Mighty Jack Dillon: The
By Mike Casey
Ernest Cutler Price, young, impressionable and determined,
couldn’t believe how fast his favourite horse could run. Lou Dillon was some
kind of sleek and lightning quick pony. It seemed he won every race he ever ran.
Ernest’s mind was made up. He was just embarking on his
professional boxing career and he needed a tough and rugged fighting name that
would command respect among his peers. In tribute to lightning Lou, Price would
call himself Jack Dillon and his reasoning was simple. “Lou Dillon is
unbelievable,” he explained. “I’ll call myself Jack Dillon and try to perpetrate
the name of Dillon among the unbeatables.”
Jack Dillon was never unbeatable, but he came remarkably close to
attaining that status during his prime years as a rampaging, rambunctious and
deceptively clever middleweight. Speedily working his way up from his starting
point of the lightweight division, Jack would become known as the Giant Killer,
using his natural domain of the middleweights as a springboard for regular and
impudent raids on the big boys.
In truth, the writers of the day never quite knew what to call
the stocky, muscled Dillon, such was his eclectic and devastatingly effective
style. A native of the Hoosier state of Indiana, Jack slugged and slashed and
tore into his opponents, but he was also slippery, cunning and deftly skilful.
He was the Hoosier Bearcat to many, the Hoosier Hurricane to many others. Local
sportswriters in Indianapolis dubbed him the Hoosier Clouter.
But for the harsh conditions of his time, when many deserving
fighters didn’t always get what they deserved, Dillon would surely have been a
legitimate world champion in at least one weight class. As it was, he could only
manage a claim of the light heavyweight championship and unofficial recognition
as the world’s best middleweight. The top middleweights ran away from him and
even big Jess Willard blanched after he saw Dillon’s comprehensive thrashing of
How great was Jack Dillon? In some 250 battles, he was beaten
officially just seven times, and most of those losses occurred as his
hyperactive career was finally winding down. At his absolute best, in the
classic 160-pound division, only Frank Klaus and that tragically forgotten
genius, Eddie McGoorty, defeated Dillon. Jack fought both men four times,
finishing about level with Klaus in the no-decision days but never quite
It was a fantastic era for quality middleweights. Klaus was a
lineal world champion who defeated Billy Papke and Georges Carpentier and fought
a draw with Stanley Ketchel. McGoorty, who held a claim to the championship,
could well have been one of the greatest of all if he hadn’t celebrated his
victories so enthusiastically. Clever Eddie, from Oshkosh, Wisconsin, had a love
of the booze that sadly went beyond common sense, and the hard stuff prematurely
eroded his great talent and many skills.
In his pomp, he was an exceptional fighter who possessed all the
essential tools. His damaging left hand alone became famously known as
McGoorty’s Electric Left.
Here is how James (Jimmy) Butler, the famous English boxing
writer, described McGoorty: “Eddie had learned his boxing in a college
gymnasium, where he acquired a style that was a sheer joy to watch. It proved so
effective, indeed, that, at the age of fifteen, after fighting three men in one
evening, he found himself Wisconsin State champion.
“American though he was, he did not fight according to the
American plan. There was nothing of the whirlwind, two-fisted, punch-swapping
infighter about him. He had, in fact, one of the most perfect English styles I
have ever seen in the ring. His long left, straight and rigid as a bar of steel,
he used like a rapier. He kept it continually poking and jabbing into his
opponent’s face; and always he fought with an icy calm that nothing could
“His terrible left hook – McGoorty’s Electric Left – was
something to marvel at. It was one of the most devastating punches I have seen –
fast, accurate and perfectly timed – and when it connected there was usually no
need for the referee to start counting.
“Success, I suppose, went to his head, and he began stepping out.
When he went to Australia to meet the great Les Darcy, Darcy twice knocked him
out in fifteen and eight rounds, and Eddie returned to America paying tribute to
him as a wonderful fighter. But fighting fit, I am confident that not even Les
Darcy could have held him.”
It took an Eddie McGoorty, then, to put anything past the
intimidating Jack Dillon. And Jack did indeed have an imposing presence. The
close-cropped hair, the hooded blue eyes, the barrel chest and the thick arms
were all disquieting indicators of the fury that came with him. Who did Dillon
fight? Just about everybody. His sprawling record is very nearly on a par with
that of Harry Greb in terms of both volume and quality. The two whirlwinds
actually clashed when Jack was on the wane and Harry was on the rise. It was one
of the rare occasions when Dillon lost his composure. Frustrating by his
decaying skills, Jack became increasingly red-faced and angry as the sprightlier
Greb made hay.
Now hold your breath, if you will, and consider some other names
on the Dillon record, most of whom Jack beat: Bob Moha, Leo Houck, Hugo Kelly,
Jack Sullivan, Joe Thomas, Gus Christie, Fireman Jim Flynn, Gunboat Smith,
Charley Weinert, Billy Miske, Frank Moran, Mike Gibbons and Al McCoy.
Historian Tracy Callis describers Jack thus: “Dillon was a tough,
hard-hitting, aggressive attacker who moved well and possessed an abundance of
stamina. He was considered by many to be a smaller version of Jack Dempsey.
“The short and stocky Hoosier Bearcat was a buzzsaw fighter who
was very busy in the ring. He applied pressure and had a good right hand punch,
but lacked the paralysing power of the Manassa Mauler. Yet Dillon gave his foes
a beating. Tough and durable, Jack lost only seven official contests in 249
“According to some reports, Jack laid claim to the middleweight
championship in 1912 when he beat Leo Houck. Some say he won the light
heavyweight championship of the world the same year by defeating Hugo Kelly.
Others contend that Dillon won the light heavy title by beating Battling
Levinsky in 1914. Still others contend he never won it – just claimed it by
beating the top light heavies of the time.”
According to historian and film collector, Mike Hunnicut,
legendary trainer Teddy Hayes had all the time in the world for Dillon. Says
Mike: “Hayes, who handled around twenty world champions from Joe Gans to Mickey
Walker, considered Dillon to be the greatest fighter he ever saw, with the
possible exception of Dempsey, and absolutely one of the most decent men he ever
knew. Dillon was slick and powerful but was so often outweighed. It was no
surprise at all to anybody that the writers of The Ring magazine voted Jack the
greatest light heavyweight ever in their special issue of 1969.
“You see, from right out of the box, when Dillon was just
seventeen, he was considered one hell of a prospect. By the time he was
eighteen, he was boxing championship fighters. Being aggressive and fearless, he
reached his peak early from 1912 through 1914 as a devastatingly talented
middleweight who almost never lost and regularly engaged bigger opponents at
light heavy and heavy.
“Dillon never weighed more than 175 pounds, yet no man – whether
white, black, purple or green - ever went out of his way to fight Jack. He was
probably as tough a human who ever held a title as any man. You didn’t bet
against Jack Dillon in his prime years, unless he had fought a Gene Tunney or a
Sam Langford. And even Sam never chose to fight Dillon.”
How Does This Guy Do It?
By 1912, boxing reporters were already marvelling at Jack
Dillon’s toughness and endurance, and offering all manner of plausible and
fanciful theories on why the Hoosier Bearcat had never been knocked off his
One wrote: “Jack’s unique record is due to his perfect health
combined with his peculiar make-up. Dillon has a mighty chest and possesses
perfect lung power. His head is not overly large but is set on a short neck,
which connects with the torso by a set of deeply buried muscles and ligaments of
“The result is that the base of Jack’s brain is not easily
shocked by a blow on the jaw, and even if he should receive an unusually hard
blow, his great lung power immediately comes to the rescue, sustaining the heart
action and the nerve centre.”
In the early days, there were plenty of tough guys who came to
test Jack Dillon’s heart action and nerve centre. In 1911, at the Indianapolis
Auditorium, Jack hooked up with the incredible Bob Moha for the first of their
five-fight series. Moha was quite a character, often referred to as the
Milwaukee Wild Man or The Caveman. Bear-like in physique, Bob was described by
one ringsider as having Jack Johnson’s arms and Sam Langford’s stature.
Moha’s tussle with Dillon was hailed as one of the best fights
ever seen in Indianapolis, but Dillon always controlled the action. Wild man Bob
moved around the ring with surprising grace, but he was clearly hurt and
flustered by Dillon’s constant raids, as Jack rushed in hurling lefts and
rights. Occasionally, Moha would sneak an effective left uppercut through
Dillon’s guard, but Jack confirmed his superiority in the eighth round when he
launched a major two-fisted attack and drove Moha all over the ring. No official
decision was rendered, but the unanimous popular vote went to Jack.
Two years later, in May 1913, Jack Dillon sought to even the
score with Frank Klaus in a ten-rounds fight at the Washington Park Arena in
Indianapolis. The two men had already battled to a pair of no-decisions, but
Klaus had clinched the one that mattered with a 20-rounds verdict over Dillon at
San Francisco in March, 1912. Frank had defended his middleweight championship
claim in that battle, but a wholly different story unfolded in the fourth
meeting at Washington Park.
Typical of Jack’s tough luck, Klaus did not defend his title
claim in this contest. By the time of the fight’s conclusion, most ringsiders in
the crowd of 11,000 felt that Frank had a lofty opinion of himself in parading
as the world’s premier middleweight.
Klaus, clearly unsettled by Dillon’s buzzsaw style, spent most of
the contest clinching and trying to block Jack’s incoming blows. There were
times when Dillon outpunched Frank by a ratio of eight to one. After a slow
start, Jack outboxed and outfought Klaus completely through the last five
The crowd got impatient with Frank’s defensive tactics in the
early going, and Jack found it difficult to force the cagey Klaus out of his
shell. From the sixth round, Dillon upped his workrate and began to accumulate
points with accurate jabs and hurtful blows to the face. Klaus bled throughout
the fight, but both boys looked strong all the way.
By the ninth round, Frank appeared groggy from Dillon’s
persistent attention. Jack hooked a left to the face and then chased Klaus all
over the ring, firing off lefts and rights. Klaus held Dillon and then ducked
under a big right swing, but Jack nailed Frank with another right that nearly
floored him. Dillon won the round comfortably and now it was just a matter of
sealing the unofficial victory.
Jack’s damaging left hook, which had now become famous in fight
circles, was employed along with jolting uppercuts to have Frank on the retreat.
Dillon landed five uppercuts in a row at one point and was virtually hitting
Klaus at will as the bout drew to a close. Few were left in any doubt that Jack
Dillon was the greatest middleweight in the world.
By 1915, Jack must have been feeling as wanted as Typhoid Tom.
Other contenders searching for prospective opponents took good care to leave
Dillon off their shopping list.
Jack was feeling the strain of being the invisible man and had no
qualms about venting his frustration. “I’m having a pretty tough time of it now
just getting fights,” he told reporters. “The other middleweights don’t seem to
want any of my stuff. I hate to get rusty and if I can’t coax McGoorty, Levinsky,
Jimmy Clabby or some of the others in the ring with me, I’ll go after the
Jack Dillon was now one of the most feared fighters in the sport,
with all the ups and downs that such a reputation brings. In an effort to shake
some of the shy contenders out of the tree, Jimmy Johnston of the St Nicholas
Arena in New York, made a standing offer to match any light heavyweight in the
world against Dillon, who was generally acknowledged as the unofficial kingpin
of the light heavies and the middleweights.
Some months later, writer Lowell McCormick, in mischievous
humour, posed the following questions: “Did the pugs in the east rush Jimmy
Johnston off his feet in their eagerness to sign up articles for a bout? Did all
the promising young huskies jump at the chance to take a crack at the champion?
The answer is no – the offer remains untouched to this very day.
“Last winter, Charley Weinert won a long string of victories and
was being unanimously acclaimed as being one of the cleverest of the
middleweights that had ever donned the mitts. And then he met Jack and his
winning streak was given an abrupt and jarring quietus when a strong Dillon left
intimate acquaintance with one of the vital spots of his anatomy.
“A short time later, Dillon, in looking for an opponent, made
Weinert an attractive proposition for a return go. But not for Charley – he
matched himself up with Jim Coffey instead.”
If Charley Weinert lacked willingness, he certainly wasn’t devoid
of common sense in steering a wide berth of Dillon. In November, 1914, Jack
stopped Charley in two rounds at the Olympia Athletic Club in Philadelphia. A
year later, at Madison Square Garden, Weinert’s beating was more prolonged. In
fact he didn’t just get beaten. He got shredded and darn nearly decapitated on
Charley was being groomed as a challenger to heavyweight
champion, Jess Willard, but received a terrific hammering from Jack The Giant
Killer. Outweighed by fifteen pounds and out-reached by six inches, Dillon
repeatedly pumped punches to Weinert’s stomach until Charley’s head finally
began to dip. It seemed at times that it might be torn from his neck as Jack
repeatedly connected with vicious blows. Weinert was nearly knocked out in the
fifth and ninth rounds, being saved by the bell on both occasions.
Assessing Jack Dillon’s many fighting strengths, Lowell McCormick
wrote: “Dillon has a left hook that is the terror of all other ring artists of
“In one respect, Jack Dillon is a close resemblance to old Bob
Fitzsimmons. He can fight in three classes – middleweight, light heavyweight and
heavyweight. Bob is the only man in the world that ever held championships at
all three weights. It is Dillon’s ambition to equal old Fitz’s performance.
“A glance over Dillon’s record shows that he has been one of the
busiest fighters that ever donned the gloves. He is a glutton for work and in
addition always likes to mix it up.
“Dillon is one of the best built boxers in the ring. He is always
in fighting trim, never carrying any superfluous weight around with him. On
account of his great activity and splendid record, many New York newspaper
critics think that he is at present the only man who has a chance to defeat Jess
While Jack Dillon found it frustratingly hard to lure the big
names out of their rabbit holes, there was certainly no shortage of fights to be
had. There never was in Jack’s incredibly competitive era. Consider that in 1915
alone, he had twenty-seven fights that are known to us. In just under eight
years since turning pro in 1908, Jack had put more than 170 recorded battles on
his log. It is quite permissible to draw a sharp breath at those statistics or
even fall off your chair. We simply don’t know the like of it these days.
Jack’s wily manager, Sam Murbarger, was always shrewd enough to
keep the right people sweet. When Dillon was slated to fight ‘a big tough
fellow’ in Yankee Gilbert, Murbarger fired off the following letter to promoter
Ed Harter in Lima, Ohio:
Indianapolis, Ind., August 12, 1915.
Mr Ed Harter, Norval Hotel, Lima, Ohio.
My Dear Sir: In accepting your terms for Dillon to box this big
tough fellow, I am taking in consideration the fact that you have the hustling
ability to present the match to the public in a way that will make them realise
that they are seeing the greatest of the present day boxers in action. I am
enclosing to you, under separate cover, some latest photos of the champ, which I
hope will be of some use to you.
Lima is one real town and the boxing game conducted on business
principles and honesty will draw good.
Best wishes from Jack,
Dillon stopped Yankee Gilbert in four rounds.
Gunboat Smith And Frank Moran
Jack Dillon kept his promise and went hunting for bigger game.
Initially the dreadnoughts weren’t afraid to take him on. They figured that a
little fellow like Jack, for all his furious glove tossing, couldn’t do them
that much harm. Two men who were given sobering cause to revise that haughty
opinion were Gunboat Smith and Frank Moran.
Gunboat took his turn at the Milwaukee Auditorium on March 16,
1915. His joust with Jack proved to be a colourful contest in more ways than
one. Dillon took to the ring in what one witty reporter described as “… the
finest pair of pea-green silk tights Indianapolis could produce.”
By the time the fight was over, however, pink was most definitely
the prevailing hue. It was the colour of Gunboat Smith’s body from the neck down
from where Dillon had been pounding it.
Jack’s consistent body attack was the cornerstone of his
overwhelming triumph. Most ringsiders could only give Smith a share of the
eighth and tenth rounds. Dillon was altogether stronger and more versatile than
the Gunboat. Jack showed his deft skills by repeatedly making Smith miss, either
by shoving the Gunboat’s leads to one side with the left glove or by slipping
Smith tried earnestly and improved his work in the later rounds,
but his ten-pound weight advantage failed to make an impression. Dillon trumped
him completely in power and speed. Jack was a master in the clinches, hustling
all the time and thumping meaty blows to the body. The gutsy Gunboat never took
a backward step, but he was like a man trying to trap a tornado in a jar.
If the Gunboat got a shock, then big Frank Moran, he of the Mary
Ann right hand, got a bigger one at Washington Park in Brooklyn on June 29,
1916. Frank was riding high, fresh from giving world champion Jess Willard a
respectable argument. But how Frank underestimated Jack Dillon!
Moran’s attitude was perhaps understandable. Willard was the
biggest man in the game, freakishly so for that era. Jack Dillon seemed like a
pygmy by comparison at 170lbs. Frank, with his 204lbs of beef, would quickly
sweep away this upstart who thought he could whip heavyweights.
But those 204lbs of Moran’s didn’t form the finely chiselled body
of an athlete. Frank trained for the Dillon fight at White Sulphur Springs in
New York, but lacked enthusiasm and pep. Come fight time, many wondered if he
had trained at all. ‘Hog fat’ was the expression used by some to describe his
Frank didn’t seem greatly concerned and his mind was obviously
set on a quick knockout before moving on to more meaningful and appealing
assignments. Then he shot his bolt. Going all out in the third round, Moran
tried to blast Dillon out of the fight with a major assault. He hurt Jack badly
with big punches to the head and body, but soon realised that Dillon was an
exceptionally tough and ambitious man with a granite jaw. Jack showed great ring
generalship under fire, cleverly skipping out of range whenever Frank set
himself to fire his famous right.
Moran kept swinging wildly, firing off the kind of hard and
vicious blows that had shaken Willard. But Dillon was unflustered by the attack
and Moran was equally unsuccessful in the fourth round when he expended the last
of his energy. Frank was desperately tired thereafter and his punches lacked
steam. His arms were like lead weights and he became an easy target for the
quick and aggressive Dillon, who proceeded to give Moran a rare thrashing.
Dillon certainly resembled the coming Jack Dempsey in miniature.
Launching charge after charge, the Bearcat allowed Moran no respite, smashing
lefts and rights to the head and body and mixing in jolting uppercuts and jabs.
One thunderous right cracked against Frank’s nose and spattered his face with
Moran, all too aware that he had disastrously misjudged Dillon,
clinched and leaned on at every opportunity, knowing now that he could well
suffer the ultimate indignity of being knocked out. Jack cut Frank badly,
loosened several of his teeth, gashed one of his eyes and administered a
consistent beating to the body. It became an absolute rout and onlookers agreed
at the end that Hoosier Jack had registered the greatest win of his career. It
was reckoned that Dillon outpunched Moran by a ratio of five to one. Jack was
consistently faster on his feet, outslugged Frank and outboxed him. There had
been no hiding place for Moran, not even in the clinches where Dillon had
pounded his body with cold expertise.
One ringside reporter noted: “He doled out to Moran a worse
beating than Jack Johnson and Jess Willard combined gave the blond
Former heavyweight champion, James J Corbett, had some very firm
opinions on what he had seen. Said Gentleman Jim: “There is no doubt as to the
winner of last night’s encounter. The little bearcat from the west was too
clever, too fast and knew too much for Moran. So the honours all go to Dillon.
“For the first four rounds, it looked as though it would be a
good fight, but Moran could not stand off nature and he slowed up terribly. He
was so slow that Dillon walked around Moran, hitting him at every opportunity
with no real defence offered.
“The result, once more, proves that a little success is more than
fatal; is absolutely dangerous. Moran entered the ring in very poor condition.
He carried too much weight as everyone at the ringside could see. Moran made the
costly mistake of not training faithfully and underestimating his opponent.
“This has proved the downfall of many rising ring stars as the
records will show. A fighter cannot be excused for entering the ring in poor
shape, for that is something that should never happen.
“I think a fight to the finish between Dillon and Moran would be
a fistic treat, but Moran must be in the shape he was when he fought Willard. No
man dare face Dillon unless he is in perfect condition, for the little fellow is
the best of his size I’ve ever seen. Prosperity must never get to your head. One
must always be prepared.”
Jack Dempsey had also seen something and learned something. The
young and still raw Dempsey had sparred with Dillon during his preparation for
Moran. On the subway back to New York, Manassa Jack knew he was headed for the
top of the tree. Turning to his manager of the time, Jack Price, Dempsey said:
“So that’s the great Jack Dillon. Well, I can lick him.”
Famous referee Billy Roche was fond of Dillon and related an
amusing story: “Dillon was at his best against the cumbersome giants of his
time. He belted out Fireman Jim Flynn and knocked James J Corbett out of the
heavyweight business when he tagged Tom Cowler, a big Englishman, with an
explosive punch. Jim Corbett considered Cowler a coming champion. Jim sat near
the Briton’s corner.
“Cowler towered over Dillon like a lighthouse above its rocky
base. Dillon kept peaking up at Cowler’s chin while they were getting
instructions. Corbett rooted enthusiastically for Cowler, but not for long. In
the second, as the former champion shouted advice to the Englishman, Dillon
ducked under a roundhouse swing, reached up and planted a left hook to the point
of the chin. Cowler crashed to the canvas – out cold. Thereafter, Corbett
confined himself to the stage.”
It never was a good idea to underestimate ‘little’ Jack Dillon
and many paid a savage price for doing so. In 1915, the highly confident Norman
(Kid) Anthony volunteered to lace ‘em up with Jack at Dillon’s training camp.
The Kid had spent the whole day telling anyone who would listen what a good
boxer he was.
In the light of what transpired, it was difficult to gauge the
Kid’s talent. Dillon smashed him on the nose with one punch and knocked him out
in the first round.
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