Prizefighting: Wot Larks!

Tomato-red Rolls-Royce, here he comes!

Cassius Marcellus Clay was in Londontown last week, and he had a lean and hungry look. "I am the prettiest fighter you ever did see," he cried. "The prettiest-and the loudest." Five was Cassius' magic number, the round in which he promised to demolish Henry Cooper, 29, a onetime house plasterer who claims the British and Empire Heavyweight championships. But that was two weeks off. In the meantime, there were 55,000 tickets to be sold, and Cor, luv, wot larks!

Super-Duper. So off to Soho Cassius trooped, to confront...

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