WORLD’S NEWS.

Hokitika Guardian, 6 May 1920, Page 1

WORLD’S NEWS.

MIDDLEWEIGHT BOUT.

LONDON, March 8.

Thu chief attraction at the Sporting Club last night was a 15-rounds wclterueigui contest between JjYetl Newberry of uumenoiise, and Hilly Wells, of Bermondsey, for £3OO. Newberry was half a pound tlio heavier man and lie was also the taller. The contest wont its full length Wells being declared the winner on points. Newberry boxed In the old-fashioned upright style and was very cool. Wells was active and shifty, but even then could not got away from a line chopping left. This was the order for two rounds, but in the third Wells nearly brought oil' the right twice by a shift which rather confused Newberry. In the fourth Wells got nearer with the same weapon and kept on trying. Newberry kept scoring however.

For a couple of rounds after this both were obsessed with tile idea of bringing off the right and the boxing degenerated rather. The seventh was undoubtedly Wells’ round. He shook his man with a fine right to the chin and just 'before the bed dropped him with a long left. Wells followed up his advantage ill the eighth and again Newbury went weak but stayed out the round. I3y the end of the ninth Wells was certainly ahead on points and going the better. The tenth was very poor stuff and both were now pretty well blown from their previous exertions. Wells kept his lead to the end, and his victory was well deserved.

SHOT FOR BURGLAR. PARIS, March <J. The authorities at Brest are baffled by' ail extraordinary mystery. M. A. Bernard, a popular municipal official was shot a few nights ago by M. Vanzebrotlck, the engineer of the old French cruiser Du Chayla, (3,050 tons) who believed that he was firing nt a housebreaker trying to enter bis Douse. A great crowd was present at M. Bernard’s funeral yesterday and the hearse was snijothered with wreaths. At tile preliminary judiciary investigation M. Vanzebrouck described the events of tile night of the tragedy. He and bis wife live in a small lonely villa in the country outside Brest. About 2 a.m. both ivere awakened by noises outside.

“In the bright moonlight,” said M. Vanzebruck, “I saw a man with a knife in his hand trying to insert the blade between a window and the framew-rl:. I felt for my revolver, but my wife had already dashed upstairs and on to the balcony. She shouted to the man to explain bis presence, but at her words lie fled.

“ A quarter of an hour later wo heard similar noises at the 'back doov. Revolver in hand, I went down the passage, aimed at the lock, and fired. I hoard a cry outside, but it did not seem prudent to venture out. For nearly two hours my wife and I waited on the balcony of the first floor, for it was impossible to distinguish anything in the dark. All we heard were somo cries for help, then some footsteps, and a whistle was blown.

At dawn, accompanied by neighbours, I discovered lying, with a wound in the stomach, the man I had fired at through the door. He was well dressed. His pockets had been emptied. He died before he could explain what had happened.

His visiting card told us that he was M. Bernard. How did he come to he killed by me at the door of my house? I cannot explain.”