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In Chicago, onetime Heavyweight Champion Jack Sharkey, fatter and more surly looking than last July when he lost his title to Primo Camera, climbed into a ring opposite clownish young King Levinsky. Thirty seconds after the gong surly Jack Sharkey was flat on his back for a count of seven. Soon his left eye was swollen, he moved groggily. Warming up, Levinsky floundered in fiercely, sometimes wildly beating the air, sometimes carefully beating Sharkey's pate. When Sharkey landed a nasty loin-blow, Levinsky returned it. When Sharkey won his only decisive round — the seventh — Levinsky came back to pump blow after blow at Sharkey's head, then at his body. After ten fast savage rounds, the judges unanimously gave the decision to Chicago's Levinsky, highly elating the onetime fish peddler's Maxwell Street friends, many of whom had climbed over Comiskey Park's fence to watch the bout.