Post your Stanley Ketchel pictures & stories here!!

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  1. MrBumboclart

    MrBumboclart Active Member Full Member

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    Big fan of Ketchel. Please post any (rare) pictures of any stories you may of heard of him here. Much appreciated!!
     
  2. Seamus

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  3. Colonel Sanders

    Colonel Sanders Pounchin powar calculateur Full Member

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    cool story bro
     
  4. burt bienstock

    burt bienstock Obsessed with Boxing Full Member

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    Nat Fleischer who knew Ketchel well in New York and wrote a bio about Stanley, tells about an afternoon in New york where Ketchel was driving his expensive auto,and Fleischer was in the passenger seat...Ketchel was weaving in and out of the steel girders under the elevator trains near his training camp in the upper Bronx. NY. Ketchel was defying death shooting at high speeds around the massive steel elevator supports and Fleischer surely thought both he and Ketchel were not long for this world, so Fleischer begged Ketchel to slow down, and Ketchel replied "oldtimer, I know I will be dead before I'm 30 years old ,so what's the use "? Well they survived
    his daredevil driving that afternoon, but Ketchel would be dead in a year from a rifle blast in the back...And Fleisher would live another 60 or so years...Fate...
     
  5. JWSoats

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    This is a story I related previously in the Ketchel/Greb thread:

    In the early 1900s, in Brick, New Jersey, there was a very large man who claimed to have beaten Stanley Ketchel in a 'street fight' on the banks of Kettle Creek. He claimed that Ketchel hurt his hand when he struck the body of the man, who was wearing a coat filled with walnuts in the lining. The man then knocked Ketchel "stiffer than a stilliard!"

    Of course, nobody believed this tale, even though the man told it as though he himself really believed it. It was considered just another of many tales in local folklore, such as German U-boats being seen in this same creek during WWII with the periscopes hidden by orange crates (a creek I waded across in my teen years).
     
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    Stan

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    Mean & Moody

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    Pictured here with Notorious Bandit Emmet Dalton

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  12. Seamus

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    What's the best bio on him? I know I haved asked before but there seemed to be no agreement.
     
  13. The Funny Man 7

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    I posted a little bit of local folklore on the other thread.

    In general he was known for being intense, moody, and unpredictable. He fits the profile of someone suffering from major mental illness. Today he'd almost certainly be diagnosed with some sort of personality disorder. Was known for walking around like he was lost in his own world.

    Interestingly Ketchel's famous rival Billy Papke was also a strange man. But Papke is less famous, because he was marginally less great and less crazy than Ketchel.

    Unlike Ketchel, Papke had a pleasant side to his personality. He was usually very affable, goofy, charming etc. The accounts of how he romanced and eloped with a beautiful heiress (from Quebec I think) are really funny, as the couple had to criss cross the country in disguise as the story of the socialite and ex-middleweight champ became national news and the Papke's became the subject of a police investigation.

    Unfortunately Billy mental health slowly deteriorated as his marriage soured and the concussions started to take their toll on his skill. Once he retired he was living in a world of paranoid delusions, obsessed with finding some way to win back his terrified wife, who had long since divorced him. In the end he shot Edna to death in a psychotic rage before turning the gun on himself.

    Papke and Ketchel were both linked by blood spilled in the ring and blood spilled in their death's amid smoke and gun powder. Ketchel was a crazy opium addict, but he somehow managed to outfight just about all the non-crazy non-opium addicts.
     
  14. MrBumboclart

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    Lovin these pictures mate!!
     
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    The story is told by the great manager "Dumb" Dan Morgan, and it concerns his fellow manager, Dan McKetrick. McKetrick had just returned from Europe with his young charge, Willie Lewis, a promising young MW hugely popular in the bronx. When McKetrick found out that none other than Stanley Ketchel was in town, he made the call to his manager, Britt. McKetrick tells Morgan how he had sold his idea: "I explained how Willie, a local boy, is the idle of his neighbourhood; how it was to be for sweet charity and all and how it wouldn't mean anything for him to lose to the champ and so on. You know."

    But McKetrick and Lewis had plans. As Morgan tells the story:

    The Slasher rubbed the kids head all friendly like as they met in the centre of the ring. They felt each other out for a minute or so before Ketchel slammed a couple of stiff lefts to the Kid's ribs. The kid was in perfect shape and had 90% of the crowd with him.

    Suddenly - in the blinking of an eye - it happened. The confident Ketchel was moving in when the Kid teed of with a tremendous right hand smash to the bride of the Slasher's nose. Or what had once been his nose. When Ketchel took his bloody gloves from his face he looked like he'd lost a decision to a giant elecxtric fan - and he was hurt! With the blood lust in his own nostrils and taking full advantage of Ketchel's blood by rubbing it in his eyes to blind him, the kid tore in for the kill.

    The Colloseum was like a lunatic asylum during a mass break. N one was sitting down and the whole structure seemed to be trembling.

    I turned to look at McKetrick. He was yelling like a banshee, "Get him kid! Get him!" I yelled back, "i'm getting the hell out of here - back to the fourth row a tleast. YOU pick up the body."

    Stan the Slasher finally got his bearings and form an aisle seat in row 4 I watched him walk slowly to his corner at the bell. I looked at the scarlet mask that he now wore for a face and his heaving chest and I didn't have to be told what was coming.

    He didn't even bother sitting down between rounds - but just stood there like a caged beast waiting for for the trap to be sprung.

    He was three quarters of the way across the ring before the bell for round two had faded, throwing punches form every angle. The kid, trying to duck or block them. He might as well have tried to out-run a tornado.

    Ketchel double dhim with a one-two punch to the gut. Then, as the Kid straigntened up, the Slasher nailed him with of the most terrible right hand puncehs to the face I have ever seen. It caught Lewis flush in the mouth and drove two of his front teeth right up through his upper lip. It was an awful sight. The Kid was helpless-but would not go down. The referee was on the spot too. To stop a brawl like this could cause a riot. The Slasher had Lewis bleeding from a gash ofver his right eye, the mose and mouth when he finally dumped the dead game Kid - flat on his face right in front of McKerick's palsied frame.

    It took them ten minutes to get Lewis in shape enough to be carried to the dressing room. The doctor did emergenty work then an ambulance arrived and the Kid was taken to hospital.

    ****ing badass is what that is.