Evening star., 1921-07-17
and handed an inspired telegram tina
read: c2;E rrf
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and handed an inspired telegram tnst
read: cZiG rTf |.
Remember. Dick. carry %! I.'.. -.
The referee had concluded his in.
struetions with an admonitory; shake x
Harlem Kid spoke up: .. {:
We'll shake hands now"
The champion grinned, EXTENDED his
gloves in a sweeping movement and
walked back to his corner. To the
surprise Of the great crowd. the ehal-
ring. eyes fixed intently on his op-
ponent's corner His gloves were
drawn into position, his feet braced
under him for a spring. and his head
thrust slightly forward. In the curve
Of his slim body there was the sinister
but the lightest touch Of the trigger
to, accomplish it's mission. More
extraordinary still was the eagerness,
manifested in every taut. quiverinS
muscle and limb Of the Pride Of Har.
Quick protests broke from the op-.
2osite corner. The referee hastened
forward. What's the idea."
Potter's eyes remained riveted on
his opponent; his soft shoes squirmed
into the canvas: his crouching body
Ring the BELL" he snapped. II
don't have to 60 to my corner and
The referee hesitated and was lost.
He backed away and signaled to the
timekeeper. The bang Of the bell and
GUS.
The. Harlem Kid remembered the
stroke Of the gong, remembered clearly
the leap that carried him into his op.
ponent.s corner. and the sting Of the
first blow that he drove home against
the champions heart, but after that
responding to subconscious sugges-
tion. He himself was back at San Ro-
sarfo under the turquoise skies, listen.
ing to the prattle of a girl.
The four-round game teaches a man
speed. speed-and still more speed.
The drying-out process takes the last
bit Of loEginess from the system. The
Harlem Kid was naturally an aggres-
sive, two-handed fighter Of the hurri.
cane type. And now. under Grffiin's IN
structions. he had become q fistic c2-
clone that from the tap Of the gong
other corner.
In the heavier, tawny frame Of Jose
vesperandez. known to the world "a
Joe vesper, the blood Of the Pimans
flowed: For two minutes he covered
up and waited for the storm to sub
| and
galleries Increased and the challenger's
gloves ripped at his ribs and head with
increasing speed, his control crumpled.
Ignoring the advice of his seconds.
he abandoned footwork and science and
elected to mix with the man who had
dared to show him up.
The bell GLANCED repeatedly. signal
ing the end Of the round, and still the
Harlem Kid and the king Of the Light
weights stood toe to toe in q thunder
OF gloves until they were pried apart.
That too, was part Of Grifin's plan,
for It brought Joe Vesper up for the
second round with his nostrils wide
and the light OF anger in his small
black eyes.
Again the Harlem Kid leaped to the
attack, and the telegraph instruments
beat staccato chorus as the rinxside
experts strove vainly to follow the
most amazing pace they had ever seen
in a title match. Only one man, 4 vet
eran scribe for the biggest news ssrv-
ice Of the country. grasped the signifi-
canoe Of the round.
Potter is fighting against time" he
dictated. ut looks like a knock -out in
the next, or . decision for the champ.
+ + + +
DAT Grimm knew the truth when the
Harlem Kid sank into his corner
after rocking his opponent again and
again until the roar Of the hunting
pack rang full and clear. against the
rafters. He cast one glance down at
Abdul, working furiously on the boys
auivering legs. and another at Joe Yes
per, his head tilted hack on the ropes,
his eyes closed, and his chest heaving
spasmodically. Then for the flrst time
in his life the Irishman seized Q sponge
and prepared to toss the token Of de-
feat into the ring. He knew that Pot.