Gone were the gaudiest charactersthe clowning dwarf, the private golf pro, the personal barberwho had ridden the coattails of the champ. When Sugar Ray Robinson arrived in Chicago last week, a challenger once more for the middleweight title he had given up when he retired in 1952, his entourage had been trimmed to a modest number that included his wife, his son, a cook, a valet, a personal bodyguard, a sparring partner, two trainers, two managers and two press-agents. For a man of Sugar's high tastes, his relative economy suggested that he meant business.
Few fight fans were impressed. Champion Bobo Olson,...