A tall black perpendicular shadow moved out of the murk of a cloudy night last week in Brooklyn, into a glaring arena, a boxing ring. Soon it slid back into the murk, horizontally. It, the shadow, was the ghost of the reputation as a heavyweight fighter of Harry Wills, onetime Negro stevedore, now an affluent Negro bank depositor. The horizontal departure of Mr. Wills's shadow was effected by a grotesque human with thicket eyebrows, a blasted mouth and arms and legs like bent ingots—Paolino Uzcudun, woodchopper from the Basque country (southwest France). M....
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