The squatty lad with the Irish name looked no more like a prizefighter than any other Mexican in Southern California. He had a baby face, black curly hair, a noticeable lack of pugilistic rip & tear, an immense, nerveless calm. Last week, Nick Moran bounced into a Los Angeles ring to be butchered (the odds were 12-to-1 against him) by World's Lightweight Champion Bob Montgomery. Before the fight, reporters tried to elbow their way to his dressing room and were shushed away with: "He's like Napoleon ... he can sleep anytime, and he's...
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