In Madison Square Garden, Dynamite Jimmy McLarnin lashed his famous right, his jolting left against the long scarred face of Billy Petrolle, called by admirers "The Fargo Express" because he came from Fargo, N. Dak. It was a set-up for McLarnin, wagerers figured—the best welterweight in the U. S. against a washed-up lightweight. One minute of the first round had passed and McLarnin was landing punches as expected when suddenly Petrolle hit him with a terrific right-hand swing, opened a gash under his left eye. Through the rest of that round, and all...
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