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While news photographers clucked and clicked, the heavyweight champion of the world stood impassively, as always, in this outfit he will wear for Uncle Sam. Joe Louis Barrow had passed his physical exam a few days before with the comment: "Guess I haven't got those flat feet I was afraid of." Asked what he would do if he saw a Jap, he drawled: "In the line of duty I'll defend myself." On the day he was due to report at camp, Joe left his suite in Harlem's best hotel, had his chauffeur drive...
Black markets flourished in East End streets. Barrow merchants sold silk stockings (probably stolen goods) with only a pretense of accepting rationing coupons. Crates of oranges, strictly restricted to children, passed through a market speculator to his favored customers. Housewives evaded milk rationing by registering with two companies, thereby getting twice their legal share...
...Louis' fistic career terminates next week, ten fabulous years of a big coffee-colored boy's life will end. Ten years ago, Joe Louis Barrow was a Detroit ragamuffin, toting ice for fly-by-night icemen to earn a few pennies to keep his feet in shoes. Transplanted from an Alabama cotton patch at the age of 12, the strapping, slow-thinking boy, only two generations away from slavery, had found himself a misfit in city schools where his classmates were nearly half his age. He never got beyond the fifth grade...
...finished it. One day in 1931, one of his pals persuaded him to go to the Brewster St. Recreation Center (a settlement house in the heart of Detroit's "black bottom"). There Joe learned to box. At first he disliked it, preferred handball. But within a year, Joe Barrow was the best fighter in the Center, won a silver cup as the most outstanding novice light-heavyweight in Detroit's Golden Gloves tournament...
...that time Roxborough was on the verge of backing another up-&-coming Negro light-heavyweight, John Henry Lewis of Arizona. But after seeing Joe box a few rounds, Roxborough forgot about John Henry. "What's your name, boy?" he asked the shy, shambling kid. "Joe Louis Barrow," the kid replied. "That's too long, I'll just call you Joe Louis...