Many people leave a lasting impact on Dublin, becoming a part of its very fabric and remembered as characters of the city. Recently I stumbled upon one very interesting Dublin character of old, remembered for posterity with a brief mention in Me Jewel and Darlin’ Dublin by Éamonn MacThomáis, but otherwise largely forgotten. This character is the black boxer Joseph Warren, who was widely known as ‘Cyclone’ Billy Warren in the first half of the twentieth century. In the words of MacThomáis, Warren “came to Dublin, fell in love with the city and its people and never left.” He was a very familiar face at the General Post Office on O’Connell Street, where he tended to spend his time engaging people in conversation. Warren, who retired in this city, also appeared on screen as an actor and he may have even been painted by Sir William Orpen.
Who was this black boxer who landed in Dublin in the early twentieth century, and what was his background? Information on him is scarce and often seemingly inaccurate, but I’ve tried to piece together the various bits of information out there. There is even disagreement over his nation of origin, with some claiming that Warren was born in Australia, while others insist he was American.The Irish Digest in 1959 wrote of Warren as “Billy Warren, whose father had been born in slavery on a cotton plantation”, yet others would refer to him as Australian in the Irish media. Regardless of origins, it appears Warren would box in Australia, the United States and right across Europe over the course of his career. According to the Irish Independent at the time of his death in March 1951, the “negro boxer, who had been a familiar figure to O’Connell Street crowds for nearly half a century” was 74 years old. It was stated that before settling in Dublin he had married a “Wolverhampton girl” and that they lived in a small one-roomed home on Nelson Street, from which he would emerge and walk down to O’Connell Street daily. His seemingly exotic past and career in the boxing ring, coupled with the relatively unusual fact that Warren was a black man in the Dublin of his time, made him stand out from the crowd.
In a June 1946 interview with the Irish Independent, Warren gave some detail of his life and career, claiming that as a 27 year old in 1907 he had boxed with the famous Jack Johnson, the first African American world heavyweight boxing champion. “I was pretty green myself then”, he told the paper. “I didn’t know much about covering up and defence, but I could take a good beating without swallowing the anchor.” However Box Rec, dedicated to recording the histories of boxers who have stepped into the ring, casts some doubt on Warren’s tale of fighting Johnson, noting that:
Claims he made after his career of fighting both Jack Johnson and Peter Jackson have not been proven, and may just be exaggerations by the “Cyclone.” But Warren did square off with Sam McVey, a great black fighter of the era, losing by a second round knockout. “
The Box Rec website has also attempted to correlate a list of Warren’s appearances in the ring, though like with all aspects of his story details are sketchy in places. References to Warren boxing in this city begin to appear towards the end of the first decade of the twentieth century and continue from there. In 1910 for example he was advertised as boxing in the Theatre Royal:
Even earlier, in August 1909, there is reference to Warren fighting Wexford man Jem Roche for the Championship of Ireland in Belfast and later in Dublin. Warren would succeed in beating Roche in Belfast. Interestingly, the Australian Auckland Star heralded this event, praising “the Australian boxer” for his talents. Not long after this success, Warren would lose the title in Dublin to Roche. Some argued that as a non-national he should never have been allowed compete for the Irish Championship at all. Warren spent some time boxing in France and England, something the records can verify. Anthropologist William A. Shack draws on a letter from Warren to a U.S newspaper in his book Harlem in Montmartre: A Paris Jazz Story Between the Great Wars, in which he claimed that in Britain there existed strong racial prejudice against black people, and that “only one in a hundred in Great Britain would put up a Race man for lodgings and board.” It’s possible this feeling of alienation may have encouraged the boxer to settle in Ireland. Warren seems to have made his living in a variety of ways outside of the ring.In 1915 for example he was in trouble in Limerick when he “appeared at Templemore Fair” selling shirt studs, and refused to give his name and address to a police officer. He was taken in under the Defence of the Realm Act according to the Irish Independent. Writing of Warren in the later years of his life, MacThomáis claimed “at one time he used to advertise Nugget boot polish. He used to stand on a piece of black wood that looked like black marble. Written on it were the words Nugget Polish.” In 1920 he appeared on screen here, featuring in a work called In the Days of Saint Patrick, described in The Story of Irish Film as an “ambitious production” which featured “pirate galleys and chariot races” among other things. Warren played the role of a slave in the production. The film was warmly received in Ireland and Britain. Was Warren the first black man to appear in an Irish film production? Vinne Caprani, the Dublin poet, wrote of Warren in the 1960s for the Irish Independent. Caprani was tasked with writing a series of articles on another boxer entirely, in the form of Mike Farrell, but Warren entered the narrative. In the articles Caprani claimed that Irishman Farrell had fought Warren in the U.S, and adds:
Warren was a cagey battler, who had come up the hard way, having served his ring apprenticeship in what was then known as the “battle-royals.” These events were an unusual feature of the American ring at that time. The idea of the “battle-royal” was to put four coloured fighters in the ring at the same time blindfolded and at the sound of the bell all four would leave their corners and start whaling into each other. This went on round after round, until only one remained on his feet, and be he collected the purse.
This may well have been a story Warren himself told, and it is unclear if there is truth to it. Caprani would also write that “Warren settled down in the Irish capital and Mike tells me that years later, after his return to Ireland, he frequently met Warren. Over a pint the two veterans would often discuss their various contests in the rough old days.”
Did the celebrated artist Sir William Orpen paint ‘Cyclone’ Billy Warren? It seems somewhat likely. The below artwork recently came up for auction. This 1913 painting, showing a victorious boxer, is sometimes said to show the mysterious character. As noted in the catalogue description to go with the piece:
By far the most likely contender is Cyclone Billy Warren (c.1876/1877-1951). Certainly in the latter part of his life Warren became a familiar Dublin character, with his bowler hat, cane and faded crombie overcoat as he stood every day outside the GPO in O’Connell Street right up to the time of his death. Here he would tell of his boxing exploits to anyone prepared to listen.
Cyclone Billy Warren’s story is a confusing one, and it certainly appears that he himself was capable of adding layers to it. Still, he was a colourful character all the same, and a familiar face to generations of Dubliners. We would certainly welcome comments from people who can untangle the story a bit more. While his origins are unclear, his final resting place is certain. Today, he rests in Mount Jerome Cemetery here in Dublin.
Congrats on yet another interesting story. My only reservation is the use of the phrase ‘non-national’. I think ‘non-Irish national’ or ‘foreign national’ would be more accurate descriptions.
loving all the old history of the goings on in Dublin and the characters who inhabited it over the years! Wondering if you can through any light on the life and times of Dublin singer Johnny Keyes who performed in dance halls and Capitol and Theatre Royal during the 1940’s.
kind regards Irene
Johnny Keyes was my father! He sadly passed away a few years ago, in his eighties. I don’t know when he moved here to Birmingham, but I was born in the sixties and he was always still singing. I just googled his name and I am pleasantly surprised that he is still remembered! Obviously I am replying to your post about a year after you put this up, I would be more than happy to share information with you if you are still on here!
Johnny Keyes is actually available on itunes which was a nice surprise recently! Just search his name, or “Irish Allanah” and hopefully you will find it! I don’t know who may get royalties but not me, sadly! But a lovely trip down memory lane anyway xxx
Hi Isabel
What a surprise!
While still trying to find some film footage of Johnny Keyes for my mother Anne Keyes – Johnny’s only surviving sibling now 94 yrs old.I came across your reply to a long forgotten request on this site.- what a turn up for the books!
I am actually your cousin Irene (Borrowman) We met on one occasion in the early 70’s when I paid a visit to your house in Balsall Heath and your mum Diane made me very welcome. To the best of my knowledge your dad went to Birmingham around 1954.. I have fond memories of your dad and the great sing songs at our grandparents home in Capel St. Dublin during my early childhood. All the Keyes family were wonderful singers! Happy days long since gone!
I would love to hear from you again
Love
Irene
Whilst well before my time enjoyed reading the story, history is so important and interesting
Great job Donal trying to unearth facts, then sifting fact from fiction. Typical Irish tale come to think of it.
Very interesting story. Any surviving family in Ireland? I’ve done a little research on a Caribbean-Australian Fred James, boxing ring name “Cocoa Jackson”, Australian boxing champ in 1928/9. Same story of untangling fact from fiction. Arrived in Melbourne as a runaway from a calypso band who played on a travelling cruise ship. We managed to track down a lot of surviving family.
A laneway in Brunswick, Melbourne was named after “Cocoa” and we also did a wall mural with a nice 100 word explanation close to where he lived. Maybe doing a mural of Billy would be a nice touch…
all the best
Hi Willie C, Do you know where in the Caribbean “Cocoa Jackson” was from?
Surviving family have told me that the family hailed from Bermuda (which is not technically the Caribbean), former plantation slaves, I suppose. Its worth noting too that there appears to have been more than one “Cocoa Jackson” boxer in Australia at the turn of 20th Century. I think “cocoa” was a (somewhat derogatory) name given to black people in Australia back in those days. Boxing was very popular in early 20th Century here and there were a number of african-decent boxers around.
When I was a young boy i remember Cylone Worren ,he lived over Beckers Tea shop in Nth Earl St He wore a ,bowler hat and a big brown Overcoa tAt that time he could barely walk,and it took Him a long to walk to Oconnell St
Hi Willie C, Thanks for your reply. Was Fred James buried in a Melbourne cemetery? Which ship did he come to Australia on?
Cylone (syckey) as he was known live in 32 Nelson St,,, front room above my aunt,,, I remember meeting his widow in her room when I was about 10 (now im 73) and I remember what a lady she was sitting in a high back chair,, Wearing a long black Dress with a beautiful white lace collar that she had made herself hair tied back in a bun ??
My mother, Elizabeth McDermott, (born 1928) lived on Mid-Mountjoy Street till she was about 4. She often told the story about a very elegantly dressed black man who would pass the window every morning with a bowler hat and umbrella. Fascinated by his appearance she told her father who said ‘you should make a fist at him’; she inferred this was because he was undesirable to some degree. Next morning she stuck her dukes up at the passing gentleman, who stoped, and addressed her with a classic boxing stance towards the window, umbrella still hanging from his arm. She was so terrified she ran to the kitchen and hid under the table. It wasnt till much later she told the story to a Dublin couple whonwere able to relate that it wasnt a figment of her imagination, and the man was Cyclone Billy Warren. Thanks for yournblog.
As a child in Dublin in thev1940,50 s I lived in Nelson St where cyclone Warren lived and use to see him walking up or down Nelson St.
Patrick Bennett
Of 27 Nelson St Dublin