Word: berlenbach
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...fight for him, in Manhattan, next September, for a guarantee of $475,000 and half of the net gate receipts over $1,000,000 against any opponent Mr. Rickard picks out. To find the opponent there will be an elimination tournament involving Jack Sharkey, Jim Maloney, Jack Delaney, Paul Berlenbach and Michael Paolino. The winner of the tournament will fight Jack Dempsey (if Dempsey needs money badly enough to get in the ring), and the winner of this challenge round will fight Tunney. Jack Delaney, flashy lightheavy-weight, popular choice for Tunney's next opponent, will have...
Last week in Brooklyn he gave Jack Delaney a return match-15 rounds to a decision. The cold eyes glinted slow malice; the pale, hairy body moved forward, paused, swayed, moved forward. In the fifth round one of Delaney's whizzing fists dropped Berlenbach to one knee. Berlenbach arose and moved forward with Delaney dancing in and out and more fists whizzing, now to Berlenbach's crushed nose, now to his gloomy mouth, now to his heaving midriff. None of Berlenbach's long, stiff blows were steered anywhere near dancing Delaney. At the end, the referee...
Those who saw Paul Berlenbach win the world's lightheavyweight championship last year from that sly old Irish Reynard, Michael McTigue, were confident that he would not long retain it. He was no boxer, that was plain; his one weapon was a left hook that crippled metaphor, but looked as easy to dodge as a freight train. He was not pretty to look at either, being a somewhat scarred ex-taxi-driver with a thick nose, thick jaw, thick mouth and a pair of cold, slow, brutal eyes. He seemed a fighter without imagination, he ever comes up against...
...Paul Berlenbach showed that he was not afraid to fight. He fought boxers and took what they had to give and tired them out; he boxed fighters and hit harder than they did. In December he beat young Jack Delaney, a French-Canadian who could both dance and hit. Critics began to think better of Paul Berlenbach...
...tired referee that staggered out of a Manhattan ring last week where awkward Light-Heavyweight Champion Paul Berlenbach had been defending himself against flat -footed Challenger Billy ("Young") Stribling. The latter had spent all but three of 15 rounds hugging close to his rangy opponent, out of range of a vague but blasting left hand that has sent better men than he to sleep. It was the referee's frequent and unpleasant duty to pull the two wrestlers apart and insist that they box. Only in the seventh to the ninth round did Stribling look anything like the fast-stepping...