When Jack Dempsey, sunburned, deliberate and scowling, with an old red sweater thrown over his shoulders and a three days' beard on his chin, climbed through the ropes of a ring and sat down in his corner, people always felt sorry for his opponent. How terrible it would be to face that hunched body with the enormous shoulders, endure the glare of those narrowed black eyes. . . . Last week in a District Court in Manhattan Jack Dempsey climbed into a chair and sat down. He had on a new suit, his fierce black eyes looked sheepish. He stuck his...
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