Imperial Valley press., 1933-06-30
SECRET PUNCH
BRINGS TITLE
Camera Says He Practised
Short Uppercut For Weeks Be-
fore Last Nights Battle.
BY JACK CUDDY
United Press Staff Correspondent


NEW YORK. June 3o.-Prim,
Cameras naivety being what it is
no one would suspect him of hav'
ing secrets, yet he stepped out il
Madison Square gardens big sau.
Ger last night ana won the worlC
heavyweight championship with s
''secret punch"
In fact. he hit Jack Sharkey SC
hard with this backstairs wallor
that It was rumored the ex-cham-
pion was dead and it was actual
ly printed that he was confined TO
his hotel room with a brain con-
cusSion.
Sharkey snarled down both OF
these reports at 2:20 a. m. today
before driving off with his wife TO
Boston where he'll rest day or
SO before going TO Bow Lake, N. H,
for fishing and solitude.
The new champion, smiling like
a happy horse. sat on rubbing
tablein his dressing room after the
fight and told about the secret
punch" that blasted Jack to the
deck.
"They say I no heet weeth my
right" said the perspiring giant.
so we let them theenk I no heet
with my right-but I practice for
six weeks so keek like horse
weeth it,
Louis r. Soresi, Cameras mana
ger, and Bill Duffy, the front man,
said the big fellow had secretly
pounded on heavy bag day after
day with the uppercut swapping
like trip-hammer.
The dressing room was as aban-
donedly boisterous as a shipyard
with wild Italian and American
shouts mingling in deafening
symphony that ratified the sheds
iron sides. Everyone was throwing
his arms about everyone else's neck
like babbling bridesmaids.
Somebody handed the naked
mauler a bottle of wine. He took a
long, gurgling pull.
'Ha I feel more like cham
pion now2" he exclaimed.
Except for a small bruise on the
bridge of his nose, Primo was un-
marked. His victory was too easy,
he said. although Sharkey hit hard
er than in their 1881 fight. He knew
he had Jack in the first round af-
ter the COB slugged him with his
best blows
Won For Mussolini
But I roll them off thees time.
I'm good boxer now. know he get
tired so I wait and land my up
percut Sure, I'm ver-ee happy. I
won for myself, for II Duce and for
all Ital-ee," he said.
When translated the cablegram
sent TO his mother in Sequals, Italy,
read. II owe it all to you, Mama"
There was no merriment in Shar-
keys dressing room. Still half
dazed he was assisted into the
room by police and handlers. The
commission physician peered into
his eyes. shook his head and said.
'-Reflexes still slow 1t must have
been a terrible blow
Sharkey blinked his bruised eyes.
"Ex-champion, he exclaimed bit
terly. This is something new to
me. Maybe it would have been bet
ter if it happened in my first fight
with him.
A reporter asked him if he were
through.
Hell, mol" Sharkey exclaimed.
"I want another crack at that big
boy. I gavehim two chances, and
deserve another chance with him.
III fight him any time-and beat
him. Guess got little careless
and ran into lucky one
While Sharkey rolled home to
Boston, Camera, whose huge feet
as recently as 1923 were encased
in burlap bags, was pushing two
extra large dancing pumps about
a shiny floor in one of the city's
bright spots.
The shift from the perspiring
giant of the dressing room TO the
Immaculate hero of the cabaret
gave his life story in a nut shell.
His rise from rags to International
fame and riches occurred in five
years of hodge-podge absurdities
and heroics.