He bobbed and weaved, grimaced and grunted, swung his hard fists in & out, up & down. Hammering Henry Armstrong looked like old Perpetual Motion himself. But he was not. He was a sluggish, weary old man of 30, plagiarizing his youth. Lithe, 23-year-old Negro Ray Robinson knew it, and held back for ten shadowy, monotonous, one-sided rounds. The customers also knew it and lustily booed the kind of drama they did not come to see.
Fifteen thousand fans had paid over $60,000 to see Henry Armstrong because he had once been a...
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