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Name: Tom Allen
Nationality: British
Birthplace: Birmingham, England
Hometown: United Kingdom
Born: 1840-04-01
Died: 1903-04-05
Age at Death: 63
Height: 5′ 11″

Allen was a fast, scientific fighter and a hard hitter; He possessed courage but was not durable Tom began fighting in England and won a championship there; He came to America in 1867; He claimed the Heavyweight Championship of America in 1869  During his career, Allen defeated such men as Bill Davis, Charley Gallagher, Posh Price, Mike McCoole and Tomkin Gilbert


Herald and News
19 July 1875

letters from different persons wanting  information respecting the late Allen and Rooke fight, I here give you the particulars from the first. On January 10th, ,1875 George Rooke,, of Newark, N. J, conceived a plan by which he hoped to enrich himself at the expense of Tom Allen.  This Rooke never done anything only with third and fourth-class men, -but he had the impudence to send a challenge to Allen to do battle with him for $2500 a side.

The task of defeating a man  forty pounds heavier and with the following brilliant record, was what this Rooke contracted to perform. Rooke knew, at the time he challenged Allen, that Tom was very corpulent — in fact, a second Falstaff; and had made up his mind, in December, 1874, to retire from the ring. But this Newark duffer had mistaken his man, Tom Allen promptly authorized Arthur Chambers to accept the challenge, and on the 16th of February articles of agreement were drawn up and signed by all parties at Harry Hill's, .Houston, street, New York, who was the stakeholder for the time being.

After this was done Rooke wanted the stakes reduced to $1000, a side but Tom would not agree, but accommodated him at  $1,500, the other to be made good at the battle ground. On June 1st the final deposit was made good at Harry Hill’s, New York and  John Chamberlain was chosen final stakeholder. The day  for the fighting, June 17, was fast approaching and as Tom had won the choice of ground  Rooke began  to think it was time to put some plan of operation in order; he never having intended to meet Allen.

His plan was to get Allen arrested, and they would have notified the different authorities but when he found he had lost the choice of fighting ground they went directly and sued Harry Hill for Rooke’s share of the stakes which caused Chamberlain to decline having anything to do with the affair..

 On the 17th Harry Hill wrote that be would not give the stakes up unless he was compelled by law; Tom should have every dollar. This Newark "duffer" never trained a day, but went traveling around the country with Joe Coburn, giving sparring exhibitions on the strength of Allen's name. Rooke knew that Tom had retired from the ring; but Tom being so abused, he broke his resolution never to fight again, and made this match. Tom trained more earnestly for this match than, ever he did before, on purpose to show up in his best form, and he did; he never looked better.

While Tom was spending his money in training, , this Rooke and Coburn were taking in the greenbacks by sparring exhibitions. I have now given a true and faithful report; and after detailing Tom's grievances, he now finally withdraws from the ring, and will, under no circumstances whatever, again enter it.

No inducement, however strong, will cause him to make a match. He leaves his reputation, for good faith in all his battles, and a determination to win in every one of his matches, in the hands of his numerous friends, and .his record contained in the ring annals of England and America,


Beat White April 20, I860, 10 a side, in 40 minutes

10 rounds. Draw with Nobbv Hall, September 17, 1860, 5 a side, in 40 minutes-15 rounds.

Beat Morris Connor March 20,1861, 10 a side, in 1:10—16 rounds.

Beat Jack Gould June 8, 1861, 15 a side, in 50 minutes—11 rounds.

Was beaten by Posh Price July 28, 1862, 10 a side, in 50' minutes—35 rounds.

Beat Posh Price November 2Sj 1865, 25 a side, in 2:05—41 rounds.

Beat Bingy Rose January 20, 1864, 25 a side, in 23 minutes—11 rounds.

Beaten by Bob Smith June 2, 1864, 50 a side, in 2:59—50 rounds.

Beat Jack Parkinson June 13, 1865, a side, in 23 minutes—11 rounds.

Beat George Iles June 13, 1866, 25 a side, 1:02—17 rounds.

Fought Joe Goss March 5,1867.10O a side and championship middle-weight in 1 53; a draw; 34 rounds.


Beat Bill Davis January 12, 1869, for $1000 a side; 46 minutes—43 rounds.

Beaten by Charley Gallagher Feb. 25, 1869, $1000 a side; 3 minutes—2 rounds; was stunned in second round.

Beat Charley Gallagher August 17, 1869, $1000 a side; 21 minutes—11 rounds.

Draw with Mike McCoole, June 15,1869, $1000 a side and the championship of America; 12 mins.—9 rounds, when McCoole party broke in the ring.

Beat McCoole Sept. 23, 1873, $2000 a side and championship; 19 minutes —7 rounds. McCoole forfeited $1000 on June 2, 1870. to Tom Allen.

Beaten by Jem Mace May 10, I870, $5000 and the ~ championship of the world: 50 minutes—10 rounds.

Beat Jem Gallagher Nov. 5, 1870, $1000 to $500: 22 minutes—14 rounds.

Beat Ben Hogan  Nov. 18,1873, $2000 a side; 7 minutes—3 rounds. The ring was broken in by Hogan's party, and pistols pointed at Allen's head.

Rooke forfeited to Allen July 17, 1875, at Mill Creek. West Va., $3000.

FINALE.It is all up with pugilistic encounters : and what was once recognized as the Manly Art by the nobility and aristocracy of England is now a defunct institution. Such men as Cribb. Tom and Jem Belcher. Peter Crumley, Spring, Owen Swift, Jerry Sureins, Sayers and Heenan fought for honor, and made the money on it a secondary consideration

 W. W.F

The Dubuque Herald, Iowa 25 September 1873

The Mill Between Tom Allen and Mike McCoole,
Allan the Winner in Seven Rounds, Occupying Twenty Minutes.
A Beastly Display of Muscle and Science

At half past 9 o’clock this morning  the steamer Continental, with 1,000 persons on hoard, left for the great prize fight. The day was clear and cool, and left nothing to he desired. The boat went 12 miles up the river to Choutean's  island, where a landing was effected, and the ring pitched in a grove where the men were completely shaded from the sun. McCoole won the toss, and selected the southeast corner. The seconds were Arthur Chambers and Pat Shepard for Allen; Tom Kelly and Dublin Tricks for McCoole. There was considerable discussion about a referee, and after a delay of nearly an hour, Jack Looney was selected, and consented to serve. Dick Roach, of Chicago, was umpire for Allen, and Dan Ryan for McCoole.

At 2 :25, McCoole entered  into the ring, and  was loudly cheered as he seated himself in his corner. In a very few minutes, Tom Allen's silk cap came sailing into the ring, and Allen himself came after it. He wore while flannel drawers and while stockings, with blue trimmings. his shoes were of calf skin and laced half-way up. He had trained till there was not a pound of superfluous flesh on his body, and his muscles stood out like whipcords. His hands and face were the colour of leather and the brightness and clearness of his eyes and the freshness of his  completion were the subject of general remark. He had a  confident and j a u n t y air and danced a jig while the referee question was being decided. When McCoole came to strip, the disparity in the size of the two men was astonishingly evident.

Allen fought at 175 pounds, Having come down from 210. McCoole stood at 200 in ring, and had trained himself down to 160. McCoole wore white drawers and stockings, and his sash was of green. Both men looked in magnificent condition, and were fine specimens of humanity. McCoole looked a little flabby, and seemed to have- too much flesh on his face. His skin was nut-brown in color, and his short hair and brown face made him look like an old man. When the men met in the centre of the ring, McCoole wanted to bet his opponent $1000 that he would win the fight. Allen said that he had only $800, but would put that up and did so.

After the customary hand shaking the battle began. Seven rounds were fought And the fight lasted twenty minutes.  Allen came off without a scratch or a bruise of any consequence. McCoole was very badly punished, and was taken from the grounds bruised and gasping. His upper lip was completely cut. through ; his left eye closed ; his right eye nearly shut; his nose broken, and his face mashed all up. Allen was game and lively all through the fight, dancing; about like a rubber ball, and dodging all punishment, while McCoole stood up and took his blows like a sand-bag. Allen walked all about him while doing his work, and in reply to an attempt to trip him by Kelly, made a blow at that gentleman, and said he could whip any man in the ring. Kelly said he couldn't whip him in an hour for .$1,000.


Both men walked promptly up to the scratch at the call of time. McCoole stood with his left guard well extended, and his right well up. Allen struck a formidable attitude, holding both hands well down und drawn in. In this hostile attitude they eyed each other for a moment, and a little feinting and sparring ensued. Allen led with his left, and landed a blow on McCoole's left eye and one on the forehead,  McCoole returning on the ribs. A furious exchange followed, and terrible fighting ensued, Allen punishing the giant severely about the lace, and finally fought him down amid cries of "foul " "foul" it being claimed that Allen struck McCoole alter he dropped. The foul was disallowed, but first blood was claimed and allowed for Allen. Time, 2 minutes.


When time was called the men hastily came to the mark. Allen again led with his left , and planted a terrific blow on McCoole's breast. McCoole endeavored to counter, but the attempt was a failure. Allen then planted two left-handers on his opponent's left check. Both fought to a close. Some good short-arm, fighting was indulged in. McCoole  followed Allen all around the ring,  the lad from Albion keeping cunningly away from him.Another rally followed. McCoole forced Allen to the southwest corner. Terrific exchanges followed, and Allen fell to avoid.


McCoole came up blooding fearfully from the cuts in his lace, his right eye was evidently closing fast, and he had apparently lost confidence in himself, as did not appear to be able to defend himself either from Allen's terrific onslaught or to return the blows which  were showered upon him. McCoole rushed at Allen, and planted a heavy blow in his ribs. Allen retaliated, planting one blow on the cheek and two in succession on the mouth.A terrific struggle followed. Both men faced ouch other with determined pluck. Allen’s  movements were as agile as those of a feather, and he constantly grinned. McCoole rushed at Allen, but the latter dodged his furious deliveries. A sharp rally followed, and both men broke ground. Allen planted three consecutive blows, one on the nose and two on the mouth, McCoole returning on the ribs. Both men bought to a close, and Allen achieved a strategic fall. Time, 3 minutes.

As the men were carried to their corners it was evident Allen had the fight in his own hands. McCoole was bleeding profusely, and the long hair on his huge breast was matted with gore. Allen did not bear signs of a scratch, and smiled confidently us he assisted his seconds in the rubbing down process.


On Allen coming to the mark, Kelly rushed up to Tom and exclaimed: "You’ve got resin on your hands," claiming a foul at the same time. Allen smilingly rubbed his palms, and stepped up to the referee, denying the allegation. Loony ordered the men to fight on. Allen as usual led off with his terrific left, and planted a terrible blow on McCoole's check. The latter tried  to counter, but failed. A sharp exchange followed, and Allen fought McCoole to the ropes and knocked him down by another fearful left-hander on the jugular, McCoole being carried to
his corner a bleeding mass of corrupt humanity. First knock-down claimed and allowed for Allen .

McCoolites were greatly depressed at the result of this round 'and the horrible manner in which their favorite was being punished. Cries of "foul" were raised by Allen's friends, it being claimed that he was struck while down.


This was the most hotly contested round of the battle. Upon going to the scratch, Allen's body bore signs of McCoole's body blows, while the latter was terribly  mangled about the face. he was bleeding profusely from the effects of Allen's handiwork. Allen forced the fighting, and planted blow after blow on the giant's already damaged frontispiece. He stood the storm, and tried to stay the terrible attacks of his adversary, but all to no purpose,  for Allen slashed away right and lefty at the lump beef that bore no evidence of ever having been the face of a human being. Allen finally dropped to avoid a blow, and McCoole endeavored to fall on top of him, but Tom adroitly glided away. McCoole and friends, seeing that, bar accident, their man was bound to lose, endeavored to create a disturbance, but it was quickly checked.


Allen once more led off with his cunning left And  got in the most wicked blow of the fight on McCoole's mouth, the blood spurting out in a clotted stream. This round was merely a repetition of the former one as regards McCoole, and  punishment.  During the bout Tom claimed that Tricks endeavored to trip him up, and remarked that if it was done again he would suffer. Kelley retorted that if Allen hit him, Kelly would go for Tom. This brought up Allen's dander, and he asserted that he could lick any man in the ring for .$1,000. This banter was meant for Kelly, and that worthy asserted that Allen couldn't whip him in an hour for $2000.


"When time was called McCoole presented a horrible appearance  and seemed scarcely able to hold up his hands. His left, eye was closed and a  terrible cut under the right eye. His upper lip is also cut and his nose is broken. Before toeing he mark Allen said "it is a sin to send that man up to be punished.  If you don't take him away I will disfigure him for life ; he is the gamest I ever met." The crowd also yelled "take him away, take him away." The round was gone through with , but Allen retrained from striking his opponent further. The fight, had not lasted 19 minutes, and when time was called for the 8th round  Tom  Kelly threw up the white handkerchief in token of his principals defeat.

Jem Mace v Tom Allen
By George Siler

Two Englishmen Scrapped Hard For the American Title

Jem Mace and Tom Allen clashed at new Orleans for a purse of $2,500

The important fistic event of the year 1870 was the battle between Jem Mace and Tom Allen For the heavyweight championship of America, which took place on May 10 near New Orleans for $2,500 a side. The peculiar thing about the scrap was the contestants were Englishmen, fighting for an American title. This came about as follows:

Allen bad been in the country several years and won his championship spurs by fighting Champion Mike McCoole. whom he defeated, but was robbed of the decision. Later he challenged! Mike, but as' he latter would not fight unless he had his choice of stakeholder and also referee, the affair fell through and Allen claimed the title by default. Mace came to this country the latter part of 1869 as champion of England and the two Britons were brought together to contest for the highest honors of the prize ring. The battle, because of the nationality of the principals, was not an International affair In the sense It generally Is taken, but It smacked of one nevertheless. As It was Mace's first fight in this country and the leading daily and weekly Journals In America had representatives on the ground, the fight by rounds probably will be appreciated.

Round 1

As they stood on guard, erect and defiant, their dresses unsoiled. their flesh glowing In the warm sunlight like polished bronze, as yet unpolluted and undefiled, an almost unconscious murmur of admiration ran through the anxiously waiting crowd. At the first glance it was evident that Mace had the advantage in condition, his flesh hard and healthy, while' that of his antagonist seemed a little too loose and flabby. Bets were now freely offered around the ring of  $100 to $70 on Mace, but no reply was elicited. Jem and Tom both smiled beamingly on each other and then put themselves In position at the scratch. Mace's "walking beams" were In a constant state of terpsichorean movement, while his two formidable looking mawleys were most carelessly disposed. He fondled his chin, stroked his phiz, patted his "bellows," and conducted himself generally In such a mercurial sort of manner that to the unsophisticated observer gave no proof of the almost miraculous powers of the man. But his cunning was soon developed.

Allen, as' he stood like before his adversary, wary and watchful, looked the splendid  athlete that he was. His feet were spread wide apart and-his bunches of fives held artistically. They smiled and joked In an undertone as they walked around each other, with eyes firmly set on eyes and every movement sharply watched This sparring, dodging, and feinting lasted several minutes, each too cautious to do more than feel his man. Mace now and then dropped his guard, drawing Tom around after him. Then came a few sharp passes, neatly stopped. Jem landed a pile driver over Tom's left eye and danced back, avoiding the return.

Again the scratch was toed, with another spell of cautious sparring, during which Allen shot a heavy one Into the ribs, which sounded all over the ring. Both men warmed to more rapid and serious work, exhibiting pretty science during a bout which wound up with Allen receiving a heavy hit on the nose, countering lightly on Mace's forehead. At it they rushed again. Jem making an ugly threat with his right, which Tom avoided, planting another ugly thud on his opponent's pumps, at which Mace clinched, a Quick tussle, and both fell, with Allen the under dog In the fight. Time, 5:3O.

Round 2

Several minutes passed In sparring for an opening. Mace rubbing his hands, folding his arms, and otherwise endeavoring to get Tom to lead off, followed by a few rapid feints, when, as quick as thought. Mace rushed In and delivered a poultice under the young "un's" right orb, raising an egg and springing back In time to catch only lightly a rib pulverizer from his opponent's, right. Jem grinned at his work and now fully understood Tom’s tactics. With hands down but ever ready to take advantage of any essay. Allen grew serious; he seemed, for the first time, to have properly appreciated his task and compressed his lips In a manner to show he was determined to throw all his energies Into the struggle and "die game," If .necessary. He planted another crasher on Jem's body in return for a nasty on the bad lamp, which now flickered, preparatory to being doused.

Another long: Interval of cautious sparring ensued, during which both men blew off steam and contented themselves with watching for an opening, grinning and joking with each other in an undertone. Mace resumed hostilities with a shot at Allen's neck, but It glanced off, and he napped a return rather too close to meat cellar to be pleasant. Claims of foul were made from the outside of the ring, but Mace gracefully disclaimed them and went In for the finish, giving Allen a smash on the proboscis which drew first blood for Jem. Tom returned it by a couple of rib benders and a clip on the jaw, but in return received a terrible Sockdolager on the right eye which sent him down making a wild attempt to counter as he fell. Allen was now toted home by his carriers, mace walking to his corner much pleased.

Round 3

Bets of $100 to $30 were offered on mace with no takers.Allen came up dejectedly with his right eye nearly closed and his left showing an ugly cut. This Mace took advantage of by keeping the damaged observation well in the sun during the cautious last sparring which opened the round. Allen now found that something had to be done to utilize the time fast slipping away and essayed at the head, but Mace proved to quick, dodging and it passed over his shoulder. In the rally mace slipped and stretched himself on terra firma. Allen again rode home, Mace footing it in the best of humor.

Round 4

Allen looked worried and his face exhibited marks of severe punishment, bleeding profusely from a cut beneath the left optic, while his right look out was rapidly being shut by purple clouds. During the preliminary sparring Tom accidentally  trod upon and spiked Jem's foot, but apologized, a courtesy which was loudly applauded. After an elaborate overture of feinting, guarding, and dodging, Mace suddenly, darted out his right and gave Allen a roaster on the damaged eye, distilling the ruby afresh and going down partly from the recoil just In time to escape a well intended receipt in full.

Round 5

After the usual Introductory fiddling about, Mace led. put with his left at the young "un's" neck, which the latter avoided, Mace going down from the force of his own blow. Foul was claimed, but not allowed. Jem quickly recovered, however, and faced Tom, who sent his left on a voyage of discovery, landing on Jem's ribs and getting a heavy return on the dial from Mace's left, who followed it up with a rush, clinched, and threw Allen heavily, adding his weight to the fall.

Round 6

The fight was now evidently all one way. Allen was game enough and glutton enough, but his Inferiority to Mace In sparring and In wrestling was plainly, not to say pitifully, apparent. Odds of $100 to $15, with no takers, were offered on Mace. Allen seemed freshening, while Mace was as smiling as a basket of chips. A few friendly passes preceded a clinch by Mace getting the young un in chancery and fiddling sharply with his right. Jem hung on like death but with one gigantic almost superhuman effort Allen turned the tide and went down heavily on top of Mace amid great applause, in which even Jem’s friends joined.

Round 7

Time now told badly on Allen’s telescopes, the right being entirely darkened and the other gradually followed suit. Mace’s face on the other hand was unmarked. Neither appeared  to have suffered either in temper or in endurance. After another long spell of sparring Mace landed on the breast receiving an exchange on the ribs and countered on the mouth with severity.Tom dashed in, but Mace avoided his essay, clinched and they went down in a close and loving embrace.

Round 8

Allen was evidently tired and not at all hopeful but desparate.mace lively as a cricket, danced about his man, who waited for an opportunity to drive a spike into Jem’s boilers. He succeeded at last and got in two crashes, but mace squared accounts by hitting him heavily in the face thrice. They then rushed to a clinch and went down with a light fall. Jem underneath.

Round 9

Mace ,scathless and smiling, Allen with a head on him like a wrecked capstan , but exhibiting a dogged and praiseworthy determination to see it out to the bitter end. That the game was well nigh up was apparent to all and the only chance Tom now had was to plant a blow sufficiently forceful to knock sir Jem out of time. The prospects of this were not encouraging. Mace seeing that he had everthing safe was contented to bide his time and not force matters, by doing which he might lay himself open to accident. He now went about his work like an artist. He visited Tom lightly upon the face thrice, evidently picking out the soft spots with great delicacy and discrimination. Allen in return always at the ribs, but not heavily .Jem now gathered himself for a finisher and aimed for the throat, but Allen parried it and catching the champion of balance with a swing under the right ear sent mace clean of his feet amid uproarious applause

Round 10

Both men answered promptly and came up eager and determined.Allen with the exception of a bad eye, actually looked better and more dangerous than at any time during the fight.He still clung to the defensive policy as he did throughout the whole fight, not manifesting any desire to take the initiative. Both settled to hard work, Allen following up Mace as the later danced around him .An offer by Jem at the head was neatly parried and Tom dropped his right heavily just above the belt. Neither seeming In a hurry to resume serious work. They did get at it, however, and rattled away so fast that it was impossible to keep count of  the blows. Mace had all  the best of It, punishing Tom badly about the eyes and escaping: several vicious attempts. This could not and did not last long, and the men gradually edged away toward their respective corners, where they were refreshed outwardly and Inwardly, by their seconds. Mace had now 'gotten Allen's only useful eye in- proper eclipsing condition and It calmly awaited sunset.

Allen, however, gamely marched up to the music, which opened with sparring. Tom finally got home on the breast—a crack Which made Jem wince and visit Tom’s right  lamp spitefully. The men now closed and some terribly severe work at half, arm distance was in order, Jem finally getting Tom's head in chancery and slashing away at It with serious effect.This was not relished by Allen, who in order to stop it, clinched for the fall.

The struggle was fearful like giants they swayed back and forward but Mace was to fine a wrestler for his game opponent. Holding Allen firmly in his vice like grasp, slowly but surely he bore his head down to the ground and threw him a complete somersault. Tom alighting upon his right shoulder with great force nearly dislocating it. Mace falling heavily upon him. Tom gave an awful groan and all ground the ring rose to their feet, thinking his neck bad been broken. Full of alarm, the seconds of both sides rushed up and he was carried to his corner. The Injury was not as feared, however, but was sufficient —the jig was up—-and when time was again called Coburn walked to the scratch and tossed up the sponge. Time of fight. 44 minutes.

As soon as the referee had given his decision Jem walked over and shook hands with his opponent and while Tom groaned in agony he patted him on the back and said “Tom you are a game man and I wish you well”.

The Democrat, Lima, Ohio
14 September 1876

The Cincinnati  Prize Fight Brutality.
Cincinnati, Sept, 8, 1870.

So long as there can be found brutish fools to fight them, and less  brutish fools to bet money on them, and encourage them just so long will there, continue to be prize fights ,in spite of civilization just as there have been in the past. To disguise the fact that there has been a certain sort of interest here throughout all this Goss-Allen, England-American championship business, will not do. Repugnant as it is, there have yet been few circles which have not been concerned in greater or less degree.

But one thing is certain: that the fact that an affair of thin brutal character can take place within half an hour's ride of the city of Cincinnati, without successful interference, is a sad commentary on American laws and their execution.

I know this is what everyone will say, and must stop here to record the fact that the list of those who have watched to find out where the fight was to be, that they might attend.—and they did attend—would be a good thing to print, and would throw light upon the absence yesterday, from the counting-room and office of many a business man, who is ''greatly opposed to prize fighting." A city paper has proposed to print such a list. The “Hunting” is said to be fine out along the Short Line now !.  Importance was given to the affair by agreement that the result was to decide the championship between England and America.

It was well known which way the party would go for the fight, the arrest, and the bonds not to fight in Ohio, being a sham. Kentucky was the place, and the spot a short ride from Covington. A train pulled out over the Newport bridge some time toward morning, and all across, shoved down to the appointed place without opposition or inquiry. Reaching the locality, a large farm.


were arranged in due form. The match was for $2,500 a side, the money (5,000), deposited some time since, being in the hands of A. F Edwards. The ring was pitched on a level piece of meadow land on the farm of Herman Von Rodemacher, one mile from Independence, Ky., a station on the Louisville Short Line Road, 12 miles from Covington. It was the London regulation prize-ring, 24 feet in diameter, the stakes eight in number, four feet in height bounded by a double line of ropes, the lower rope two feet and the upper four feet from the ground.

The choice of corners in the ring fell to Allen by the toss of a bit of “hard money”. He selected a position slightly elevated and his back to the sun which shone out quite clear. Eph. Holland though declining the honour ( ?) was persuaded to act as referee.

As the men came into the ring dressed in their tights, The party was an ugly crowd which huddled about the ring, the friends of each gathered nearest to their man. They were noisy, and ugly. In going out there was a fight or two. Betting was not so active, but Allen was the favorite. The crowd looked hungry, and doubtless were, having left Covington too early for breakfast for the  habits of most of the men. They reached the spot before 7 o'clock. It was but 20 minutes later when amid the cheers of the crowd the two got to their places on the green.
The First Round
"Seven-thirty," called a sport, consulting a heavy gold watch. Then immediately came Time!" in a loud voice by  Holland. Both bruisers stepped promptly forward, and sparring ensued cautiously but closely for 15 minutes. Allen made a stray pass, went through Goss's guarding struck him fairly on the mouth, and drew blood. The two closed, and Goss threw Allen.

Second round exchanges heavy, Goss advancing with feints, guarded by Allen, Goss worked round and got upon Allen’s ground, which seemed to greatly annoy him. Allen smiled at the situation, but guarded every motion like a bulldog and kept of every attempt to reach him. Blood trickled down poor Goss’s mouth and nose, and just as this was noted Allen got in a hard blow square on Goss’s forehead which parted the skin over the nose. Close work ensued, then Goss dropped to his knees to escape.

Third round – this was short. Goss pressed the same tactics as before, taking Allen corner and once getting behind him. Allen struck a vicious blow, which fell short. After two rapid exchanges there was a clinch and Allen was thrown. Goss was bleeding from eye and nose.

Fourth Round – Did not last three minutes. A terrible blow by Allen on Goss’s neck, knocked him down.
Fifth Round  - This was terrible. It opened with sparring. Allen soon struck out taking Goss in the face without falling the latter returned on the stomach at which Allen withstood and gave back in double pressure a terrific one on Goss’s injured eye. Goss struck a fearful one in quick return. The two closed to half arm and Goss fell to avoid a crushing blow with Allen’s left.

Sixth Round – neither showed hesitancy in coming to the scratch. Allen led off and got upon Goss’s face, repeating it with lightning stroke, setting hard on Goss’s damaged right eye. Goss bled badly and Allen fought him until he sank down.

An Interruption

“Time” called Holland for the seventh round. But instead of the response a stampede ensued. The Covington Light Guards had followed and were seen approaching close by. Holland called out as the crowd scattered that the fight would go on somewhere, that the men would not return to Cincinnati till it was fought out. They took to the train, which moved down the road about eight miles to the farm of P.Lane about a mile from Walton in Boone County, where the ring was pitched on a level piece of turf, much better than the first location. In a few moments the men were sent for and entered the ring.

Eighth Round – It was 10;45 exactly when the men were told to get to their places. “Time” both seemed equally eager and began sparring. Allen struck over Goss’s guard, and got in on his face and drew blood. Two wild blows followed each at close length, they clinched and went down, Goss uppermost.

Ninth round – Goss awfully punished. Allen got in hot on Goss’s nose. Allen got in on Goss’s breast and Goss on Allen’s face. Goss staggered, his left eye nearly closed. The round closed by Allen fighting Goss down.

Tenth Round – Scarcely a blow struck. They clinched in Allen’s corner and struggled until separated by the referee.

Eleventh Round – Fighting sharp and furious in favor of Allen. They went down at the ropes, Goss seemed nearly blind.

Twelfth Round –
Goss forced the fighting and struck a low blow. Claim of foul was made, but not allowed. The round was in Allen’s favor. Goss commenced to show hi punishment badly. Allen received some heavy blows, but his face barely struck.

Thirteenth Round – Goss’s eyes were fast closing. Allen forced the fighting. A few rapid exchanges and Allen got square in on Goss' damaged face, and knocked him down.

Fourteenth  Round —No blow was struck, and Allen was thrown over the ropes. A claim of foul was raised by Goss' friends, but was not recognized.

Fifteenth Round - The fighting was rapid and fearful. Goss could scarcely see. Allen made a quick pass and a terrible blow, taking him in the face and knocking him off his feet.

Sixteenth Round
- —The punishment of Goss was awful. His eyes nearly closed, he stood before Allen doing little more than hold his hands in position. Three times Allen struck him nearly fair blows over the eyes and in the face. The blood streamed from his lace. A fourth blow laid him down before his antagonist.

Following this four rounds were fought with constantly increasing prospect in Allen's favor. It was only a question of time when Goss should cease to see entirely.

Twenty First and last round – It was seen that without an accident it was impossible for Goss to win, though the brave fellow, as game as ever, look his punishment with the greatest good nature. As soon as he faced his man he went for him right and left, but Allen outfought him at every point, and rushed him of his  legs. Just as Goss fell on his posterior, Tom struck him fairly on the forehead. The blow had evidently left Tom's shoulder before Goss struck the ground, but when it alighted it was clearly a foul Without waiting for Goss' umpire to claim the foul, Holland exclaimed. "I give this fight to Goss on the ground that he has been struck a foul”

TOM ALLEN'S LIFE STORY – taken from article published in 1937
AFTER licking Posh Price in 41 rounds, and George Iles in 17 rounds, Allen -was matched with Joe Goss for 100 a "side. They met on March 5, 1867. Altogether they fought 34 rounds, and owing ,to interference, the 34 rounds were contested in three different rings. At last, after they had battled fiercely for one hour and forty-two minutes, the bout was finally declared a draw.

This was Allen's last battle in England, for shortly afterwards he sailed for the U.S.A., where, on July 21, 1867, he  duly arrived in New York.

Joe Goss got the needle at Tom's running out of a return battle, and being determined to get Allen's scalp he followed that worthy to the States. Directly he reached the land of the almighty dollar he challenged Allen to a return bout. Allen accepted immediately, and a match was made for 5,000 dollars a side and the championship of the world. Nobody knew what right they had to battle for such a pretentious title, but nobody cared, so they satisfied their vanity.

The battle took place in Cincinatti on September 7. After several rounds, during which neither had asserted superiority, Allen hit Goss when that. worthy was on the ground, and was promptly disqualified on an appeal.

In Cincinatti a little later Tom_, got into a bit of trouble with the authorities. He had made all arrangements for a battle with a fellow whose name we didn't catch. The authorities didn't care for Tom's way of making money, so they arrested him and kept him in goal until he gave bonds for his good behaviour. In other words, he had to keep the peace in that State for twelve months.

Tom Has to Behave

After Allen's run-in with the authorities, in which he had been made to give bonds for his good behaviour in that State, Tom, not caring for this turn in his affairs, migrated to another State, where they were not so particular about his keeping the peace.

So one month after his giving bond in Cincinatti, he was meeting Mike McGoole, for 200 a side, in St. Louis, which is quite another State. Right here Tom met some of those celebrated American sports, for Which America has ever been famous. Nine rounds had been fought, occupying some thirteen minutes (unlucky number, as you will note), when some of these American sports started an argument around the ring, the ropes were cut, and the ring broken up by these gentlemen. Some of these drew pistols and bravely fired at Allen, putting one bullet through his right and another in his gongha, the latter necessitating his standing at meals for a few days.

The referee therefore decided that as Allen had not played fair, McGoole was the winner. Allen, however, thought that he was not getting the square deal which the U.SA. has always been noted for giving strangers in those days, and instituted proceedings for the recovery of his dough, and got it.

Knives and Pistols Again

Soon after he met Charley Gallagher once  more. This time, however, Tom meant -business, for he was knocking the stuffing  out of Charlie when once more those sporting Americans broke the ring up, and Tom fled for his life to escape the knives and pistols of the said sports.

A couple of months later he made another match with his old pal, Mike McGoole, for 200 a side, but the match was finally abandoned, owing to their not agreeing upon a stakeholder. They had to be particular in them there days.

Jim Mace arrived in America shortly after this, and Allen was promptly on his trail. They finally signed articles for 500 a side and the world's title. The battle took place in New Orleans on May
10, 1870.

In the battle. with Mace, Tom had the misfortune to injure .his right shoulder when he rushed Jem, and, getting a grip, throw him awkwardly, and in the fall sustained the injury. Allen, however, never had a chance with the clever Mace, and had he had a_ dozen arms he could not have licked the incomparable Mace.

Shortly after, Tom's arm was well; he was again on the warpath, and challenged the world. A party named James C. Gallagher accepted Tom's challenge with the proviso that Allen should lay 200 to 100. Allen was willing, so a match was made on those conditions.

Tom Retires, But

On November 5, 1870,  they met near St. Louis, when Allen punched the stuffing out of Gallagher in sixteen rounds, occupying 23 minutes. After this contest Tom publicly stated that he was finished with the ring and would retire.

The Mike McGoole whom Allen had fought was quite some baby. He stood 6ft. 3in, and weighed 17st., so Torn was at a slight disadvantage, being 5 inches shorter and nearly 5st. lighter. In spite of all the Irishman's advantages, Allen simply cut him to ribbons; until, at the finish, when Allen was set upon by the " boys," Mike was a bleeding lump of battered humanity when carried away from the scene of battle.
In spite of the terrific beating Mike had taken the referee had awarded him the decision ;  but, as stated above, Tom had sued for the return of his stakes, and had got them.    

Three years after stating he had finished with the ring, Tom, like all of 'em, made another match with his old opponent Mike McGoole. Evidently Mike's sporting pals were not on hand this time, for Mike got. another terrific hiding.

After stopping everything that Torn sent him he was polished off in nine rounds, the nine rounds occupying 20 minutes.

Once' more Tom  retired; and once more he came back., this time to meet Ben Hogan of Pittsburg. They were to have met at 'St. Louis, but while they were selecting the ground for the battle they were arrested. The Illinois authorities also  arrested several of the more prominent of  those who had interest in the battle. These , were all required to give bonds for their future good behaviour.  This being done, .all, were liberated. Shortly afterwards Hogan and Tom fought at a place called Pacific City.

Foul Causes Trouble

Three fierce rounds were fought, when, during the third round, Allen is reported to have struck his opponent 'a foul blow. That being a good excuse for trouble, .the boys started it, and they immediately. got busy. Knives and pistols were drawn, the ropes cut, and once more Allen did his hundred in less than evens, and then some!

Tom’s next battle was with Joe Goss once again. They fought first in Kent county, where seven rounds were fiercely contested. The police came on the scene and the battlers and their followers had to take it on the run. The ring was then fixed in Boone County, where fourteen more rounds were fought. Tom took the lead here throughout. the battle. He' was punishing Goss severely when the cry of " Militia ! " was raised, and again the contestants got oh the move.

Unfortunately for Allen, Goss's party had got busy, and report says that the referee was got at. A few seconds after they started again ,  Goss got the decision on a foul. What the foul blow was nobody seemed to know.

A few days later Goss was arrested, but Allen kept under cover, and shortly after was smuggled aboard a boat bound for England. It was then that the match with Charlie Davis was made. Allen evidently returned to the States later, for we read that he died in St. Louis.

King of the Toughs

Here in St. Louis, Tom Allen reigned as a king among the toughs of that city. Tom kept a big whiskey store, which was frequented by all the toughest citizens of the city of St. Louis. It was here that he was visited by an English sport who was on a visit to that city. An American friend took him there. Said he: " Tom Allen's always glad to see a fellow countryman, so come along."

There was a little difficulty at first in even getting inside until they had satisfied the custodian of the door that they were, the right sort. Then they were ushered into a large hall with white- washed walls.
Pictures of all kinds of sports and sportsmen decorated the walls. Seated in a huge chair at the 'end of the hall was Tom Allen, with a prize bulldog squatting each side of him. The hall was crowded with miners and toughs of all sorts and liquor flowed freely. A sixteen-feet ring occupied the centre, and at the suggestion of one of the visitors a couple of boys were put into the ring. The purse was put up by the English visitor. and the two boys put up a rattling scrap over nine rounds, when one put the other down for the full ten seconds.

After the scrap followed a sing-song. tale telling, etc., and it -was six a.m. before the visitors sought their hotel after a lively night's sport.

Tom Allen's word WAS law among those roughs, and woe 'betide any that upset him. He had a hundred trusties. all ready at any and every moment to do  " King's " bidding. Tom died at the age of 65, the cause of death being given as "general debility."

Thus they lived and died in those " Them there good old days."