DON SAYS DON'T.

Auckland Star, Volume LXVIII, Issue 236, 5 October 1937, Page 17

DON SAYS DON'T.

HONOURS ARE EASY.

WOODS DREW FIRST BLOOD.

THE WAYS OF WBEBTUNG.

Don Noland is quite the nicest eort of chap to have about the place. He even bitee the hand that feeds him . . . jolts. At the Town Hall last night when the Auckland Wrestling Association presented another peace-time war in its padded ring, it was Joe "Kopach" Woods, who owned the hand that did the feeding, and he didn't like it, not the least little bit, even though he had earlier added to Noland's hair-reetorer problem. In the end it was a draw, in falls, in points, and in, well, honours of warfare.

It was the first bout decided in Auckland in the world title elimination contest, and though it drew the smallest house of the season, the crowd were given eight rounds of all-in offensive, in the ring and out of the ring, and even inbetween rounds. They seemed to like one another like a serious bridge four— and they etill have that argument to settle. In Sydney their bout was stopped just when it was getting interesting, and last night it was a draw. That earns them one point each in the tourney—after all that!

Great Expectations. "What do you expect me to do—kies him?" yelled Mr. Noland at the referee, Mr. Jack McLean, at one sta?e when that gentleman suggested a little gentler methods—but he re&lly didn't want an answer. He applied his own methods, and Woods responded in kind with Noland making all sorte of noises about it, most of which said "Don't." Woods was after blood, and he got it with a nice little jab with his left to Done nose during one exchange.

Through the opening rounds Woods was on top, giving jolts for kidney punches, and finally taking Noland on a sight-seeing tour in a eliort-arm eciseore. A jolt, a -wristlock, and a lifted knee got back eoinc of that at the start of the second, but Woods waltzed in with an "invitation to the knock-out" look in his eye, and jolted him into a corner. Joe stopped a punch there, and was arm-thrown, but he plucked a handful from Noland's head, and offered his own head in return. Xoland pulled, .ind—that was when his none started to bleed. "Watch that tirst." called Noland; he was in a surf-board at tho gong.

Woods went in with jolts at the start of the third, but stopped a kick in the bread-line and was taken down for punishment, and there was more hairpulling, with Woods the sufferer, before Woods came on top again with an attempt at a boston crab. He missed that, and was caught in a body-scissors, but drew an agony exhibition from Noland with a double toe-hold. Rabbit-punches fixed that, but Woods t:icked hie chin in and went hunting—George Walker style. Xoland fell and was back-slammed, but he fought off the press.

Wouldn't You? Again Woods was liuntin' in the fourth, but wae arm-thrown through the ropes. Woods' jolts landed heavily in succession as Xoland attempted to hold him in headlock!?, and again Xoland nearly fell to the slam. His knee canwrup again—but lie gasped '"Oli!" as a fi«l connected. That was it! Woods wae seized, up-ended, and hit the mat in a pile-driver for a fall.

They were at evens through a moderately quiet fifth, but in the sixth Woods ran into a head-tossing exhibition by Xoland, and had hit the mat several times before he brought a jolting frontal attack to bear. Again Xoland was nearly in the eurf-board, and in a jolting give and take the pair went cutside the lopes. They carried on there while the referee counted, and got back just in time. Woods flew immediately in a tackle, again, and then in a drop-kick, but Noland fell through the ropes, and was able to apply an Indian death-lock with his arm to laet out the round.

Woods continued the battery with head toeeee in the seventh, but a slap to the stomach and a drive to the back of the neck made it all square, with Xoland asking the referee, "What do you expect me to do?" Woods indicated. "Take thie," and opened out his jolting machine. Xoland responded, but he was mainly at the receiving end. Under six to the chin he went down, an easy victim to a dump and press. Honours remained that way to the end —one fall each, though Woode did suggest that his right hand had been bitten at one stage in the eighth. He had pulled Xoland's eare, and—well, there it was.

The Amateurs. Messre. G. Browne and G. Heald acted ae judges for the amateurs and Mr. W. Williamson ae referee. V. Aspin, 11.4, beat W. Hanken, 11.3, by one fall in the firet round with a prees. R. Jones, 9.12, beat A. Inglie, 9.13, on points. R. McPike, 10.10, and R. Double, 10.3. made things interesting with plenty of lively give-and-take, but McPike had the strength and he took the decision on points. S. Aepin, 11.10, beat J. Apps, 12.0, on points.