REAL BOXING

Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 22, 26 January 1924, Page 19

REAL BOXING

THE MARaUESS OF CLYDESDALE

HOW. HE FIGHTg.

A new light; has arisen in boxing circles/ in England, one. of Britain's titled sons liaving proved- his, metal on several occasions lately. On. 6th. December a number of young men from the, 'Varsities appeared at the Stadium Club and blew a breath of fresh air into boxing. They romped after the manner of the full-blooded boy, and perhaps without meaning' to do so/ made faces at the high and mighty professors of the'ring. They fought; aiid they fought for honour and glory. There was among the competitors, of the championships "which have to do with Oxford and Cambridge, the hospital?, apd. the ciadets, the Marquess of Clydesdale, fair,haired, his white skin hij; off with pink, a Boftlyspoken youngstei1, who, from the very second he had put on the gloves, feught like a Trojan, as if he. fought for the sheer .joy of fighting. I remember him as a lad at Eton, writes. B. Beunison in the " Daily Telegraph," then, as a schoolboy boxed, he was much of a card, and now, when, he is approaching full manhood, he is all for taking his chances with the other fellow. As a boxer, it is easy to. pick holes in his methods; the old-fashioned amateur would not, for instance, approve of his swing, his love-of a rash-and a tear bnt for the purpose of tlie sport, which I am sure he.loves most, he is terribly cruelly workmanlike. His swing is a natnral swing; into his pnneh he puts his whole body and soul. He could no more, play light than he couldvfly; he is a fighter. First we saw him as a middleweight against T. W. Bache of' the University of Birmingham,'an immensely plucky youth, all heart. The marquis, tearing in, hammered his way to. victory in quick-time.- Then, greatly daring, he ventured among the lightheavyweights, and I saw him finish the winner on points in a furious affair with J. T. M'Ginn (Dublin University) A little rest and he raced threugh the middleweight finals against W B Treisman (University of London). He gave off more than a suggestion of tiredness m this bout; he took, very many hard knocks, but he kept his punch It was his punch that told, and I fell to saving, -as I watched him, by his splendid pugnacity, cut and carve his wav to victory, that it seemed as if he hid gone through the fire of the American ring, so relentless, so intent on getting there And there was the much "bitten Dick Smith,, coaoh. these days at Oxford, in the corner of the marquess, gloatad ov;upnebisneßS)thecouraeeofhis

~ "It does your heart good, governor " he whispered as he passed/men on the way to the dressing-room of his lordship But Dick Smith presented other Oxford boys, who fight because they like fiX ing, notably Eddie Eagon/the Rhodes scholar a heavyweight, gi yen) ]ilc £. fellow-American, to taking the shorte cut to victory.. A great evening's snort at the Stadium Club did I see TT pity was that there were not" more people to see it. It did much to Jvc the face of boxing -it assured us t , t the real, genuine British boy is what he ever was, a sportsman to the finder-