Here's a random couple to start off with If there are any french speakers, it would be great if someone could research Eugene's record. I intend to look into Wilde's opponents more The Sportsman - Monday 22 July 1912 Jimmy Wylde v Kid Morris WELSHMAN AN EASY WINNER The innovation of open-air boxing in the Welsh Metropolis was not altogether a successful one, for there was by no means a large company present at the Stadium on Saturday evening, and Mossrs Duggan and Dyer must have become rather tired of promotong sport for the benefit of the South Wales public ar considerable loss to themselves. Wylde is without doubt the best lad we have in Wales at the weight—there are many, indeed, who consider that he is the best in the world at the weight, 7st—and behind that opinion there is anything up to £500 to support it. He weighed in on Saturdat afternoon about one pound heavier than his opponent, and in the advertised twenty two-minute rounds it was impossible to bet any odds on him at ringside. It was just as bad when the lade came into the ring at night, and the only wager that came to our notice was £5 to £2 on Wylde. So far as the contest was concerned, it was all one way. Wylde was strong, forced the work, and had terrific thump with each hand. In the first round there was not, perhaps, a lot in it, although behind the Welshmen's blow there was a lot more steam, and this was always causing his opponent to break ground and go to the ropes, where he had to cover up for the protection. In the second round Morris had his head "rocked" back on several occasions, whilst in the next encounter Wylde caught his man with a hard right to the mark that practically settles the contest. In the fourth round Morris, after fighting fresh for the first minute, broke ground all over the ring, and Wylde, pushing on his advantage, palpably had the contest at his mercy. In the fifth round Morris was down for the count of nine, and his seconds could not see their way clear to let him come up for the next, the contest thus being awarded by Mr J. T. Hulls, the referee, to Wylde Evening Despatch - Tuesday 31 March 1914 There was quite an international flavour about the programme at the National Sporting Club last night, when two Britishers were in opposition to a couple of French boxers. In each case the homegrown article was fancies against the invader (writes our boxing expert), and it may be at once stated that Jimmy Wilde, "the Tylerstown terror," had little difficulty in disposing of the Parisian fly-weight, Eugene Husson. The latter is a a delightful little boxer, with rare skills and courage, but he weighed only 6st 3½Ib., to Wilde's 6st 10Ib., and he could not afford to give away this handicap of the scale to an opponent who has the punch of a featherweight. The contest, which was for £220, lasted only six rounds, Husson then being knocked out by the redoubtable Welsh-man. So far as it went, the bout produced some pretty boxing, but the French lad had no real chance again "the terror" who must be well night a world's champion at his weight. The pair provided a very striking contrast, Wilde, thin almost to the point of emaciation, but with great power concealed in his big-muscles shoulders, looked old and preternaturally solemn beside the daintily-made French boy. Husson laughed and danced about like a youngster out of school, and, with no regard for the "man eating" reputation of Wilde, who had won fifty-two fights and knocked out forty-six opponents, he went in fearlessly, and in the first round actually held a slight lead on points. Amazing Speed He was so amazingly quick that he made Wilde miss scores of blows. He dodged vicious lefts, and got out of the way of well-intentioned rights, and between whiles would audaciously dart in to land his own gloves on the quaint Welshman. Wilde carried the fight to his man slowly and deliberately, taking no risks, although it was obvious little Husson could not hit hard enough to hurt him. Husson fought with fine courage and coolness to the bitter end. Once he did a saucy pirouette on the ropes ere landing a left, but Wilde hit him down for seven in the fifth round, and then chased him all over the ring to the bell, when a storm of cheers rang out in recognition of Husson's pluck. The end came quickly. Husson had the cheek to place a couple of lefts in Wilde's face, and the latter, seemingly annoyed, whipped home a left on the jaw, and Husson fell.. He made two plucky attempts to rise, rolled over twice, and tried again to get up, but was counted out. He gained great credit for his display. Wilde is about the hobbest bit of boxing humanity there is under 7st., and Husson managed to puzzle him at times.
Scottish Referee - Friday 03 January 1913 Padden Beaten Great interest was manifested in the match on Wednesday in the Victoria Athletic Club, Glasgow, between Jimmy Wilde, of Wales, and Billy Padden of Glasgow. It was a twenty three-minute rounds contest for the British seven-stone championship. At the outset the Welsh exponent forced the fighting, and only exceptionally clever countering and elusive tactics kept his opponent on anything like terms. Padden in the fifth and sixth rounds was seen to more advantage, but thereafter the scoring went to Wilde who, practically, appeared to be master of the situation. He pressed his rival hard in the fifteenth round, up to which the latter fought with great pluck. After being sent down thrice in the seventeenth round, Padden was well beaten, and another smashing effort in the eighteenth gave the Welshman the victory. The winner is a strong, versatile boxer, and the loser had no little credit in staying the time he did.
Belfast Telegraph - Wednesday 16 July 1919 A DAY WITH JIMMY WILDE CHAMPION AT CONCERT PITCH. I spent Saturday with Jimmy Wilde, and saw him go through every phase of his training for the great contest with Pal Moore at Olympia on Thursday. Up sharp at eight Wilde had a cup of tea, an egg, and a round of toast. At 9.30 he put on a light sweater, and with a curt "come on" shot out of his house and proceeded to clumb the local mountain. When we reached the top it was a case of rest for me, but Wilde put in a solid hour's walking, broken every now and then by a sharp sprint of fifty yards or so. He looked as fresh as paint when he had done. Then we turned for home. Here he stripped, and his trainer, Benny Williams, took him in hand, massaging with great skill for quite an hour. Wilde then had a hearty meal, and at 2.30 left for the Workman's Club, where he is permitted to train by the courtesy of Mr. Bob Jones. The ring is pitched in a large airy room, which seems to be all windows. Williams told me that it was a terribly draughty place in the winter. My own imagination could have supplied the information. The ring is a very solid affair, with ropes of a thickness I have never seen before outside a dockyard. I remarked on this to Wilde, who laughed, and said, "They want something strong for heavyweights like us." The "us" were Harold Jones, Ned Copp, Sammy Jones, Young Colecombe, and young Chips. Three boxers were in attendance, and looked much like schoolboys arraigned for punishment. Wilde selected Young Chips, Ned Copp, and Harold Turner. Ned Copp motors from the Treorchy to the foot of the range dividing the two valleys, and climbs up one side and down the other—apparently to get punched by Wilde. I was told that he is disappointed if he is left out, as he sometimes is in order that Jimmy may oblige some pit boys eager to help their fellow townsma. There were no volunteers on Saturday, so Jones, Chips, and Copp obliged. I will only say they must have been more than satisfied that Wilde's boxing is based on the principle that it is more blessed to give than receive. Those who saw Jones bear Marchant at the N.S.C. a few weeks ago will realise what that means. The usual ground exercises followed the boxing, and then Williams again took charge of his principal. Then we turned our faces towards home again. On the way Wilde pointed out the two puts in which he had worked up to the year following the outbreak of the war. I queried the statement, and Jimmy waxed quite indignant. "Indeed I did," he said. "If you look at my record you will find tht I did not fight my first championship battle intil 1915, and that is the year I left the mines so that I could train properly." I apologised. At this moment we heard the buzz of a motor cycle in our rear. "That's mine," said Wilde. "I can tell it by the beat of the engine. My friends thought cycling too dangerous, and presauded me to sell it. I bought a car, and broke the cylinders during the first drive. Bad luck, wasn't it?" "Shouldn't like to be training for weight," he remarked a little while afterwards, whe we were seated in his dining room. "It must be awful this hot weather, as one gets so thirsty." and he helped himself to a glass of water. At this stage dinner was served. Wilde did full justice to the fare, and then we doubled once again to the hill top so that he could indulge his favourite passing—golf. Jimmy's handicap is four—which is suggestive of good play. I saw him make a couple of drives, and then said good-bye, as railway trains have a knack of being strictly accurate if one happens to be a minute behind. "Good-bye," said the world's flyweight champion. "Tell my friends in London that I am better than I ever was"—and Jimmy raised his thumbs expressively. Jimmy Wilde will be escorted to London by a Welsh choir, who will wing "Land of My Fathers" as he enters the ring. Not to be outdone a contingent of General Pershing's army will encourage Moore by singing "A Good Man is Hard to Find." All the 5s 9d and 11s 9d deat are sold out, but although the demand is very large there is still plenty of room in the higher-priced seats.—THE OLD GUARD, in London "Express"
Nottingham Journal - Friday 13 December 1918 Inexplicable Blot. The inexplicable blot to the whole tournament was the decision given in the final of the Bantams which was contested by Jimmy Wilde and Pal Moore of America. The Welsh wizard did just as he pleased against this really clever lad. His left hand went to Moore's face with tantalising frequency. Moore possesses a peculiarity—sticking his face well forward while in a stooping position. Wilde handed out terrific punishment to this part of the American's anatomy compelling Moore to adopt a more upright position. The champion score at the rate of about 8 to 1 and when the decisions went in favour of Moore even he nearly fell out of the ring. By no stretch of imagination could a competent judge of boxing have made such a terrible mistake. The uproar from every part of the house was deafening and lasted quite a quarter of an hour. Daily Record - Thursday 26 December 1918 A Lone Critic Reverting to the recent Jimmy Wilde Pal Moore fight, the "Sporting Life" says the contest will be ever memorable because of the controversy over the decision. As probably thirty-nine writers out of the forty or so present at the Albert Hall have adversely criticised the verdict, it is quite refreshing to find the odd one. He is a critic in "The Field," and says:— "It was not surprising to gear the verdict called in Moore's favour." This writer must be curiously phlegmatic: it is safe to say that out of the audience of ten or twelve thousand, those who agreed with the decision, apart from the American, could be counted on the fingers of two hands.
