After many a summer, a foreign fighter reached the U.S. without bringing along a glass chin and a pair of collapsible knees. In smoke-hazy Madison Square Garden, hairy-chested Marcel Cerdan, middleweight champion of Europe, danced out from his corner last week and swung like a Normandy windmill. George Abrams, one of the top four U.S. middleweights, looked surprised and swung back. For the next ten rounds they fought it out. Then they waited vacant-eyed and with blood trickling down their faces while the ballots were collected. The winner, to no one's surprise but Abrams', was Frenchman Marcel Cerdan.
In his first U.S....
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