BLANDON THE MASTER

Northern Advocate, 19 May 1934, Page 2

BLANDON THE MASTER

TOO GOOD FOR DADO. A RAXT.VMAVRIGUT OF GRAGG. Any seasoned clove warrior—ing th; 1 pride-obstinate—will tell you that once you lose to a up-and-coming youngster, you haven’t a hope of beating him in a return battle. Well, that is not only fighting lore, lint the cruel

truth. Two months ago “Speedy” Dado, of the Philippine Islands, graded by a number of reliable critics as Xo. 1 on the list of the rvorld’s best ban-

tams, was taken along nicely for Id three-minute rounds and soundly beaten on points by the Australian bantam champion, “Darkle'" Rlandon, a lusty youth from Queanbeyan and Invcrell (X.S.W).

That was bad enough in itself. You couldn’t accuse the little copper-colour-ed lad of inflated vanity, if he had looked upon his trip to Australia much in the nature of a holiday. Who could there be to beat in Australia? Ho couldn’t regard Rlnndon much other than an honest small soul who had beaten all his rivals in the small towni", and was trying to do his beat in the big town of Sydney. In his first: tight with Rlandon ho had the shock of his fighting life when ho was treated with such disrespect as early as the first round and socked on the jaw with a healthy right. That night was a series of small earthquakes to the “little 00000,“ the slightest one being when he lost the decision. Others fell his way, when Rlandon, in giving him his chance of revenge, ■won more decisively on points than on the first occasion. Before lb/100 poopde, huddled together like shipwrecked sailors on a. raft, young Rlandon sledge-hammered .Dado around the Sydney Stadium ring for 15 full rounds, to the accompaniment of a tumult of cheering, which reached a crashing crescendo when Referee Wallis crowned the Australian youngster the winner. The scone was a memorable one.