BOXING

Ashburton Guardian, Volume 56, Issue 279, 7 September 1936, Page 3

BOXING

NEW ZEALAND CHAMPIONSHIP. MOST SEMI-FINALS FOUGHT. WELLINGTON, Sepember 6. The finals have been reached in all except two classes in the New Zealand amateur boxing championships, and will be contested at the Town Hall tomorrow night. All the contestants on Saturday night fought well and had the crowd of 1500 in a state of continued excitement. Results: Light-Heavy-weight. Semi-final. Thornton (Hamilton), list 2Jlb, beat C. Marsh (Greymouth), 12st; C. Farmer (Auckland) list 7Hb, knocked out U. Nieholle (Hutt Valley) 12st. Middle-weiaht. M. Spring (Pahiatua) list 31b, beat T. Lister (Ashburton) list 61b; Boswell (Hutt Valley) list 31b, beat F. Mclvor (Mauawatu) list 51b; G. Law (Christchurch) list 31b, beat C. Marshall (Taranaki) list 1 Jib. Semi-final. Spring beat N. James (Pahiatua), Boswell beat Low. Welter-weight. D. Heeney (Gisborne) 10 st 51b beat G. Downes (Manawatu) 10st 1J lb; Johnson (Auckland) lOst 51b, beat J. Cad-

wallader (Wairarapa) lOst 141 b. W. G. Parris Wellington) lOst 21b, beat S. Jenkin (Oaraaru) lOst 4glb. Semi-final. J. Reedy (Southland) lOst 31b, beat Johnson; Parris beat Heeney. Light-weight. D. Eddington (Timaru) 9st 71b, beat J). Mclnnes (Napier) 9st 71b; N. Jenkin (Oamant) 9st 6 lb, knocked out N. Evans (Motueka) 9st 7jjlb; It. Baker (Southland) 9st 411 b, beat It. Dixon (Auckland) 9st 4jib, in a technical knockout. Feather-weight. W. Hawes (Greymouth) Bst 1241 b, beat J. Lumbers (Southland), Bst 131 b; J. O’Connor (Christchurch) Bst 111 b, knocked out J. Collins (Manawatu) Bst lljlb; P. Kelly (Auckland) Bst 11 jib, beat G. Thomas (Taranaki) Bst 111 b. Semi-final. G. Marshall (Wellington) Bst 121 b, beat Hawes. Bantam-weight. J. Parker (Wellington) Bst 3jib, beat C. Rayner (Marlborough) Sst 21b. Semi-final. B. McKay (Napier) Bst ojlb, beat W. Shaskey (Gisborne) Bst 3jlb. Fly-weight. D. Maddern (Taranaki) 7st 12jib, beat H. Allott (Auckland) 7st 7jib.

MAX SCHMELINCTS APOLOGY. SHOULD HAVE KNOCKED LOUIS IN FIFTH ROUND, Before the fight they said it wouldn’t be any use to go into Max Schmeljng’s dressing room after _Joe Louis finished with him. As matters turned out, only men with weighty frames could shoulder through the half delirous mob into the chambers of the destiny man who refused to be licked. “Yah, yah, I deed it!” shouted the slugging schalager hysterically. Scnmeling didn’t use up all his energy in flattening the erstwhile Biown Bomber in the twelfth round. He left the ring with plenty of reserve, and after letting off vocal steam lie sought an outlet for some of iris spare physical supply. He spotted Joe Jacobs, the peppery manager, in the middle of a huddle of scribes. That was his man—Yussell. Max drove headlong into the mass and came up with Jacobs on his shoulder. “We had a terrific struggle for a while,” screamed Jacobs. “Yah,” bellowed Max, “but we deed it!” “Where’s deli guys who named de round and de punch?” Jacobs bellowed. Joe’s eyes were dancing, dancing with fire and excitement. He really wasn’t sore, and if he had a chip on his shoulder Max diplomatically and gently knocked it off. “Don’t mind, boys,” lie said, in a honeyed tone. “J"oe, he’s excited.” Although the victor in a desisive manner, Max admitted he had an apology to make. He said he should have ended the bout not later than the fifth heat, but there was a reason. Those low blows ? They stung a bit. “It was very difficult for me to see out of my left eye after the third round ,” lie said, pointing to the orb which was sealed tighter than a tomb. “I really had him in tlie fourth, but I couldn’t follow up the advantage quickly. “You see, this Louis is a very smart boxer for a young fellow, and he has a good left hand. 1 had to be careful of it. After the fourth I knew I had him, so I decided to wait.” Bv now .Joe couldn’t restrain himseii any longer. He took the floor, and Schmeling went to the showers. “It worked out just as we planned,” ho said. “If you saw the fight you noticed Max landed the first hard punch In each round, and always managed to get in a couple of corkers just before the bell. That was our schen ITT, and it worked.”