"The winnahhh . . . a new champiawn. . . ." A little fellow to be proclaimed in so huge a voice, he bowed gaily to the audience and hopped out of the ring, the world's featherweight champion. His name was Andre Routis; he had just completed 15 rounds of infighting against spry Tony Canzoneri. Frenchmen fight with their feet, it is said; but Routis had held his elbows pointed in front of him and his gloves near his ears as he moved in to claw Canzoneri's belly. Canzoneri, after winning the first rounds, had been gradually gutted in this routisserie;...
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