Time and again and again, a wizened little old man flung himself feverishly, but feebly, upon a young Hebrew desperado at the Velodrome, Manhattan. Thus assaulted, the desperado angrily smashed the old man back and down, with crushing blows on the face. At length the ancient, blood-smeared and sick, staggered weakly away.
The quarrel was over a purseāand the world's bantamweight boxing championship. The desperado was Abie Goldstein, "Harlem assassin," titleholder, whose boxing on this occasion was now brilliantly clever, now dismally stupid. The little old man was Charley Ledoux, of France, aged...
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