It was a roughhouse brawl. They hit with the backs of their gloves, they hit below the belt, they hit after the bell. They spat blood, dripped blood, slobbered blood. It was the sort of fight a reputable U. S. citizen would be horrified to see in a waterfront saloon. Yet last week this primitive performance was billed as a top-notch heavyweight boxing match—staged in New York's Yankee Stadium to select a September challenger for the world's championship. And 18,000 presumably reputable U. S. citizens paid up to $11.50 a seat to watch...
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