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Hercules. He was very game and never knew what 

 ifc was to be beaten. The slavish admirers who 

 surrounded him led him astray, and when he won 

 money he spent it like water. He went to America, 

 and the latest news of him there was that he " still 

 carried on the same old game.^' Joe Goddard was a 

 huge fellow, with a fist like a sledge hammer, but he 

 was not a scientific boxer. He relied on his strength, 

 and generally tried to rush his opponent and get in a 

 swinging blow, so that he could not come up to time. 

 Mic Dooley, as tall a man as Goddard, was very 

 different. To hear Dooley talk one would imagine he 

 was too mild to hurt a fly. A genial good-natured 

 fellow, who through over generosity never could hold 

 his own with the sharper unscrupulous men surround- 

 ing him. In *' Nemo,'^ the well-known writer, Dooley 

 had a firm friend, although on one occasion they had 

 a quarrel that might have ended seriously. They were, 

 however, better friends than ever when they had 

 cooled down. 



At the time I was connected with the Sydney 

 Referee we had a boxing gentleman, named Alfred 

 Hales, on the paper. He had a style of writing 

 peculiarly his own, and it took immensely with the 

 boxing fraternity. Mr. Hales was a smart man, a real 

 good journalist spoilt through want of early training 

 on the Press. He could write upon any subject, and 

 was never at a loss for humorous sayings. Under 



