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...Sturm, Schwung, Wucht." And so it looked this week. Rommel began his action with feints towards the north, then a jab at the southern front. With his entire Afrika Korps of four divisions-tank columns and light infantry-he swept along the edge of the Qattara Depression, struck at the British lines, penetrated some distance into British mine fields, swung toward the seacoast. This was Rommel's Sturm, Schwung, Wucht.* The operation was reminiscent of the wide sweep he had made around Bir Hachéim in May. But Alexander and Montgomery were ready for him. They had learned...
...gulls. It is generally believed now, however, that the gremlins have wings on their shoulders, but, if so, the wings are invisible in photographs (see cut). One school of thought favors vertical-lift propellers on each shoulder. The Coastal Command learned that gremlins love to punch holes in pontoons, jab pilots in the back when they are too busy to scratch, or drink up all the gasoline except just enough to make a landing...
...decisive and brilliant whipping, taking the bout in the third round on a technical knockout with his opponent reeling on the ropes. Except for the second period, during which Sauer rallied and held a slight edge, Bullitt consistently out-boxed him and handed out terrific punishment with a left jab to the body, right cross to the head, and final left hook routine...
...Conn, a handsome Irish toughie, brought up in Pittsburgh's brawl-proud East Liberty section, had been fighting since he was 14. He got his upper schooling in the lightweight, welterweight, middleweight and light-heavyweight classes, had only recently given up his light-heavy title to take a jab at Joe Louis' diadem. The wise money said The Kid should have waited another year. He was fast and smart but he was 25 Ib. lighter than Louis, had no steam behind his punches...
Aglow with confidence, Conn came out for the 13th round. "I got you, Joe," he had taunted. But the champ was not the champ for nothing. And The Kid was still a kid. Instead of continuing to jig & jab, Conn did just what he had been warned not to do: he sailed into shufflin' Joe, began swapping punches. This was what the cool-headed champ had been waiting for. Before the swaggering youngster knew what had struck him, he was staggering under a bombardments of rights & lefts. Two seconds before the bell, he was curled up on the canvas...