Welterweights

Brotherly love expired in the breasts of 10,000 Philadelphians jammed about a chilly prize ring in a ball park. They snarled and yelled as, within the ring, Mickey Walker, world's welterweight champion, began to ram his fists against the body and flaming head of Bobby Barrett, challenger. After swinging heavily with his right once or twice, Barrett sank to the floor before Walker's battering. Staggering up, he fell again and again--five times in the first round, Walker tearing in with Dempsey-like speed and solidity whenever unlucky Barrett achieved a perpendicular posture. Gritty Barrett retained consciousness until the sixth round. Then, after grovelling for the count of nine, he dragged himself erect a final time, only to behold Walker racing toward him, muscles bunched, face set in the "killer" look. Crash--indubitably, the welterweight champion of the world was still Mickey Walker.