The electric bulbs outside Promoter Tex Rickard's vast new sport arena in Manhattan blazoned a great name. Dapper dandies called up shingled dames and told them. Mayor Walker promised to occupy a ringside box. Ancient hooligans of the Roaring Forties cadged the entrance fee. Gorgeous Georges Carpentier motored over from his hotel. The bulbs were flaring forth: "Fitzsimmons."
All eyes fastened upon the first figure to enter the ring when the evening's feature bout was announced. Old eyes were confused by a ghostly image that arose...
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