In Los Angeles. Down to the ringside of a fine new boxing stadium strutted a gentleman in a tuxedo. There were other gentlemen present in similar garb for this was a night to which reporters would doubtless affix, in their matutinal commentaries, the adjective "gala." The Olympic Stadium, on which $1,000,000 had just been spent, was about to be opened by scuffles between Salvadore and Jessick, lightweights, and Brown and Grandetta, bantams. "Cold Ice Cream, a Spoon in Every Package," cried vendors; candy was offered, soda-pop—the crowd ignored these amenities the better to...
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