Word: puncher
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...reaches for the championship tonight, for Bob Schiafly, who won his opener with knockout, will be right in there. Schiafly has good timing, has been working out for a long time and he is in top-notch shape. The 175 pound class has Fred Jerome, a good hard puncher, gridman Tom Duane, Sam Shaw, who has been boxing on the Varsity squad, and Sam Cole, who is the dark horse of this particular foursome...
Dave Gluck at 175 pounds and Spencer Howe as heavyweight face seemingly invincible opponents, Bill Schmidt and Fred Cramer, respectively. Both are Southern Conference Champions, Cramer having hold his title for the last two years. Gluck is a sophomore but despite his lack of experience is an exceptionally good puncher. He won both his bouts at the Coast Guard Academy and Princeton...
...Aside from his experience and reading, which are great equipment for his job, I like Old Ironpants' column for the wild, somewhat hilarious joy with which he sails into an argument. Sometimes it is a little cruel, because he is such a tremendous puncher, and like Dempsey, once that bell rings, he knows nothing but punch, punch, punch until something drops. He loves to tackle those stiff, straight-up-and-down stylish debaters who use the fancy words...
Best authorities agree that Max Baer or any other hard-hitter might knock out a cow or bull by punching it between the eyes, but it would certainly not kill the beast, certainly would break the puncher's hand. There is no record of a prizefighter's trying it. However Max Baer, while helping his father in the butchering business in California, sometimes slugged cattle unconscious by punching them in the short ribs. Jack Dempsey, the late James J. Corbett and other pugilists have tried their hand at steer-knocking in the Chicago stockyards. The knocker wields...
...armored car with no end of gangsters, a lunatic, and a number of amiable and stupid minions of the law, but the answers are all there in the end. And so are Joan Blondell, the wise little girl from Three Rivers, Illinois, and Wallace Ford, the rip-roaring cow-puncher from Peach Springs, Arizona, in each other's arms. It's very sweet, and all so terribly exciting. The horrid audience just would insist on laughing the rude things...