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Grown paunchy but no more quarrelsome during his absence from the ring, Fisticuffer Sharkey came cautiously out of his corner in New York's Yankee Stadium, dabbed tentatively at his opponent until Louis' right fist exploded on his jaw. Thereafter his efforts, devoted exclusively to self-defense, were even less successful. Louis scored two knockdowns in the second round, two more in the third. After the fourth knockdown Fisticuffer Sharkey shook his head, removed his rubber mouth-guard, lay down while the referee counted him out. Next day. sports writers told what they thought had happened: Fisticuffer Louis...
...Schmeling's shattering fist has smashed all adversaries of National Socialism in the face and saved the prestige of the white race!" crowed Das Schwarze Korps, newsorgan of Adolf Hitler's black-jacketed Special Guard last week. By order of Minister of Propaganda and Public Enlightenment Dr. Paul Joseph Goebbels, all editors in the Fatherland were barred from ever printing another sports article by Boxing Expert Arthur Billow, who had predicted in Berlin's 12 Uhr Blatt that Negro Joe Louis would whip the German fisticuffer in Manhattan. As the dirigible Hindenburg neared Frankfurt with Schmeling aboard...
Cowards, Poltroons, Jellyfish! Next, with Prime Minister Stanley Baldwin and the whole of His Majesty's Government looking flushed and uncomfortable-ex-cepting Sir Samuel Hoare - the Rt. Hon. David Lloyd George bounded to his feet, shook his fist deliberately at Eden, then at Baldwin and led members of His Majesty's Loyal Opposition in calling the British Cabinet "cowards . . . poltroons . . . jellyfish . . . skulkers . . . flying fleas...
Finally Britain's Wartime Prime Minis ter beat his chest with doubled fist and roared: "A few months ago 50 nations trusted Britain. The nations now will never trust this crowd! [gesturing at the Cabinet]. Tonight we have listened to a cowardly surrender and there on the Brit ish Government front bench are the cow ards...
...Louis, sitting beside Author Carl Van Vechten, fainted dead away. Almost equally astonished, the rest of the crowd set up an angry roar. It continued, a disappointed and monotonous chant, until, in the twelfth round, long since dazed by the steady, systematic pounding of Schmeling's right fist against his jaw, Superman Louis went down again. This time, as he wriggled on the canvas, the referee counted...