years until the boys were large enough to accompany them on the road. When but a few months old. Young Stribling was doing handsprings and flips, balancing himself in his father's hands, and countless other things kids three times his age could not do.

Ma Raps Pa's Plans

"I'm going to make a heavyweight champion out of Billy," Pa said just after the youngster was born. Ma objected! She didn’t want her son to become a bruiser she visioned  him a doctor or lawyer who would settle down in Bainbridge or some other  Georgia town where he would command the respect of the community in which he resided.

Then Herbert came along two years later. He was a frail little chap, in no way resembling his larger brother, but he, too, learned to do stunts on the trapeze, turn flips and balance himself in his father's hands. Then it was that Pa Stribling decided to return to the stage. This time there were four Striblings and they organized the "Four Novelty Grahams" touring this country and eventually Japan. The "Grahams" traveled a great deal, but always found time for the boys to spend a few months in school somewhere. Whenever the lads -were not in school, Ma tutored them.

The lure of the footlights is a hard thing to resist, actors tell , you, but Pa saw in Billy the making of a champion and knew that the hard life of the vaudeville trouper was not the proper one for a boxer. So the stage was deserted again after Ma had reluctantly Given her permission for Billy to take up boxing as a profession . Pa a good boxer, started in at once to instruct his progeny in the science of right crosses and uppercuts.

Pa Stribling saw in his son the fulfillment of his own cherished ambitions. Many years ago. He had dreamed of winning fame in the ring, but his short stature Handicapped  him. When Stribling became 16, his father decided that his boy was old enough to enter The prize ring  as a professional. He and his brother Herbert had done a boxing act together on the stage for several years and all this time Pa had been instructing them.

“My boy is going to be a world’s champion some day” Pa wrote a promoter in Atlanta, “but I am willing for him to fight for you on your card next Wednesday night for nothing. This is his first professional  match and I am anxious to get him started. I want the chance”.

Of course the promoter took him up on his proposition. Even preliminary boys do not box for nothing, and the novel request resulted in Young Stribling's first real fight, a four-rounder. His opponent was Kid Domb, art Atlanta bantamweight, and Stribling won the decision. It is a coincidence that Tiger Flowers who without doubt was one of the Greatest colored fighters the world has ever knew, began his career  in the same ring about three years previous to Stribling’s first battle.

The Atlanta promoter, well pleased with the showing of Stribling in his first bout, offered Pa Stribling $10 for another four-round preliminary. Pa, anxious to get Billy before.the public, and incidentally wanting him to have all the experience possible, agreed for his –son to meet Kid Nappie, a very tough young man, who had been spreading terror among the prelim boys in Atlanta. Nappie's chief weapon was a wild right swing that sent his opponents into dreamland whenever it lands  and usually it landed. Stribling. however, knew too much for the bad boy and easily outpointed him.

After that his services were in demand all over the south, not as a  preliminary boy, but as a star attraction. The records show that he fought 21 bouts during the year 1921, which year marked his advent into the boxing business. He won eight of these fights by knockouts and outpointed in the others.

Next Chapter: Stribling attends high school in Macon, makes the basketball team and meets Clara Virginia Kinney, daughter of a Macon cotton broker, whom he later marries.

Chapter two

William Lawrence Stribling entered Lanier High School, at Macon, Ga., after touring in vaudeville with his parents and took up the game of basketball. Ma put her foot down, though, when he suggested that he believed he had in him the makings of a great football player.

"Football is too rough," she said. "People get killed playing that game. You can box and play basketball, but you can’t  play football”. 'So that was that, and all of Stribling's efforts at persuasion were to no| avail. She had finally become reconciled to a career of boxing, but she would not think of permitting her little Willie to mingle with the rough boys on the gridiron.

Although Stribling bears an outward appearance of being any easygoing fellow who never takes anything seriously, he is quite a determined young man whenever there is something that must be accomplished. He took basketball seriously made the team and developed into one of the greatest cagesters ever to represent Lanier. He was a dead shot with the basket and played a jam-up floor game in every respect

His last year in high school, Lanier won the right to represent the south in the national basketball tournament which is held annually in Chicago, and his team went into the semi-finals.

Was Kicked Off Squad

One of the greatest disappointments in his entire career was when the school board of Lanier High School ruled that he would be ineligible to play longer at the institution because he had engaged in professional fights. This disappointment hurt. him far worse than his defeats at the hands of Berlenbach and Loughran which came a few years later.

During his last year in high school, Stribling fell in love with one of his classmates, Clara Virginia Kinney,  the only daughter of W. O. Kinney, wealthy Macon cotton broker. Miss Kinney's family for several generations, has played an active part in the historical and social life of the south. The romance ultimately developed into a marriage which met with the approval of both families, and they were married in the early part of 1926. Mr. and Mrs. W. L. Stribling II now have two bouncing youngsters, W. L. Stribling Ill, who is two years old, and Mary Virginia Stribling, who was born about three months ago.

Young Billy Stribling III has been taught all the tricks his acrobatic father did when only a few months old, and friends of the family are often given a jolt by seeing the youngster hanging by one hand from the chandelier. He is a chip off the old block, but Mrs. W. L. Stribling II says her son will never be a prize fighter. And it is doubtful if Stribling would want his son to follow in his footsteps.

Wife Sees Few Fights

Mrs. Stribling, while always interested in the outcome of her husband's battles, sees but few of them. She would rather be at home with her babies, listening over the radio to the result of her husband's battles. The Striblings, ever since their marriage, have occupied a pretty little home in North Highlands, one of the most fashionable sections of Macon. Young  Stribling and his father own a country home at Ochlocknee, near Thomasville, Ga. where he trains for many of his most important bouts.

Machinery always has been Stribling's chief hobby. When in high school the mechanical course received most oft his attention and today he can intelligently discuss the intricacies of mechanics with an expert. He owns several planes, a speedy automobile, a motorboat and a motorcycle.

For a long while the Striblings traveled through the country by automobile to fulfill boxing engagements. They now travel mostly by air. Stribling loves speed and there are few people in his home town who care to ride with the young pugilist. He seldom travels less than 60 miles an hour and thinks nothing of dashing around a street car on two wheels or brushing a traffic officer's coat tail.

He Can Get Angry—and How!

Stribling is really a big, good natured kid, full of practical jokes and always playing them on his friends. He seldom loses his temper when the fun is directed at him.

The Striblings motored to Augusta,Ga., recently, for a fight and carried along a Georgia newspaperman who happens to be a bad actor when under the influence of liquor. Sober, ho is a nice chap, but this trip didn't see him in his sober moments. After the fight was over, he met Stribling in front of the hotel and challenged him. "Put up your dukes," the inebriated man said. "Come on, let's get going to Macon," Stribling told him. He doesn't tolerate drunkenness in any one, but realized the fellow was his guest. Bang! It was the writer's fist in Stribling's stomach. "Look out, you're hurting me," said Stribling, but that only brought fourth more smacks at him. He continued challenging Stribling, until there wasn't but one thing to do—and Stribling did it !

The fellow caused no more trouble.