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...aides, and from 20% to 40% of the bus and underground employees in London and Birmingham. On the plus side, West Indian cricket stars have played in English professional leagues, while the fad for American-style (and Negro-based) rock 'n' roll has helped make sultry Shirley Bassey, daughter of an English mother and a Jamaican father, one of the top two or three British women singers...
Even after he won the featherweight championship of the world from Nigeria's Hogan Bassey in 1959, diminutive (5 ft. 3 in., 126 lbs.) Davey Moore liked most to boast of his boyhood reputation as the best fist-foot-knee-and-thumb fighter ever produced by Kiefer Junior High School in Springfield. Ohio. Son of a Negro clergyman, Moore was a professional of sorts by the time he was seven, fighting in impromptu preliminaries in Springfield's Memorial Hall and scrambling for coins tossed into the ring. Officially turning pro in 1953, he seemed only...
Davey Moore fought for only one thing -money-and he fought often. He gave Bassey a rematch, won that, and during the next four years he fought 22 times. "I ain't fightin' for no high ideals," he said. "I'm a hungry fighter, man, very hungry." Last week in Los Angeles, Champion Moore took on one more challenger, Cuban Refugee Urtiminio ("Sugar") Ramos, 23, undefeated in 43 straight fights. Moore was cocky. "This is a business," he said, "just like any other business...
...best street fighter ever produced by Kiefer Junior High School in Springfield, Ohio, Davey Moore was rough and ready last week to defend his title against the man he had won it from last March: Hogan ("Kid") Bassey, the broad-shouldered son of a Nigerian farmer, and, by order of Queen Elizabeth, Member of the Order of the British Empire. Bassey's patriotic flair tickled Moore. "Bassey wants to win for his country," said he. "Well, that's nice. Me, I'm not fighting for any high ideals. I've got six big mouths to feed...
...gulped a tablespoonful of honey half an hour before the fight ("It puts the sweetness back into you"), performed perfunctory stoops and bends, and thumbed the Bible ("I just open the Good Book and read whatever I come to"). Then he set out to take Bassey apart. When Bassey did not come to him, Counter-Puncher Moore went to Bassey, blasting home occasional shots to the body with such force that the Nigerian's gasps were heard in the balcony. By the tenth round, Bassey's left eye was cut, and his right eye was beginning to close...