Last September any fight fan with 40¢ in his pocket could have seen a spindle-shanked little featherweight Negro named Henry Armstrong strutting his stuff in Manhattan's Madison Square Garden. Last week in that same arena, air-conditioned but nonetheless sweltering under floodlights on one of the hottest nights of the year, 20,000 fight fans gladly paid as much as $16.50 a seat to watch the same spindle-shanked little boxer perform.
For in the intervening eleven months, 25-year-old Henry Armstrong had snatched the featherweight (126 Ib.) championship away from Petey Sarron (by a knockout), then, jumping right over the lightweight class, had punched the...
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