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_ New
York, March 15. - Packey Mc-
Farland, flushed with his victory over
Owen Moran, now claims he is the only
real simon pure light-weight champion
boxer of the world.
_ "I
can fight at the American light-weight
limit, 133 pounds," said McFarland. And,
what is more, I am willing to do so. I
never have been beaten and I think this
record counts for something, inasmuch
as I have earned decisions over men who
have been champions."
_ To
substantiate his claims Packey point-
ed out that Kid Lavigne, Frank Erne and
Joe Gans all fought and won the title
at 135 and 136 pounds.
_ McFarland's
victory over Moran in the
10-round bout decided last evening, was
decisive, and leaves no doubt as to which
is the better man. The pace was fast.
Moran, standing straight and fighting like
a little bulldog, was bewildered by Mc-
Farland's speed, but he tried his best
every inch of the way. Packey made him
miss swing after swing, yet Moran smiled
confidently as he tried the next one.
Packey seemed to like the infighting quite
as well as Moran, and he had the best
of it. He always managed to land sev-
eral blows for Moran's one, and they were
snappy, stinging punches that would have
worn down any fighter less enduring than
the game little Briton.
_ Packey
would hold his long left out,
push it against Moran's head, so that
said block would bend backwards and
then he'd shoot the right either to the
chin or body.
_ In
the fifth round Packey brought a
hard swinging upper cut, landed under
Moran's chin and fairly lifted him from
his feet.
_ The
sixth was a hot session. Packey
started out as if intent upon landing a
knockout. He put in several hard straight
rights, and Moran ducked out of danger
so cleverly that the crowd gave him a
rattle of applause. Moran came back with
hard swings, which Packey ducked in turn.
Then Packey started an aggressive rush
that forced Moran into a corner. Before
he could recover or slip aside Packey
swung a right uppercut. The blow caught
Owen on the chin and lifting him from
his feet tossed him through the ropes.
He fell in a sitting position outside on
the edge of the platform, with his legs
over the lower rope of the ring. For a
moment Owen looked up with a grin,
and then he scrambled back through the
ropes and danced away from Packey's
eager rush.
_ There
was no let-up. McFarland was
rushing continually, pawing with his left,
shooting rights over, landing uppercuts
as he came close, and punching Moran's
body as they came to a clinch. Near the
end of the seventh the result of the pun-
ishment showed. Moran was weak and a
little slow. He soon recovered.
_ From
that time on there wasn't a dull
second. McFarland was trying his best,
and Moran stood up against his rushes,
rushed now and then himself and fought
like a gamecock. The end of the tenth
round found McFarland with a big lead,
but Moran smiling and dancing about as
cockily as ever.
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