"There's a lot of conversation to boxing," admits Boxing Manager Jack Hurley. He ought to know. In 40 years of guiding good boxers, light-fisted clowns and human cauliflowers through the sweaty jungles of prizefighting, he has learned to use the language as effectively as a Sixth Avenue pitchman. Out of his rowdy-ringside wisdom he has fashioned some fine tigers, e.g., Lightweight Billy ("The Fargo Express") Petrolle. Sometimes he has taken a tame tabby, such as Heavyweight Harry ("Kid") Matthews, and conned the public into believing he was a killer. With either breed...
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