Succumbing to sheer exhaustion and tireless pursuit by his relentless opponent, Joe Gans sank in a heap in the twenty first round at the Mission street arena yesterday afternoon. Before he could raise his weary body from the floor Referee Eddie. Smith had counted him out and Battling Nelson had demonstrated that he is the greatest fighter in the world at the lightweight limit. Gans was a beaten man from the third round, and it was only his wonderful gameness and ring generalship that prolonged the battle. The fight was almost an exact counterpart of the one two months ago, when Gans lost his title. The only difference was that it lasted four rounds longer and Gans took a far more severe drubbing. Yesterday's defeat not only used Gans up physically, but it crushed his spirit. Before leaving the arena he announced that he would never again battle in a prize ring.

It was a great fight. Sensational in the extreme, bloody and fiery from the moment the first blow was struck, the conflict stirred the thousands of the spectators and made mad, screeching things out of the men gathered at the ringside. Although the result was never in doubt, the fray held the interest of everybody until Cans sank down, a humiliated gladiator. What the finish would be was apparent from the third round on. Once Gans failed to stop his- tearing opponent from boring into him he was gone. It was not Nelson's blows so much as his tireless forcing and bustling that wore Gans down. The old master held out just as long as he could and incidentally saved his friends who had bet that he would last twenty rounds. Then he was willing to fade away gently, and he did.

Nelson again demonstrated that he could withstand any kind of punching on the head. He took the hardest blows that Gans could shoot at him and fought all the faster. Every wallop which the wonderful black landed seemed only to spur on the Dane. The more Nelson was punished, the harder he battled. The San Francisco Call, Thursday, September 10, 1908.