KEYS-TURNER REDIVIOUS.

NZ Truth, Issue 439, 22 November 1913, Page 3

KEYS-TURNER REDIVIOUS.

Purely a Boxing Exposition. Turner Surrenders after the Fifteenth. v <By "Boxer-. Major.") . • It could not be said that the "Elect" ot sinful Sydney swarmed. In legions to the Sydney Stadium, when Bob Turner and Hock !<uys were placarded to keys and Turner! What recollections a meeting between these men, at this stage, revive? What brilliant battles m the past they dellgntea us with? Five times they have now met — I have Hock's word for It, and he should know — nnd time Hock has emerged the victor. Only about four or live thousand men filtered

through Lhe poirals of the Stadium, and the hig majority were deadly disappointed with the display, and save frequent evidence of it by whistling the Dead March, yelling out. "Get work," and counting out, a piece tf diversion which is the delight of the troglodite who loves' to sco skin, hair, teeth and blud flying.- The contest was seldom, for a moment, exciting, t-ut as a 'pretty exposition of boxing it was a spectacle calculated to warm the cockles bf the heart of thc Gods. Arthur Scott was announced as tbe referee, but the meagre £ udiencc made enough noisy protest for a million, cUid with" a grim smile, and a glance at them, as much to say, "Blow y«'ii," or something even stronges, Astie gracefully retired, and the classic-faced Mick Dunn took his place, amidst loud acclamation. Both- of the old-timers twho bave not yet, as a matter of fact, reached the brink of a mild middle age) looked far heavier than this scribe, has seen them before. Their lightweight .limit has gone to the woods. Hock scaled 1u.6%, and Bob 10.7, and there was no , protuberant paunch visible to -.ha naked eye, either. , Bob was ?iven a great reception as he shot through the. rop-'-s clad In his old olue regalia, and the old familiar, "Hook: Hock: Hock." greeted Keys. "Ifs auite like old lime?," remarked .a ringsider, as the bell whirred and thoy shaped up. The story of happened can soon be related.* Hock won every round. He started early by paying attention to Bob's cammtssiariat department, which ,- brought forth sundry grunts. Both went like unto flashes of larded lightning m their movements, and their footwork and their fending and general evasion wero magnificent Tap, tap, and get -away without receiving the return tap was the rule, and Hock invariably shone out decisively. There was scarcely enough power m any punch, to. knock | a- hole m tho proverbial pound of butter. Keys fought (or, rather, boxed > with - the confidence ofa man -who could see no indications, of defeat on theT skyline. Once Bob drove him on to the ropes, and performed the pis-ton-rod act into tho body, which Hock simply took with smiling nonchalance. One swift, baulk, and then, like light- i ninjr'be sido-stup.ped from tbe rop •»s,_ and was m Lhe middle of the ring be* j | fore • you could say Jask Robertson. \ j And so it .continued to the seventh--I brilliant every moment as a boxing exhibition. The lovers of .blood and heavy bash at this stage began to reajr up. and count them out.. .Some decent chap, who ovynod a most stentorian \ : oice, vepr'ov«d them by roaring:. "Lie down, you sons of witches,' vi something very similar, and a shout ot laughter relieved the monotony. Bob scored with a stxßight flush to the mouth m the eighth, and o tiny trickle, of -the ruby serpentined down Hock's, chin. At tlu* stage many ringsiders found matters too glow for their tastes, so began to shift aiong and lile ouu Hock's, straight 'eCts to the face begun to become conspicuous, by their frequency. Bob's nose as a result commenced to wear the expression of a tomato that had been tapj.ed with. a mallet. He waa tiring perceptibly. Someone^ shouted out:. "Where is all this brutality of boxing we htar about?" Attention was attracted to tha 'circumstance that the fight was going slow by the fact that a very Iqrge man, m a brown suit, sitting behind the press bench, had monopolised four seats, and was fast asleep, and snoring audibly. Bob began to [lire more so. Hock began lo let him down light, just contenting hinvelf with evading Turner's dying atb.mpt.s. At the conclusion of the fifteenth I round Bob threw -up the sponge. As ; stated before, it was a .nagnlflcent [boxing '.-onUst, but tt r ever for a sec|ohd looktd aa if -a. coffin would be re- ! i quired. i