When Don Quixote tilted with the windmill, he did his best to focus his crumbling and erratic faculties on the proper maneuvering of his rusty shield, the inclination of his little lance, while his gigantic opponent, being without a brain, threshed its huge flails stupidly, and glared with idiotic rancor upon the fustian battler. Harry Greb, middle-weight pugilistic champion of the world, is called the "Pittsburgh Windmill." Like the onetime opponent of Quixote, he swings his arms about and around, jerks them up from below, slams them down from above. But, unlike...
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