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...supplements. Half an hour before the fight his handlers came into his dressing room, found him standing on his head-relaxing, he said. Thus relaxed, he handed Max quite a pasting. But Tony Galento, the Orange, N. J., barman, is most relaxed with a bung-starter in his hairy paw. For a week before last week's fight he smoked a dozen big black cheroots a day, drank two or three beers after workouts, did road work nights until his wife came down from Orange and saw to it that he got some sober rest...
...hero worship went on, slowly, almost imperceptibly, Lindbergh began to freeze up. People wanted to paw him and he did not like to be pawed. Women wanted to kiss him and he angrily pulled away. Because he kept a distance, the public became more hysterical. In St. Louis, after he had left an outdoor table where he had eaten-as heartily as usual-with fellow officers of his old squadron, he finally saw what he was up against: women broke through the lines and fought for the still damp corncobs which he had chewed clean and left in a small...
...weeks later Lindbergh was in Mexico, received with Latin enthusiasm by people who cheered him but did not want to paw him. At the U. S. Embassy, far from the maddened mob, he met earnest, poetic, adventurous Anne Morrow. With earnest, adventurous (but not poetic) Charles Lindbergh she had much in common. After their wedding at Englewood his war with the press grew more bitter. Newshawks and cameramen hounded them on their honeymoon. A few weeks later in a mass interview, a reporter asked Lindbergh whether his wife was pregnant yet. He whitened with anger...
...best of its cartoons (by Ogg Fitz-Gerald of the Wall Street Journal) showed a wide-eyed, wavy-eared white rabbit with a magician's wand in its paw (see cut), pulling Franklin Roosevelt from a silk hat, over the caption: "THAT'S NEWS!" Some of its fantastic side lights on Recession...
While Manager Grippo continued to stare long range, the Tiger, who had built up a creditable reputation on his crushing punches, patted Bettina with no more force than a pussy cat's paw. In the eighth round, just as the Beaconites were beginning to yawn, the magic worked. Bettina's left hooks floored Grippo's victim twice in quick succession and in the middle of the next round the Tiger, staring stupidly, staggered to a neutral corner...