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Mail Tribune 100

July 5, 1917


Just as Mr. Red Corbet Watson of San Diego was about to put the finishing touches on Mr. Fighting Eddie Burns of San Francisco in the roped arena at the Ashland Roundup grounds yesterday noon, after having knocked Mr. Burns down five times in the three rounds, Sheriff Ralph Jennings jumped into the ring and shouted "Stop it! that's enough, boys." The end came in the third round of the scheduled ten-round bout.

Mr. Burns, who was almost in Sleepland, was carried to his corner and resuscitated; Mr. Red Watson, conqueror of Ben Anderson, and others, and his seconds, hastened away to the dressing rooms; Mr. Fred D. Merrill of Portland, the referee, looked annoyed; and the several hundred spectators, including quite a number of our foremost Medford gentlemen, briefly commented on the general pugilistic front and hurried back to town glad that it was all over.

Briefly, the boxing feature of the Ashland Roundup celebration, as embodied in the two contests of yesterday, was a real bloomer, a genuine frost both in attendance and as to fist exhibition. Yesterday's fiasco will without doubt put the soft pedal on prizefights or boxing tournaments in the Rogue river valley, and especially as a side feature of the Ashland Roundup.

The one-sided contests and the presence of about two dozen women made it seem more like a social event of some kind.

And the prices charged. Think of it, gentlemen! Three dollars for ringside seats, $2 for grandstand seats and $1 for bleachers. And all this in our beautiful valley which those Frisco prizefight promoters thought was so crowded with easy yokels anxious to part with their hard earned coin. But pity them, ye men of Jackson county, for their loss on the little venture is said to be about $1000.

Despite the fact that Sheriff Jennings interfered in the cause of humanity, Burns was clearly knocked out. He was all in and another slight tap would have put him out for good.