Imperial Valley press., 1936-05-27
BY HENRY McLEMORE


NEW YORK, May 81. UP)-If you
were walking down the street and
saw the same kind of fight Joe
Louis puts on at his training camp
four or five times an afternoon
you'd call a cop and tell him to
stop it.
Your sense of fair play simply
wouldn't let you walk on past
helpless fellow getting nis head
knocked off by man who viewed
his victim as coldly as a butcher
whacking up a side of beef.
Yet that sort Of thing goes on. ev-
cry day. and hundreds of people
pay so cents to watch it. And it's
not far off the. street at that, for
that tent in which the Detroit
Negro is preparing himself for the
million dollar fight with Max
Schmeling, the German is pitched
only a few yards off the main high
way that leads from New York to
the Jersey seacoast. Neighborhood
kids, lacking the so cents for tickets,
sprawl themselves on the ground
and seeing from tree branches for
a peek into the outdoor abaltoir.
The training rules laid down by
razor-sliced faced Jack Blackburn
call for Louis to box five and six
rounds each day, and it's up to
Mushky Jackson. camp attache, to
get them. Mushky, a fight man
ager himself for 20 years or so,
is one of the best flesh prOcur-
ers in the business, but he had
been hard pressed to keep Louis
supplied with targets.
Just About Run Out
II done just about run out"
Mushky forlornly confided yester-
day. I bring EN- in here, but they
don't last but day That Louis
busts their brains out. He's Worse'n
Dempsey ever was. When he knocks
em down he picks EN- up and says:
You feeling all right?' If they so
much as nod their wobbling heads
he let's 'em loose and Whacks again.
Punches like that don't do anybody
any good, and they get out soon as
they can
Mushky was sitting by the ring
side as he told me this, and even as
he spoke the announcer introduced
the first of the days sparring part
ners, one George Clark Of Newark.
George Clark was a skinny little
Negro, whose pants, faded by many
Washings, hung almost to his knees.
He wore plain tan tennis shoes. not
sneakers, and his mouthpiece split
his mouth into a silly grin. At the
bell he ran aWkWardly toward Louis.
and paved at him with trembly
rights and lefts. Unblinking. and
with a face that was a mask, Louis
circled George few times and then
-Bing! Bang! Bang Bingl Whack!
Georges head wobbled cra2ily from
a hook, bounced straight up from
a right. His belly doubled from
another left, and his mouth and
nose bled. They led him out.
Salvatore Ruggirello, a giant Ital-
ian who walks unsteadily on his
feet was next.
Beat Blazes On Sides
Watch this guy get it, someone
whispered at the ringside He
worked round with Joe last year
and after hitting Joe on the chin
with his best punch, said his ankle
was sprained and quit JoeU flat
ten him"
Joe didn't flatten Salvatore. but
it would have been the merciful
way. He banged the big fellows
scared face a nasty red. and beat
great blazes on his sides and back.
Salvatore tried TO make it from the
ring by himself, but as he walked
down the little steps his legs failed
him, and he skinned Silly TO the
bottom They tried to get him to
come back for another round. but
he mumbled no, and circled off
toward the showers.
Young George Godfrey was the