Evening star., 1943-05-22
Bob Hands Jack
Fancy FASTING
To Lift Title
Washington Included
In Nationwide Tour
Planned for Him
BY SID FEDER,
Associated Press Sports Writer

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NEW YORK, May pa pair of
tonsils-or, rather, the absence of
same-have made lightweight
champion out of in-and-outer Bob
Montgomery, and now that he's
traded in those throat troublers for
the title, he's figuring on showing
who's the boss of the 135-pounders
from coast to coast.
Having won New York and New
Jersey title recognition by bouncing
the bouncing Beau Jack all over the
premises Tor the better part Of IS
rounds in Madison Square Garden
last night, and being virtually as
sured Of Pennsylvania blessing"
Wednesday. Bobcat Bob is thinking
OF taking his crown for quick swing
around the circuit from Washington
to Portland, Oreg.-and way stations
to see if there's any one who might
knock it off his close cropped hair.
After all, he'll go through with his
contract to give the Jumping Jack a
return shot at the bauble, probably
at the Polo Grounds here in July.
But, off last nights shlndig, which
entertained l8.343 of the citizens, the
Beau should take his time about get
ting back within range of the shots
with which Bobcat Bob all but
punched both his eyes shut last
night. For, just as quite a number
Of the neighbors predicted, the
Georgia galloper was strictly a 60
furlong horse in IL mile race"
when he tried that 15-round Derby
route.
Tonsils Apparently the Answer.
There are a lot of theories as to
Just what switched hot-and cold
Robert into a fancy Philadelphia
flrecracker who had the highly
favored one-time shoe-shine boy all
but looking for a door last night
long before the Is rounds were up,
but the most logical seems to be the
one about the terrible tonsils. Two
days before Make Shapiro gave him
a cutting around last October, a
physician told him his tonsils were
about as helpful as a cat is to a
canary. He had them "amputated"
and since then the Quaker City
socker has knocked off eight straight
opponents, including Shapiro, Ches-
ter Rico and, now, Jack-a trio of
pretty fair country flailers.
Certainly, his little job of work
last night was as good as he's ever
done. After letting the Beau have
his fling for five rounds. Bob came
along to take the play through the
last nine rounds and grab the title
in the WildsWinging Georgian's first
defense since he was handed the
honor; by the New York commission
after Sammy Angott abdicated last
fall.
The 24-year-old Bob becomes the
fourth Negro to win what certainly
is regarded as the second-most-
priced crown in the book, putting his
name on the records along with the
great Joe Cans, Hammerin' Hennery
Armstrong and the Beau.
Returns to Blacksmith Job.
And now that he's in the driver
seat, the Bobcat is going to see how
the motor runs. First off, he's going
to report back Monday to his job
of blacksmith at the Sun Shipbuild-
ing Co. near Philadelphia. Mean
time, his official fistic family was
trying today to line up a route by
which he can make non-title stops
in Washington, New Orleans, Los
Angeles, San Francisco, Portland,
Greg, and Chicago in an eight
week ride around the country
Then. he'll see if he can make it
stick against the Beau.
And there'll be mighty few among
the customers who Clipped in to
the s94.5O0 pot" in the Garden last
night willing to wager he can't show
that his first frolic was no f1uke.
At the end of the taffy-pull. the
weary Beau's engine had run down:
he barely could see out of either
eye; his nose was bloody; he'd been
dropped to his fingertips for no
count, and generally, he was as we'll
beaten as the front-room rug after
spring house cleaning.
And Bob did it mostly on a bat
tering body attack mixed up with
rlght-hand hammers to the head,
and smart" style that gave Jack
postgraduate course in the gentle
art Of fattening faces. The only
lightweight around today who fig
ures to give Bob more than a waltz
for the pot is Sammy Angott-and
the way Bob looks without those
tonsil troubles, he even might show
the folks what makes Sammy rim