During the cataloging of my collection, I recently came across a series of press photos of Benny Lynch training for various competitions in the behind schedule 1930s. Benny Lynch is one of the tiny group of British boxers for whom public opinion has a special fascination. It will probably be caused by his early, tragic death, if it is because of his boxing career, which was both meteoric and sensational, as well as controversial. He is a legend among Scottish fans and he will have few competitors if someone had to choose the best Scottish warrior of the 20th century. Ken Buchanan is, I think, an obvious other candidate.
Benny favored Kempys, a range of hills 12 miles north of Glasgow, to training camps. Before this he was used to training at Cathkin Braes, but when Benny and his manager George Dingley saw Kempyy, it was such. As John Burrowes wrote in his biography of Lynch in 1982, Dingley said: “What a wonderful, really wonderful place for a training camp. He has all this. Benny could take hills, take all this pristine air, and is a host to look after him. Nothing can be more perfect.”
Benny loved to escape from the feverish pace of Glasgow to train in the countryside, and also regularly crashed the camp in Stirlingshire. Photos this week show him in two different camps. You can see him how he attracts the water from his caravan during training in Dungoyne for a competition with Jimmy Warnock from June 1937. His trainer Alec Lambert can be seen in the background. Alec himself was a good warrior, boxing Ted Kid Lewis in 1913 for the free title of British featherweight and won the ABA championship in 1910 of the same weight. Benny’s father stayed with him in caravan and cooked for Benny.
He can also be paired with this great little Flyight, little Bostock from Leek, for his fight with Pat Palmer in 1936. Benny looks at the camera and I can’t find out how the photographer succeeded so high so close to the ring, but this is a gourmet shot. Willie McCamley, another decent professional, can be seen in the corner, waiting for his turn to enter with Benny. This camp was in drmen and was a brief walk from Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond. It is not surprising that Benny was doing so well against Palmer, who sent in eight rounds to preserve his British, European and global Flyight titles.
When “boys” went from Glasgow at Kemps to watch how he trained, in 1937, when he trained at his epic competition against the undefeated Peter Kane, over 4,000 appeared to watch him. There is a eminent photo of Benny hitting Punchball in the ring, with his name on a shirt, and this photo was taken before this vast crowd.
It is depressed to refer to that when Benny’s brief career ended, and he toured the boxing cabins and lived with his name that he once again went to tiny towns and villages in rural Scotland, where he once trained. This time, however, it was as washed and disgusted, the champion he visited, and he scrapped the nobles, for peanuts, in shabby venerable stands that day.
Let’s remember the great Benny Lynch. I think his biggest fight was the one with Kane and how Bn Informed at the time: “From probably the greatest show of fighting with boxes that has ever served British Master, Benny Lynch kept all three titles. Lynch was brilliant and magnetic in victory, Kane Wonderful in failure. The master showed his most classic show and turned out to be the best scale in the world.”