Going down memory lane ....
I was looking into one of my dad's old scrap books today... the thought occurred to me that the amatuer boxing and the Golden Gloves touraments was by far more popular back in the 1950's than today and draw bigger crowds to the arena's and had by far more press coverage.
1950 article ...
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CROWLEY GETS THERE FUSTUS WITH MOSTUS
By BLACKI SHERROD -- Press Sports Editor
As any old barroom bouncer can tell you: there ain't no lick like the first, lick. If a man is forced into fisticuffs, that first punch is worth its weight in molars.
J. C. Crowley does his bouncing with gloves on his mitts, but he too is a firm believer in paste first that ye not be pasted.
Another young man, D-ick Garnia of Dallas also must be a convert to that line of reasoning today.
Crowley, the Fort Worth lightweight campaigner in the state (Texas) Golden Gloves tournament bested Mr. Garnia in exactly 35 seconds by the Will Rogers Colisuem clock last evening, and the first lick was the cause of it all.
Garnica comes highly recomended. He battled the veteran state champ Johnny O' Glee to a fare-thee-well in last year's Dallas regional meet. He is a boxer of some note, a cool, heady competitor.
But he never had a chance to show it last night. The bell rang, the lads advanced to the center and feinted breifly. Crowley launched his favorite persuader, a left hook, and the birds sang loudly.
Garnia, who said afterward that the blow stunned him into numbness, then took one of the most severe thumpings one human being can offer another in 35 seconds, without the benefit of machinery.
A ROOSTER
As the Dallas youth tried to hold on, Crowley used every club in his bag and they all connected cruelly. Ever see a rooster flog another? That was Crowley last night.
Just as it seemed that Garnica's noggin was weaking at the seams, the bout was stopped and Crowley declared the winner and world's champion, as far as Garnica was concerned.
Any other night the two might have fought a close three-round setto. But the first lick --- that left hook of the copperhead species -- was principally responible for sending Crowley into the quarterfinals on tap tonight at the coliseum. And labeling him as the lad to beat in the lightweight division.
I was looking into one of my dad's old scrap books today... the thought occurred to me that the amatuer boxing and the Golden Gloves touraments was by far more popular back in the 1950's than today and draw bigger crowds to the arena's and had by far more press coverage.
1950 article ...
Right Quick-like ---
CROWLEY GETS THERE FUSTUS WITH MOSTUS
By BLACKI SHERROD -- Press Sports Editor
As any old barroom bouncer can tell you: there ain't no lick like the first, lick. If a man is forced into fisticuffs, that first punch is worth its weight in molars.
J. C. Crowley does his bouncing with gloves on his mitts, but he too is a firm believer in paste first that ye not be pasted.
Another young man, D-ick Garnia of Dallas also must be a convert to that line of reasoning today.
Crowley, the Fort Worth lightweight campaigner in the state (Texas) Golden Gloves tournament bested Mr. Garnia in exactly 35 seconds by the Will Rogers Colisuem clock last evening, and the first lick was the cause of it all.
Garnica comes highly recomended. He battled the veteran state champ Johnny O' Glee to a fare-thee-well in last year's Dallas regional meet. He is a boxer of some note, a cool, heady competitor.
But he never had a chance to show it last night. The bell rang, the lads advanced to the center and feinted breifly. Crowley launched his favorite persuader, a left hook, and the birds sang loudly.
Garnia, who said afterward that the blow stunned him into numbness, then took one of the most severe thumpings one human being can offer another in 35 seconds, without the benefit of machinery.
A ROOSTER
As the Dallas youth tried to hold on, Crowley used every club in his bag and they all connected cruelly. Ever see a rooster flog another? That was Crowley last night.
Just as it seemed that Garnica's noggin was weaking at the seams, the bout was stopped and Crowley declared the winner and world's champion, as far as Garnica was concerned.
Any other night the two might have fought a close three-round setto. But the first lick --- that left hook of the copperhead species -- was principally responible for sending Crowley into the quarterfinals on tap tonight at the coliseum. And labeling him as the lad to beat in the lightweight division.