PDA

View Full Version : Hit The Road Jack: Riding The Rods With The Colorado Tiger



GorDoom
03-24-2006, 04:28 PM
Hit The Road, Jack: Riding The Rods and Hanging Tough with The Colorado Tiger

By Mike Casey from Boxing Scene

Around 1911, within the dark and sweaty confines of a copper mine in Bingham Canyon, Utah, sixteen-year old Jack Dempsey got angry and showed a select audience what the future held for him. The lean and muscled youngster was working quietly on his own when the bully of the crew started throwing dirt at him for a laugh. Dempsey gave his tormentor every chance to desist, but then the bully made his biggest mistake by starting to swing his fists.

Jack began to circle him in the chilling manner that he would circle and snare so many great heavyweights in the years to follow. Fellow miners who had picked up on the commotion began to lay bets as they waited for the first blow to be struck. They didn’t have to wait long. Only one punch was thrown as Dempsey crossed a right to the jaw and knocked his man out.

“Fighting soon followed me into the mining camp,” Jack would later recall. “My powerful fists were my prized assets – my only assets, come to think of it – and no one could take them away from me.”

This was the kind of tough life that Jack Dempsey led, before he even got around to he tough business of prize-fighting in earnest. In the gentler and more accommodating era in which we now live, it is essential that we do not forget the unforgiving, rough-and-tumble canvas on which the fighters of Dempsey’s era had to paint their masterpieces. In ranking the fighters of different eras, most of us are guilty of setting the usual parameters and using the familiar old yardsticks: number of fights, number of wins, championship reign, quality of opposition etc. What we seldom do, in the case of older boxers, is dig beneath the surface and assess the number of ‘life’ fights they had to win before they became actual fighters.

There is nothing misty-eyed or romantic about making such comparisons and highlighting the hardships of boxers from early times. For we are certainly not harking back to the ‘good old days’ when everything in the garden was rosy. Ordinary folk in Dempsey’s era had to work insufferably hard in the hope of breaking even, often travelling huge distances to obtain work. Jack and his family uprooted from the ‘feud country’ of West Virginia and hauled themselves all the way out to Manassa, Colorado, for a new life and a new chance. Many other poor families did likewise.

Ill health was dreaded, because so many illnesses were incurable. Diabetes, now so common and manageable, was a killer before the discovery of insulin in 1919. People with mental problems went straight to the asylum, because they surely had to be mad. Captains of industry couldn’t rely on analysts to tell them to wear a coat when it rained. A generation of young men from Boston to San Francisco hacked away at menial jobs in the hope that something better – anything better – would show up.

Jack Dempsey, before he met Jack Kearns and Tex Rickard, before he even became Kid Blackie, was just one young man trapped in this frantic hive of quiet desperation. He travelled for miles, rode hobo-style on the rods of trains, worked at back-breaking jobs and frequently got knocked back. But Dempsey had one crucial ace in the hole. Unlike so many of his contemporaries, he wasn’t drifting aimlessly. He knew his strengths and he knew what he wanted to do.

That initial victory in the Bingham Canyon mine, small and irrelevant in the great scheme of things, had fired Jack. The other miners wanted to shake his hand. Suddenly he was somebody special. He had worked the mine with his older brother, Bernie, but no longer was he seen as Bernie’s kid brother.

Great men, irrespective of their backgrounds, always seem to have crystal vision. Assessing those early days of his life, Dempsey would say, “As I covered ground, moving from place to place and from job to job, I came to the conclusion that I was master of my own fate. I was determined that if I didn’t find a way to become successful, I would make one. As a young man, I saw no limits in what I could do. My options for success were countless. My long range goal was to become a champion – and now I ate, slept and dreamed of it.”

Blessed

History blurs our perception of many fighters, to the point where we are often left with unfair and inaccurate stereotypes. Jack Dempsey is a pertinent case in point. Generally grouped together with the likes of Rocky Marciano, Joe Frazier and Mike Tyson, Jack is lately classified as a swarmer and a slugger. A good number of today’s fans even dismiss Jack as a ‘crude banger’, presumably on the basis of the few old, herky-jerky movies we have of him.

Well, Dempsey could swarm and he could slug. But the natural talent that he possessed in abundance was much more versatile than that. Nat Fleischer, founder of The Ring magazine, compared Jack’s cunning to that of Jack Johnson. As late as 1969, Fleischer wrote, “For all round superiority, no champion in ring history compared with Dempsey. Dempsey had everything. There was nothing lacking in his make-up.”

Jack’s weaving style was one of his greatest strengths. Unlike most of the fighters he is now compared to, he rarely attacked in a straight line. He circled constantly, mixed his punches and could box when boxing was called for. It was Fleischer’s considered opinion that Dempsey possessed science and cleverness far above the ordinary boxer.

Without doubt, however, Jack’s greatest gifts were his punching power, his ability to hit correctly and his innate sense of timing. He was blessed with tough, big-boned hands, which were unusually square across the knuckles. The manual work of his early days equipped him with the powerful arms, shoulders and back which were the engine room of his punching power. Hi leverage was exceptional, as he combined the muscles of his legs with his upper body for maximum impetus.

These were the important factors that set Dempsey apart from his supposed soul brothers in boxing history. Jeffries, Marciano, and Frazier were so often likened to marauding bears. Jack was a tiger, and there was the difference. Only the prime Tyson matched him for the shocking speed and impact of his attack.

Honed

By 1916, Jack Dempsey was still very much a rough diamond in need of polishing, but the emerging talent was there for all to see as he began to hit the road and take any fights he could get in the sprawling towns of the Old West. He jumped a freight train and rode the rods into Salt Lake City, where he had a great idea.

Jack needed stiffer competition and he knew it. He had been fighting professionally for around two years, knocking over amateurs and semi-pros whose names sparkled far more greatly than their talent: guy like Chief Gordon and Two Round Gillian.

Walking into a gym, Dempsey introduced himself as Kid Blackie and boldly announced that he would fight any man available. But Jack’s reputation was already spreading and he found only a few takers, fighting them for peanuts. He took a job as a porter at the Hotel Utah in return for free food and board, engaging in fights when he could get them. But the competition was drying up fast as many ambitious young fighters began to head East for the real action. Dempsey still didn’t consider himself ready for that kind of move and made the decision to head back to his native Colorado via the rods.

You have to ask yourself how many young fighters today would opt for a less strenuous way of life in such trying circumstances. Dempsey was giving of his best and getting no return. Just a year before, he had lost his earnings of a hundred dollars after his losing fight with the tough Johnny Sudenberg in the brutal heat of Goldfield. When Jack woke up the following morning, stiff and bruised and feeling as if he had been in a stampede, he discovered that his money had gone along with his carefree manager.

Dempsey sucked up all these disappointments, so determined was he to make the grade. The tough life only served to make him a tougher man as he rode the rods back to Colorado by way of the hobo jungles. There were times when he was kicked off the train by rail officials, often in the middle of nowhere. Hanging precariously to the rods, Jack would battle to keep himself warm in the colder months while shutting his eyes to avoid the blinding cinders. Tiredness was his most dangerous foe. The mail trains would hurtle along the track at up to seventy miles per hour and Dempsey would tie his hands and feet to the train’s lower rungs with light chains or anything he could find.

In Colorado, Dempsey would walk into saloons and challenge the local toughs to fight him. Jack won most of these brawls, but the pickings were still lean and he was going nowhere. He had to make the big move. The big move East.

New York

Moving East meant only one thing in Jack Dempsey’s time: going to New York. It was a daunting prospect for a still innocent youngster from a small town, as Jack admitted: “The prospect of going to New York made me fairly leap out of my skin. Only later did I realise that New York never wants you – it’s you that wants New York. These were words that Damon Runyon repeated to me many years later. He was absolutely right.”
When Dempsey and his latest manager Jack Price hit New York in the summer of 1916, the Big Apple was experiencing a sapping heatwave. The two men looked hideously conspicuous as the trudged the sidewalks. They had less than thirty dollars between them and badly needed a bath and shave. Dempsey was carrying what little he possessed in a cardboard suitcase.

But Jack was eager to get on and establish his presence in this new and intimidating arena. He visited as many of the city’s sports editors as he could find, eagerly telling them about his twenty-six knockout victories and showing them his press clippings. He quickly learned that New York was a parochial giant which had little knowledge or regard for anything going on elsewhere. None of the sports hacks had heard of the kid from Colorado, nor of some elaborately named guy called the Boston Bearcat, who was Jack’s most notable victim to date.

Back in Ogden, Utah, in February of that year, Dempsey had knocked out the enormous Bearcat with a salvo of punches in the first round. To Jack, that meant everything. Rumour had it that even the great Sam Langford hadn’t been able to knock the tough and charismatic Bearcat off his feet. But that was Ogden, Utah, and where the hell was that? Most New Yorkers were more familiar with London.

Only one man gave Dempsey the time of day, and that was the astute and worldly Damon Runyon, who originally hailed from a very different Manhattan in the wilderness of Kansas. Runyon put himself around just as Dempsey did. He had seen Jack fight and had liked what he saw. He told the disillusioned youngster that it was a devil of a job to make an impact in New York and not to give up the fight.

Dempsey would remember those words and learn their value as he soldiered on, gamely trying to sell himself to the big city whilst hoping to hook up with one good and honest manager who could stay the distance. Jack Price was already close to heading back home after receiving a wire to say that his mother was ailing in Salt Lake City. He and Dempsey were getting on each other’s nerves in the cheap room they shared, where the luxuries included a bed, a sink and a light bulb.

Dempsey was training at Grupp’s 116th Street Gym and had one more fight under Jack Price’s management, a risky assignment at the Fairmont Athletic Club against a blond giant called Andre Anderson. It was a wild slugfest and very nearly a disaster for Dempsey, who was pitching his 173lbs against Anderson’s 215. Big Andre went for the fast knockout and decked Jack several times in a tumultuous opening round. Some ringsiders urged the referee to stop the fight, but Dempsey clawed his way back into the fray and had Anderson on the run at the end of ten bruising rounds. The fight was a no-decision affair, but Damon Runyon tabbed Jack the winner and praised the raw young tiger in his morning report. It was the night that Jack officially became Jack Dempsey. Runyon dubbed him the Manassa Mauler.

John The Barber

One step forward and two steps back. This was the story of Dempsey’s life as he struggled to break free from the pack and surge through the fiercely competitive field of his day. When Jack Price went back to Salt Lake City, Dempsey had another nasty surprise. Business was very often conducted on a simple handshake at that time, and Dempsey never did have an official contract with any of his managers, including Jack Kearns.

Along came a character called John ‘The Barber’ Reisler to inform the young fighter that he was under new management. Reisler claimed that Price had sold him Dempsey’s non-existent contract. John The Barber also had some fancy ideas about Dempsey’s next opponent, dropping the names of such established killers of the ring as Sam Langford and Gunboat Smith.

Jack couldn’t believe it. This guy Reisler was trying to get him slaughtered. Dempsey protested and still wasn’t happy when the tough John Lester Johnson was finally selected as his next foe. The fight was staged at the Harlem Athletic Club and Dempsey never forgot it. “Johnson had the reputation of being rough and dangerous,” Jack later recalled. “That was an understatement. My bout with him almost finished my career. He socked me like a bulldozer and grunted every time he made contact.”

One ferocious body blow from Johnson in the second round doubled Dempsey up and had him in big trouble. Suspecting that Johnson had cracked a few of his ribs, Jack was in terrible pain for the duration of the fight. Again, however, the young Mauler impressed the crowd by hanging tough and punching back with such success that the assembled sportswriters were divided on who had won.

Dempsey needed time to rest his aching body and contemplate the jam he was in with John The Barber. He took some vacation time and went back to Colorado to see an old friend, but the fresh air and gentle scenery failed to soften the blow of coming back to New York. John The Barber was still full of lofty ideas and brought up the name of Gunboat Smith again as an opponent. Dempsey was at the end of his tether with such fanciful suggestions, and his mood darkened further when his so-called manager suggested the big punching Frank Moran as an alternative choice. Jack knew he still wasn’t sufficiently prepared for such formidable competition. The pounding he had taken from John Lester Johnson was surely proof of that.

He and John The Barber had a violent argument, which concluded with Jack storming out and making the decision to pack his bags and get out of the great and sprawling city. He couldn’t have dreamed then that one day he would become one of its permanent fixtures and a living legend.

In those stormy days of 1916, it seemed that the grey giant of New York had slain the young tiger and drained him of his resilience. But Jack Dempsey was made of sterner stuff. Over three breathtaking years, he would become the complete fighter and begin his fantastic run to the world championship.

When he returned to the concrete canyons, he was the prince of the city and the king of the world.

MIKE CASEY is a boxing journalist and historian, a member of the International Boxing Research Organization and founder and editor of The Grand Slam Premium Boxing Service for boxing historians and fans. (www.grandslampage.net)

GorDoom
03-24-2006, 11:31 PM
This is a damn good article! & I'm not saying it because I'm a member of IBRO - I've never met or corresponded with Casey ...

Good Stuff!

GorDoom

Ted Spoon
03-25-2006, 03:43 PM
It's above average, nothing blistering. No mention of Bernie’s huge influence and development on his brother.

Dempsey was sleeping in central park whilst in New York. He claimed to be regarded as an area champion -- a ploy to sell himself to the unforgiving 'Big Apple'.

A 'New York World' writer who went by the name of Ned Brown summed up Dempsey's position best when he typed "He looks like he needs a square meal!"

Dempsey had huge talent, but he was in dire straits. He was always wiry, but skinny, and had to guzzle down as much food and nickel beer to raise his weight before his fight with Anderson.

Many sacrifices to get what he wanted.

Chuck1052
03-25-2006, 08:06 PM
I have three different autobiographies by Jack Dempsey, all of
them of interest. Ted Spoon is right about Bernie Dempsey,
who also was a fighter and about fifteen years older than
Jack. Bernie would go on to operate a gym in Los Angeles
until his death in the 1930s.

It remains my belief that a thoroughly researched book
about Dempsey has yet to be written. Moreover, Dempsey
DID fight some western boxers with interesting records
before 1917. Take a look at the records of Jack Downey,
Johnny Sudenberg, Joe Bonds, and Terry Kellar on BoxRec.
Also take a look at the records of Herman Auerbach and
Johnny Reisler. Johnny's father was John "The Barber"
Reisler, who managed Dempsey when the latter fought
John Lester Johnson, while Herman's father was A. J.
Auerbach, who managed Dempsey when the latter
fought Fireman Jim Flynn for the first time.

- Chuck Johnston

rocky111
03-27-2006, 01:18 PM
Thanks for posting that, as Im always glad when Dempseys career is traced over and his many abilities as a fighter are discussed intellegently. Jack knew how to fight with his brain as well as with his fists. He knew his craft and wrote about it.

rocky111
03-27-2006, 01:19 PM
Also thanks to Chuck for that interesting info.

mike
03-27-2006, 07:22 PM
mike- excellant work on this article and on your on your website. got to agree on dempsey- too complete in too many important areas- best heavy ever- almost not even a question of this imo- lets face it mike. thanks .

Mr E
03-27-2006, 07:59 PM
I have three different autobiographies by Jack Dempsey, all of
them of interest. Ted Spoon is right about Bernie Dempsey,
who also was a fighter and about fifteen years older than
Jack. Bernie would go on to operate a gym in Los Angeles
until his death in the 1930s.

It remains my belief that a thoroughly researched book
about Dempsey has yet to be written. Moreover, Dempsey
DID fight some western boxers with interesting records
before 1917. Take a look at the records of Jack Downey,
Johnny Sudenberg, Joe Bonds, and Terry Kellar on BoxRec.
Also take a look at the records of Herman Auerbach and
Johnny Reisler. Johnny's father was John "The Barber"
Reisler, who managed Dempsey when the latter fought
John Lester Johnson, while Herman's father was A. J.
Auerbach, who managed Dempsey when the latter
fought Fireman Jim Flynn for the first time.

- Chuck Johnston


Like most things, once the information is brought to light again that the eye-witnesses knew about when they were calling Dempsey the most awesome thing ever to hit the squared circle, much of the revisionist Dempsey-bashing that goes on these days (i.e., 80 years after the fact) will evaporate.

mike
03-27-2006, 09:39 PM
you know guys,after having boxed and collected many a fight film and watching all the "greats" i always thought dempsey was the best ever without much of any doubt. the films are 16mm and of correct speed. HOWEVER, after getting to know jack sharkey had he had been as convinced of louis as a one of a kind fistic great; like he was of dempsey; i would have had to change my mind. jack was sooo awed by dempsey. while sharkey is not god, he certainly knew the game and its history inside out. what and HOW he expressed his thoughts on dempsey- ethced in my mind ever since.and top grade films continue to inspire awe of JUST how great dempsey was in so many important ways.

mike casey
04-02-2006, 06:18 AM
Thanks, gentleman, for your support of Jack Dempsey, which I believe to be very important in an era where size and bulk are considered to be the be-all-and-end-all yardsticks of greatness by so many 'fans' who are not interested in exploring older fighters and the punching techniques - so well outlined by Mike on this thread.

The comments on CBZ are consistently intelligent and interesting - a refreshing change indeed!

All my best to everyone,

MIKE CASEY

brutu
04-06-2006, 06:25 PM
Wasnt Jack Dempsey known as the"Salt Lake City Tiger"?

brutu
04-06-2006, 06:27 PM
The left hand"Shovel Hook" he knocked Jess Willard down with has got to be one of the most hilliocious punches I ever seen,even with the grainey old distant footage available of that fight.

brutu
04-06-2006, 06:32 PM
I think a good book would be a pictorial history of Jack Dempsey,with historic photos of the country at the time,the old mines,saloons,trains etc.
A lot of those books written by boxers or about boxers have too many words not enough pictures.

The revisionists who try to dis the Manassa mauler especially onlive t.v,make me want to puke.
They think people will believe them,just cause their"cool' and name drop current rap artists,they hang out with.
well they aint sh*t.

GorDoom
04-06-2006, 06:44 PM
Welcome to the board, Mike Casey! I really enjoyed your article whic is why I posted it. Well thought out & written. Excellent work.

Listen, don't be a stranger & join the fray on the board.

regards,

GorDoom

mike casey
04-07-2006, 04:39 AM
More than happy to hang out here, Ed, and thanks for your nice words.

Brutu, you are right on the nail about Dempsey. Legendary trainer Ray Arcel, who worked with so many old and modern greats - right up to the brilliant Nicolino Locche and Roberto Duran - maintained that Dempsey hit harder than Louis, Marciano, Foreman, Tyson or any of them.

My friend Mike Hunnicut, one of the most avid and knowledgeable researchers I have ever come across, has watched hour after hour of footage and ranks Jack first among the heavies on hitting power and overall ring science. Mike has 16mm films at the right speed, and Jack's knockouts of Willard and Firpo are almost frightening when you see them in real time.

Willard, Sharkey, Carpentier and others repeatedly said that they didn't think it was possible for a human being to hit so hard.

Take care for now, fellas - best wishes to all at CBZ.

MIKE

Roberto Aqui
04-07-2006, 05:44 AM
Willard, Sharkey, Carpentier and others repeatedly said that they didn't think it was possible for a human being to hit so hard.


Sharkey seems to have been a bit of a head case and I have to wonder how much of his KO was an act trying to get Dempsey DQed. The shot he turned to complain about was marginally low at best and the follow up was a short inside jolting uppercut that caused Sharkey to collapse in a mysterious way. He looked like a kid with a temper tantrum on the floor.

Carpentier also had a little possum in him and can be seen trying to act KOed and then leaping up where he collapses at Jack's feet with the first grazing shot. Perhaps laying down to avoid further punishment is the ultimate statement to a fighter's power.

bluesy
11-02-2006, 07:35 PM
That was a great article, very well written. Another book on Dempsey would be welcomed; I like Randy Roberts book (and of course Jacks 3 books) but a well researched book that would cover his youth and his later years, as well as the fighting years, is needed.
Also--during 1999 when ESPN, etc, were covering the greatest this and that of the 1900s--what a disappointment!! I would expect casual fans to focus on the 1980s-1999, but the analysts, etc, at ESPN should know their sports history--it was as tho nothing happened before 1960. Thanks again for a great article, and the other informative comments.