A god's iron larynx spoke to the multitudes of his people assembled on a hill outside their city in darkness and rain.
". . . AND GENE TUNNEY, OF THE YEWNITED STATES MARINES, ONE HUNNERD EIGHTY-FIVE POUNDS."
From the ranked tribes there burst an answering roar. The metal snarl of that huge voice sent shivers into their hearts. Yet it was not any god, but only Joseph Griffo, the announcer, his voice trumpeted from the loud speaker whose horns overhung the ring. Tunney, who still had a bathrobe on, smiled slightly and bowed his...
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