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Young Griffo, boxing’s forgotten genius: Born in Australia and buried in the Bronx

05.12.05 - By MIKE CASEY: The story goes that when Young Griffo was in the premature autumn of his incredible life and ever more dependent on his famous love of alcohol, he would keep himself in drinks by spreading a handkerchief on the floor of his local saloon, placing a foot on one corner, and challenging any man in the bar to punch him off it..

History doesn’t record how many takers Griffo had, but such were his God-given skills and reflexes, it is probably safe to assume that he finished ahead of the house.

Who was Young Griffo? The question shouldn’t need to be asked of hardcore boxing buffs. But as the years rush past, so it becomes vital to explain and justify the merits of boxing’s bygone aces to a new and eager audience, be they genuine fans or dilettantes just passing through.

Griffo seemed to drop straight out of some fistic heaven, and perhaps the gods were balancing the scales when they took him back at the age of fifty-six. Boxing came as naturally to him as it did to Joe Gans, Packey McFarland, Willie Pep and Pernell Whitaker, yet Griffo was fatally flawed, his thirst for alcohol being both insatiable and incurable.

The irony of his addiction is that it magnified his ring achievements, since he was frequently in some state of drunkenness when fighting and beating some of the greatest lightweights and featherweights of his generation. The demon drink may have shortened Griffo’s life, but it failed to short-circuit his astonishing boxing brain.

This point cannot be sufficiently stressed and is certainly not exaggerated. Nat Fleischer, founder and editor of The Ring magazine, once wrote of Griffo: “He never was one to take his professional career seriously. Training was a nuisance to him and he preferred hanging around bar-rooms and guzzling his liquour. Seldom indeed was Griffo sober for a fight, yet so amazingly clever was he that regardless of his physical and mental condition at the moment, he invariably held his own or could and did whip his opponent.” *

Conversation

If it were possible to bypass séance rooms and just have a good old-fashioned conversation with those who have passed on, then perhaps George Dixon, the legendary Little Chocolate, could be persuaded to verify Fleischer’s assessment of Griffo. Dixon, no slouch himself for ring cleverness, was driven to exasperation and a state of near exhaustion by trying to land a significant blow on Griffo in their memorable contests at the Seaside Athletic Club at Coney Island in January, 1895.

Rolling, feinting, blocking and just being a general evasive nuisance, Griffo peppered Dixon as he pleased throughout the twenty-five round battle, which was recorded as a draw in the era when the knockout was paramount.

However, two crucial aspects of Griffo’s make-up were evident in the fight, two weaknesses that prevented him from crossing the final threshold and becoming the master of his generation.

First, he couldn’t hit with any commanding power. Secondly, and more significantly he was a cavalier spirit for whom glory ran a distant second to having fun. Much like Max Baer in later years, Griffo wasn’t driven to stamp his name on history or obsessed with how he would be perceived. Knowing he was the best on his day seemed enough for him.

Carefree and unpredictable from the start of his crowded and colourful life, it is doubtful whether he ever had a definitive game plan for anything he did. As a young fighter, his first attempt to leave his native Australia was typically impulsive in its outcome. Having made up his mind to test his skills in the competitive furnace of America, Griffo set sail with a group of other young Australian fighters in 1892. The young maestro was on his way. Then he wasn’t. A sudden change of mind prompted him to dive overboard and swim back to the shore. It was 1893 before he set sail again and stayed on the ship for keeps.

Chinks

For all the mental chinks in his armour, for all the drinking that took its slow toll on his bullish body, Griffo would lose just nine times in his 232 recorded fights, and we will never know how many of those losses were on the level. The mind boggles at what he could have achieved if he had been blessed with the mental toughness and the total commitment of a Julio Cesar Chavez or a Marco Antonio Barrera.

There was much that was mysterious and contradictory about Griffo. Even his physique was against type. Thick set, big shouldered and almost paunchy at times, he was as much a physical deception as Argentina’s recently departed boxing master, Nicolino Locche.

The record books tell us that Griffo was born on March 31, 1871, yet his gravestone in New York’s Bronx has his birth date as 1880. Even the great man’s death was prematurely reported, although it is now fairly certain that he died in 1927.

His real name was Albert Griffiths, and his boxing career began as a bare knuckle fighter in his native Sydney, where he would test his ability against the local toughs on the waterfront.

Griffo made rapid progress and his great natural talent quickly became evident. He won the Australian featherweight title in 1889 with a points decision over Nipper Peakes at the Apollo Athletic Hall in Melbourne, and followed up with a fifteenth round stoppage of Torpedo Billy Murphy at the Sydney Gymnastic Club to gain recognition in Australia and Britain as the world featherweight champion.

Griffo had whipped a top man in the dangerous Murphy, a big-hitting New Zealander who is credited with 78 knockouts in his 91 wins.**

Griffo won their return match on a disqualification and also notched successful defences against George Powell and Mick McCarthy.

On his belated arrival in America, Griffo outpointed Young Scotty in Chicago and then went hunting for bigger game. In two drawn fights with George Lavigne, the great Saginaw Kid, Griffo went through his amazing box of tricks to make The Kid look almost inept.

Jack McAuliffe, the great lightweight legend, didn’t fare much better against Griffo’s silky skills when the two men clashed at the Seaside Athletic Club in 1894. Fortunately for Jack, referee Maxie Moore was a good pal and awarded him the decision.

Such shenanigans were not uncommon in less stringent times, and the lightweight division certainly had its share. Probably the most famous example of blatant favouritism was that perpetuated by referee Jack Welch on behalf of his friend Ad Wolgast, in Ad’s title defence against Mexican Joe Rivers at Vernon, California, on July 4, 1912. When Wolgast and Rivers floored each other simultaneously in the thirteenth round, Welch promptly lifted Ad to his feet while he counted Rivers out.

If injustice ever ruffled Griffo, then most likely he would drink copiously at the nearest bar and belt out any man who crossed his path. Too much of the hard stuff certainly changed his normally genial and easy going nature.

Nor did Griffo regard alcohol as being out of bounds within the roped square. Stories abound, though few can be verified, of the maestro entering the ring worse for wear and having to be slapped into life by his seconds. They needn’t have worried, for it was impossible for Griffo to look bad once he started boxing.

However, there was one man whom Griffo couldn’t master: the Old Master himself, Joe Gans. These titans of the lightweight division fought two official draws, the first in Baltimore, the second in Athens, Pennsylvania, before Joe stopped Griffo in their eighth round of their final meeting in Brooklyn in 1900.

Information is sadly scant on how these fights panned out, but perhaps the most significant pointer is that there are no stories of Griffo embarrassing the great Gans.

Wiped out

In 1904, what was left of Griffo as an effective fighter was wiped out in one round by Tommy White in Chicago. The Australian legend’s subsequent life was a jumbled mystery, as fickle fans and writers quickly lost track of him. He remained in America, and every once in a while stories would circulate about his drunkenness, his arrests by the police and even the odd trip to the insane asylum.

How did Young Griffo die? I don’t know, though I would imagine that it was his beloved booze that finally did him in. It is sad indeed that the trail runs cold on so many of the old-time fighters, and that the technology of their times was either too primitive or too limited to cover their great battles and exploits.

In Griffo’s case, we can only hope that a rare treat is yet to come. In 1895, he knocked out Battling Charles Barnett in four rounds in New York in what might well have been an historical first for the motion picture industry. A short black and white film was made of the fight, directed by Otway Latham, which was believed by the 1920s’ film historian, Terry Ramsaye, to be the first film to be publicly projected onto a screen. ***

The survival status of the film is unknown, but it could just be that Young Griffo lives on, blinding his opponent with science and taking the odd shot of something between rounds!



MIKE CASEY is a boxing journalist and historian, and founder and editor of The Grand Slam Premium Boxing Service for boxing historians and fans. www.grandslampage.net

SOURCES
* A Pictorial History of Boxing by Sam Andre and Nat Fleischer, Hamlyn, 1982.

** BoxRec (www.boxrec.com)

*** A Million and One Nights: A History of the Motion Picture Through 1925 by Terry Ramsaye (www.silentera.com)

Article posted on 06.12.2005



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