Kid Lavigne: Grisly Souvenirs of a Bloody Career

By Mike Casey on January 27, 2016
Kid Lavigne: Grisly Souvenirs of a Bloody Career
Lavigne’s capacity to absorb punishment was so incredible that it seems almost mythical.

The Kid spoke most humorously about the grisly souvenirs he collected and their deceptively positive effect on his well-being…

When it comes to the great fights of all time, Ad Wolgast and Battling Nelson certainly started something back in 1910 after their phenomenal battle of endurance at Point Richmond. Logically, Ad and Bat should have been carted off to the cemetery after that one. It surely had to be the greatest battle ever seen in the eternally fabulous lightweight division. The cries of dissent were not long in coming — oh no it wasn’t!

Those of a greater vintage argued that for sheer savage intensity, sustained excitement and historical importance, there was nothing to match the brutal first battle between George (Kid) Lavigne and Joe Walcott at Maspeth, New York, on December 2, 1895.

That fight marked the thunderous arrival of Lavigne on the world stage.

Few men could go head-to-head with Walcott, the great Barbados Demon, in a straight punching battle for survival. But Lavigne, the young Michigan tornado known as the Saginaw Kid, did just that and joined Walcott among the select ranks of men to be feared.

It was a fight that was already cooking long before the contestants got into the ring and it established Sam Fitzpatrick as one of the shrewdest and most astute matchmakers in the game. Lavigne and Walcott produced fifteen of the fiercest rounds of fighting ever witnessed, their epic union cleverly engineered by Fitzpatrick.

Walcott, described by Nat Fleischer as “a short, thick-necked furious fighting man,” was being managed by Tom O’Rourke and had compiled a mightily impressive record. O’Rourke was able to provide Joe with constant training with the masterful Little Chocolate, George Dixon. Walcott became such an accomplished and dangerous fighter under the guidance of O’Rourke and Dixon that few people doubted the Barbados Demon was the best lightweight in the world.

Around the same time, Sam Fitzpatrick took Kid Lavigne under his wing. The Kid wasn’t renowned for his love of training, but O’Rourke recognized the youngster’s class and tremendous fighting spirit. Lavigne quickly progressed as he defeated tough opponents in George Siddons, Jerry Marshall, Johnny Griffin and the tragic Andy Bowen, who died from his injuries after the Kid knocked him out in eighteen rounds in New Orleans. Lavigne also gained a highly creditable eight rounds draw with the gifted drunken genius, Young Griffo.

Lavigne was considerably under the lightweight limit and it wasn’t at all unusual for him to give away significant weight to his opponents. However, such was his progress that Joe Walcott and Tom O’Rourke grew more than a little annoyed with the attention and praise being lavished on the Kid. Lavigne became as irritatingly irresistible to them as a slippery salmon does to a hungry Grizzly Bear.

O’Rourke couldn’t help but take the bait. It proved to be one of the few career blunders that wise old Tom ever made. Not only did O’Rourke announce that Walcott would fight Lavigne, but that Joe would agree to forfeit his entire purse if he failed to stop the Kid inside fifteen rounds.

Sam Fitzpatrick snapped up the offer but insisted that Walcott made the lightweight limit. Walcott and O’Rourke readily agreed.

Fitzpatrick took an iron grip on Lavigne in the run-up to the fight and insisted that the Kid didn’t skimp on his training. Lavigne behaved himself and his conditioning improved rapidly. Interest in the fight grew and betting was lively in the east, where much money was wagered on Lavigne failing to last the agreed course. Such was Walcott’s reputation as a wrecker of men that it was becoming increasingly difficult for the Barbados Demon to secure matches.

Fitzpatrick and a few of the Lavigne faithful countered by betting that the Kid would not only last the distance but would defeat Walcott. Barbados Joe was supremely confident that he would halt Lavigne and entertained no thoughts of losing. Walcott stormed into the Kid from the start of the contest, but met with terrific resistance as Lavigne hit back on even terms. Joe seemed taken aback by the opposing force he had encountered, and the Kid’s tenacity didn’t diminish as a gargantuan battle took shape and the rounds raced by.

Lavigne stood toe-to-toe with Walcott through some withering, brutal exchanges, staying on top of Joe all the time. One writer would later comment that the Demon had been out-demoned. The pace of the fight was astonishing, as was the punishment suffered and the injuries borne. The ring was stained crimson from the blood of both men’s wounds. Lavigne would inherit a cauliflower ear from one of Walcott’s slashing rights.

Incredibly, the two titans didn’t seem to notice the outer limits to which they were hurtling. Lavigne eventually outpaced Walcott to earn the referee’s decision after a barnburning battle of powerful hitting, courage and perseverance in the face of terrible punishment.


When Kid Lavigne and Joe Walcott hooked up for their return match on October 29, 1897, the Kid was the lightweight champion of the world and was repeatedly astonishing the boxing public with the near frenetic pace of his attacking style and his extraordinary toughness. It seemed that no man could hurt or deflect the non-stop wonder from Saginaw.

Once again, Lavigne proved Walcott’s master in mayhem, with Joe being pulled out of the contest at the end of the twelfth round by Tom O’Rourke. The crowd of 10,000 at the Occidental Club in San Francisco could scarcely believe how little effect the tremendous blows of Walcott had on the relentless Saginaw Kid.

Walcott entered the ring in his usual determined mood, adorned in a salmon-colored robe and attended by Tom O’Rourke, George Dixon and Joe Cotton. Lavigne was second into the ring, his handlers including his brother Billy, Teddy Alexander and Billy Armstrong. Billy Jordan was the master of ceremonies and Eddie Greaney was the referee.

As in the first battle between the two greats, Lavigne set a blistering pace and maintained it. Walcott did extremely well to fight back and landed many a hard blow when he was able to adequately time Lavigne’s rushes. But the Kid had taken charge of the fight by the fifth round and Joe was unable to turn the tide thereafter.

The seventh round was one of the fastest seen by reporters of the day. Lavigne bulled Walcott into the ropes and scored with a big left uppercut to the face. The Kid followed with a right to the jaw that shook Joe badly and forced him to clinch. Lavigne was merciless in such a situation and would just keep hammering at his opponent. He wouldn’t leave the troubled Walcott alone and struck him again with rights and lefts to the head.

Joe tried desperately to summon all his ring smarts and weather the violent storm around him, clinching whenever he could. But when he was sent to his haunches near the ropes, it became apparent that he was living on borrowed time against the rampaging little killer before him. Lavigne chased and harried Walcott all over the ring in the eighth and ninth rounds, landing some thudding blows over the heart.

Walcott limped back to his corner at the end of the ninth round with muscular cramps in his legs, a condition which often plagued him. His handlers worked on the legs, but it was apparent to all that Joe required a major recovery and a big rally to overturn the significant points lead that the charging Lavigne had compiled.

Walcott was still limping when he came out for the tenth round, and his torment was only worsened by repeated shots to the jaw that sent him staggering. By the twelfth session, Joe was doing little more than surviving by calling on the last reserves of his guile and instinct. The Demon fought with great gameness and heart, but it was his heart that Lavigne continued to target with vicious and well placed blows. By now Walcott was in no position to defend himself or fight back effectively. When he returned wearily to his corner at the end of the round, Tom O’Rourke told referee Eddie Greaney that the Demon could not go on.


George (Kid) Lavigne’s capacity to absorb punishment was so incredible that it seems almost mythical to us now, much like the gruesome hardship and deprivation of his savage era.

The stories piled up about Lavigne and the evidence of their truth was in the footprints of spilled blood, bashed bones, clotted noses and misshapen ears that led to his door. In later years, as we shall see, the Kid spoke most humorously about the grisly souvenirs he collected and their deceptively positive effect on his well-being.

On October 27, 1896, Lavigne defended his lightweight championship against Jack Everhardt at the Bohemian Sporting Club in New York. It was a fight that might be described as par for the course in Lavigne’s turbulent and violent career. He knocked out Everhardt in the twenty-fourth round, but the bare detail of such a result could never hope to convey the full flesh and bones of a Kid Lavigne punch-up.

Jack Everhardt was a classy and educated ring mechanic and comprehensively outboxed Lavigne for much of the way, punishing the Kid badly in the process. Lavigne’s eyes were partially closed and his face was a swollen mess from all the attention it received from Jack’s accurate punching. Finally, in typically heroic fashion, the Kid caught up with Everhardt and knocked him out with a big blow to the jaw. However, one found it difficult to tell the winner from the loser. So badly battered was Lavigne that he had to be led from the ring after his triumph.

The Kid had already endured another taxing marathon after locking horns with Englishman Dick Burge at the National Sporting Club in London on June 1, 1896. Lavigne had gained recognition as the lightweight champion of the world with a dramatic seventeenth round knockout of Burge, but Dick gave the Kid plenty to remember him by.

Burge was a conundrum. His brilliant talent was frustratingly offset by a Jekyll and Hyde personality. James (Jimmy) Butler, the great British boxing reporter, wrote of Dick: “His superb skill — for he was one of the cleverest boxers at his weight the world has ever seen — kept Burge in the limelight for many years, yet he always remained an enigma.

“Sometimes he would box with a brilliance that would have won him a world title and sometimes he would appear as lethargic and dull as any novice. You could never be sure how he would shape.”

James (Jimmy) Butler was a fortunate man who enjoyed some wonderful experiences in a golden age. He never forgot a three-rounds exhibition he saw between Burge and the legendary Jack McAuliffe in 1914. Burge had been out of the ring for fourteen years by that time. McAuliffe hadn’t seen action in eighteen years.

Could they still fight? Here is what Mr. Butler wrote of their little set-to: “Those three rounds between Dick Burge and Jack McAuliffe I shall never forget. The details of so many of the big fights I have witnessed have long faded from my memory, but the recollection of their marvelous exhibition is still vivid.

“Not for a fraction of a second did they clinch. They stood toe-to-toe, as upright and straight as poplars, feinting, leading, hitting, countering and cross-countering, with a speed and skill that left us open-mouthed in wonder.”

Of Burge’s fight with Lavigne, Butler commented: “Burge stepped into the ring a 2 to 1 favorite, but before the bout had progressed far it was evident that his efforts to make the weight had left him weakened. The old snap and fire were missing from his punch, and although he put up a desperate and plucky effort to avoid defeat, it was of no avail.”

At one point during that torrid battle, Lavigne mistimed one of his rushes at Burge and charge headlong into a ring post. Typically the Kid regarded this as a minor inconvenience, another honorable scar to add to his burgeoning collection.

Boxers As Surgeons: The Kid’s Theory

Kid Lavigne rarely felt bad about the lumps he took. Very often he was quite grateful for them. They reinforced his intriguing theory that boxers could be as surgically gifted as doctors.

Here is what the Kid had to say about his bloody business: “You hear a lot about injuries done in the ring, but you have never heard about the counter-irritant one blow is to another, have you?”

Lavigne pointed to his left ear, a classic cauliflower job of his era, and continued: “Look at this ear that I’m carrying. It is a memory of one fight. My old pal Joe Walcott gave it to me in our first fight and almost at the start of it. Some people think that Walcott can hit. It got past the imagination place with me before we boxed one round.

“I knew it was true the first time he landed. And the first time he put one fair on this left ear, he sent me back to my corner wondering if I’d ever forget that poke. That was where I got my ear. In a round or two it puffed up and filled with blood so that it looked like a raw tomato. It felt worse than it looked. There was a whole comic opera chorus in my head, singing songs that sounded like the music you hear in the dentist’s chair just before they wake you up.

“What would have happened if Walcott hadn’t played surgeon for me, no one can tell. But along in the fourth or fifth round, he brought his glove over on the bad ear, pulled the heel across it and burst the ear. The songs stopped, the pain went, the ear shrank and Mr. Walcott was stopped in round fifteen.”

Walcott’s ‘surgical’ punch certainly had a deceiving effect on some reporters at ringside, who initially thought they had seen Lavigne’s ear come off. Some time later, The Kid was no less obliged to Dick Burge for a spot of skillful handiwork.

“Dick Burge, the English fighter, performed another operation for me. It was the year after the Walcott affair and Richard attended to my nose. Through being hit on the bridge in other fights so many times, a little lump had formed. It wasn’t painful, but it didn’t look pretty and it didn’t help me any in my breathing. But I didn’t pay much attention to it until Burge and I got well warmed up in our mill in London.

“The fight went seventeen rounds and we hadn’t gone half of that route when Burge came to me with a straight right on the nose that carried me part way to the sleeping quarters. No one ever hit me as hard on the nose. I had to guess where my corner was at the finish and I steered for it by the voice of my handlers. When I cleared my nose, a thick clot of blood was discharged. That clot must have been the lump that had been bothering me, and my nose was good as new when I went out for the next round.

“I beat Burge and he gave me a present of a straight nose to boot.”

No fighter, however, played havoc with Lavigne’s nose more than the great but tragically flawed boxing master, Young Griffo. The two men fought out two draw decisions, which itself is testament to Lavigne’s class. Hitting the brilliantly gifted Griffo was akin to trying to hit a ghost, irrespective of whether the alcoholic Griff was sober (which was rarely) or drunk (which was often). Here was a man who would keep himself in drinks later in life 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.

Here are Lavigne’s recollections of the Australian maestro: “He was like a dozen arms. He threw a hodful of arms at me every time I went after him. I’d start out and would lead one that looked as if it ought to land and send the Australian over the ropes. So far as I could see, Griffo never moved. But I didn’t see much, for as soon as I led and started in, six or eight gloves would land on my nose and knock my head back so that I was looking at the ceiling.

“He had my neck in a hinge until the fight was about half gone, when I gave up anything that seemed like boxing — just rushing wildly and trying to bear him before me. I couldn’t hurt him much because he was too shifty, but he tired so that he couldn’t stop to do any boxing himself — and that, when you had him throwing a lot of gloves at you, was worth something.”


Fighting the way he did, George (Kid) Lavigne was destined to wear down and wear out before most others. He had been campaigning for just under three years when he lost his lightweight championship in the blazing and defiant manner that one would have expected of him.

The Kid’s conqueror was the Swiss-born Frank Erne, a fast and clever ringman, who got his big chance in his adopted hometown of Buffalo on July 3, 1899. The match took place at the Hawthorne Athletic Club in the suburb of Cheektowaga, with Erne capturing a 20-rounds decision in a lively and fast-paced battle. Both boys were in terrific shape and the Kid started favorite.

While the fighting was fierce between Erne and Lavigne, the duel was also shot through with speed and skill from both combatants. In all the rip-roaring stories about Lavigne, it is sometimes forgotten that the Kid was no slouch for ring cleverness.

Certainly, however, it was the Kid’s trademark courage that shone through more than anything else in his last championship stand. He battled Erne on even terms for the first six rounds, but things went awry for Lavigne in the seventh when he ran into a hailstorm and received a bad lacing from Frank. The sound of the gong probably saved the fading champion from being knocked out in that session.

Erne was never quite so effective thereafter, unable to finish Lavigne. This was a puzzle to many until it was discovered at the fight’s conclusion that Frank had badly injured his left hand in that seventh round onslaught.

By the final round, the Kid had been beaten virtually to a standstill by the precise punching of Erne. Lavigne’s eyes were shut but he continued to chase Frank, even though Erne’s punches were more plentiful and hurtful.

Lavigne’s Greatness

George (Kid) Lavigne was a natural and wonderful successor to the great Napoleon of the Prize Ring, Jack McAuliffe. The Kid needed to be colorful and special to follow in the footsteps of Jack.

McAuliffe had ruled the lightweights when John L. Sullivan bossed the heavies and Nonpareil Jack Dempsey held sway over the middleweights. The three men were great friends and referred to fondly by the American sporting public as the Three American Jacks.

McAuliffe was intelligent, possessed of great humor and loved the good life. His weight would often be nudging 175 lbs. when he entered his training camp.

But Kid Lavigne carved his own special reputation and did so magnificently. For a great many years after his career was over, there were many boxing observers who believed that Lavigne was the greatest of all the lightweights. Interestingly, as late as 1944, by which time the career of Benny Leonard was done and dusted, the debate as to who was the all-time lightweight king was not between Benny and Joe Gans, but between Gans and Lavigne. Joe, the Old Master, got the majority of votes. But the Kid claimed a healthy share of the poll.

But what of Jack McAuliffe’s opinion on Kid Lavigne? Here are Jack’s thoughts on the Kid from 1928: “Natural fighters always have had the better of book-made boxers in the lightweight division, although Benny Leonard was one of the latter class and he certainly fought his way up from a club fighter to a worthy champion.

“A natural fighter, particularly a hitter, has the advantage. John L. Sullivan was a natural fighter. So was Jack Dempsey. I think Kid Lavigne was the greatest of them all. I picked him as my successor when I retired undefeated and I made a good selection.

“Lavigne’s (first) fight with Walcott was one of the classics of the ring. The Saginaw Kid had courage, stamina and was a natural fighter.”

McAuliffe once fought a grueling 64-rounds draw with a fighter called Billy Myer, who carried the nickname of the Streater Cyclone. It is doubtful whether Billy ever forgot Jack or vice-versa. Billy’s brother and near fighting equal, Eddie Myer, certainly never forgot Kid Lavigne.

Eddie was knocked out by the Kid in 1893 after taking a vicious right to the temple. Myer was still suffering the after-effects of that punch thirty years later. In 1923, Eddie did a little shiver as he told a reporter: “Often I can feel that blow now, especially if I catch cold. Then the spot where he hit me gets sore and aches like fury.”

Mike Casey is a writer and Founder & Editor of ALL TIME BOXING at He is a freelance journalist and boxing historian and a member of the International Boxing Research Organization (IBRO).

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  1. Craig Anderson 12:37pm, 02/14/2018

    My great, great uncle (or something along those lines - might be a cousin, but I’m in the LaVigne family tree and traced the lineage a long time ago). Tough hombre, and I’m proud to have him in my bloodline. I took up boxing, and was somewhat a natural, but never really pursued it to the Pro level of competition.

  2. Mike Casey 04:22am, 01/31/2016

    My pleasure, Peter!

  3. peter 02:27pm, 01/29/2016

    Mike Casey—you are a good publicist!  Thank you for re-introducing me to Kid Lavigne, a fighter who I haven’t thought about in years. I think many fight fans have glossed over him: he’s a guy who doesn’t seem to have received enough credit. Another excellent read. Thanks!

  4. Mike Casey 06:31am, 01/28/2016

    Thank you, Chuck - all the best.

  5. c.h. 06:08am, 01/28/2016

    Great ! The best article I ever read on Kid Lavigne.

  6. Mike Casey 02:21am, 01/28/2016

    Hey, Jack, thank you!

  7. Jack The Lad 11:21pm, 01/27/2016

    Wonderful piece, Mike on a truly wonderful fighter.  If I had a hat, I’d tip it to you.

  8. Mike Casey 02:04pm, 01/27/2016

    Thank you so much, Beaujack. Yes, I have often pictured a battle between Lavigne and Nelson in my mind’s eye - a true marathon fight to the finish!

  9. beaujack 01:59pm, 01/27/2016

    What a superb article on Kid Lavigne Mike… Growing up I would read accounts of Lavigne and his astounding toughness, in a tough age…I recall as a young lad working in Maspeth, NY where I read in an old Ring Magazine that Kid Lavigne fought Joe Walcott in 1895..Wow would I have loved seeing those two legends ?. Who can truly know how a Joe Walcott, Kid Lavigne, Joe Gans, a Terry McGovern, would have fared against the modern lightweights like Benny Leonard, Henry Armstrong, Ike Williams or Roberto Duran ? Pure conjecture, but for sheer toughness, the old timers like Lavigne, Battling Nelson etc, had no equals…
    What a dream fantasy match it would be between a Kid Lavigne and Battling Nelson, long distance affair…WOW…

  10. Mike Casey 11:37am, 01/27/2016

    Great era, Eric. Yaqui Lopez was one of the great hard luck fighters.

  11. Eric 11:08am, 01/27/2016

    Mike Casey…Burnett, Richie Kates, and Yaqui Lopez all gave Galindez all he could handle. Those 3 fighters would have become champs in any other era. What a talented era for 175lbers.

  12. Mike Casey 10:07am, 01/27/2016

    Thank you kindly, oldschool. I’ll take a look!
    Eric: Jesse Burnett at his best was a very classy boxer.

  13. oldschool 09:57am, 01/27/2016

    Mike, what an outstanding article on Lavigne.  His bio “Muscle and Mayhem: The Saginaw Kid and the Fistic World of the 1890s” written by family relative Lauren Chouinard is excellent and I highly recommend it.

  14. Eric 09:34am, 01/27/2016

    I was just thinking about a fight between Galindez and Jesse Burnett. It was their rematch in 1980 and Burnett entered the bout with a cauliflower ear he sustained in training. Galindez weighed a chubby 190lbs for this cruiserweight bout, and to much knowledge didn’t get a chance to perform surgery on Jesse’s ear that day. Vicious Victor was vicious no more, Burnett took a suprisingly easy decision victory.

  15. Mike Casey 09:28am, 01/27/2016

    Walcott was indeed amazing, Eric - and your opinion on ‘Stone Hands’ is shared by a great many!

  16. Eric 09:24am, 01/27/2016

    I had heard of Lavigne, but didn’t know much about him, thanks for another informative article. Little Joe Walcott has always been a favorite of mine, how can you not like a 5’1/2” welterweight champion, the guy was built like a little tank. I rank Duran numero uno as far as lightweights go and would place Gans in the second slot. Can’t see any lightweight in history beating a prime “Stone Hands.”

  17. Mike Casey 08:45am, 01/27/2016

    Yes, Bob, he’s got that look, eh?

  18. Bob 08:23am, 01/27/2016

    Good one, Mike. A gem. The Kid looks like a handful.

  19. Mike Casey 07:14am, 01/27/2016

    Yes, Britt it was, not McFadden. Jimmy was all the rage in San Francisco until the brilliant Packey McFarland knocked him out.

  20. Mike Casey 07:13am, 01/27/2016

    I’m saving Walcott, Clarence! There’s so much to say about him. What a fighting man he was. Believe you are right about George Elbows McFadden, another incredible character. Amazing how some of these guys soldiered on despite terrible punishment. Ad Wolgast finished up as a terrible wreck, training for fights that had taken place years before.

  21. Clarence George 07:13am, 01/27/2016

    I looked it up:  It was in the Jimmy Britt fight that Lavigne got his arm broke (regret to say that I never heard of Britt).  Lavigne didn’t fight again for three years.

  22. Clarence George 06:57am, 01/27/2016

    Supoib, Mike.  I knew of Lavigne, of course, but not a whole lot.  Another fighter who deserves more attention than he gets, despite being in the Hall.  Say, didn’t he fight on against Elbows McFadden despite a broken arm?

    One thing:  You could just have easily focused on Walcott.  Why didn’t you?  You don’t have to answer me, of course, but a report, replete with assumed outrage, has already been dispatched to the Reverend Al.

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