The Milwaukee's smoky Auditorium, the rumbling shouts rose to a roar. The crowd was clamoring for the kill. Jackie Darthard, a promising 18-year-old Negro middleweight,* was down twice in the third round. At the bell, he stumbled woozily to his corner. To test his reactions, his manager threw questions at him quickly. "What's ya name. . . What town we in. . . What round is it?" Darthard muttered: "Cut out the jive, I'll get this guy." The guy he had to get was 160-lb. Bert Lytell, also a Negro and more noted for shiftiness than for a punch. But after...
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