From his new restaurant, in which the current pastime for reckless Manhattan drunks is urging the waiter to ask the proprietor to throw them out, Jack Dempsey last week crossed Eighth Avenue, entered Madison Square Garden, clambered into the ring and nodded morosely to the crowd. Into the ring immediately behind him climbed the two muscular lightweights whose fight the crowd had paid to see: scarred Sammy Fuller of Boston, perennial stumbling block for lightweight contenders, and chipper young Lou Ambers who had nothing but a purse to gain by winning, stood to...
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