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That is what Paul ("Astoria Assassin") Berlenbach, world's light heavyweight champion, did last week. The champion got on the scales and he weighed 174 1/2 lb. Then his rival got on and the weight was shoved way out on the bar to 190. Of course with such a difference in weight, the champion was not risking his title. But he freely and voluntarily entered the ring at Madison Square Garden with the 190-pounder, Johnny Risko, in consideration of a part of the $62,000 of gate receipts collected from Theodore Roosevelt, Red Grange, Charley Hoff...
...boxers were garbed in brown kid gloves and black tights, over which the champion draped a Canadian blanket, and Risko (Clevelander) wore a ringside cloak resembling a brown plaid bathrobe. These latter were dispensed with and the pasting began. Before the first round was over Mr. Berlenbach discovered that the 15 1/2 lb. he had given away were coming back to him with a vengeance. Most of these pounds seemed to be in Mr. Risko's left mitten. Toward the end of the first round the knowledge of how much weight he had given away came to Mr. Berlenbach...
...most magnificent prize-ring in the world-a ring with posts of brass, bucket-holders of brass, seats braced with brass, and ropes of bottle-green plush-the Star Chamber of the new Madison Square Garden, Manhattan-he pushed that fist so violently into the face of Paul Berlenbach that the latter fell down and reclined on his side, head, ear, shoulders, hips and legs. The referee's arm began to rise and fall and a great crowd rose in pandemonium, for it was a fact patent to all that if burly Berlenbach ("the Astoria Assassin...
...Berlenbach launched a one-two punch like the slow, alternate strokes of a freight locomotive's pistons. Slattery danced out; he lifted his hands from his sides to flick the sultry visage of his opponent; he mocked and mowed, smiling his smile of a derisive faun; his body flashed with spite. Berlenbach lowered his head. When struck, he shook it from side to side-a bull perplexed by dragonflies...
...rounds passed. Berlenbach outboxed, registered no change of demeanor. But Slattery? A tiny spray of blood worked at his lips. The speed was faded that had touched him with beauty like a fire. Berlenbach swung his left hand. Slattery fell, got up again. Four times in the tenth, three times in the eleventh round, his body lustreless now, crumpled under terrible blows. The referee stopped the fight...