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...three days, Joe Louis lay low in Harlem. Then the champ, smoked out by the New York Post's Columnist Jimmy Cannon, talked for three hours about the fight* without once mentioning the name of his opponent, Jersey Joe Walcott. "He did so many wrong things," said Joe, "I saw every opening, but I couldn't go get him. ... I couldn't do a lot of things." The trouble was, said Joe, he was dehydrated. "I killed myself taking off four pounds. But that ain't no excuse...
...Norris, national long-distance champ, and Jerry Gorman, his erstwhile running mate, went separate ways last night and thereby managed to increase their effectiveness. Norris, as expected, won the 220- and 440- yard freestyle events, while Gorman copped the 100 free and swam the anchor leg in the 300-yard medley relay...
...least, Jersey Joe wasn't afraid of the champ. At 33, the battle-scarred Negro, who looked like Jack Benny's Rochester, had seen so many ups & downs that one more wouldn't hurt, either way. He had quit the ring several times. In those intervals he had driven an ice truck, mixed cement, gone on relief at $9.50 a week to support his wife and six kids. But once he got a chance to fight Louis, Jersey Joe Walcott (his unferocious real name was Arnold Raymond Cream*) went about his preparations thoroughly. He studied movies...
...Says Walcott: "I knocked Joe down in the very first round with a right hand punch that landed on the whiskers. They paid me $25 and hustled me out of camp for saying that Louis couldn't savvy my style. That's on the square and the champ can't deny it.") That was the punch that knocked the champ down in the first round last week...
...round four, Jersey Joe belted the champ on the whiskers again. This time, when Joe Louis hit the floor, it looked as if he might stay there. He got up at the count of seven. Gradually, through the swelling roar, people realized that they were seeing a Joe Louis who had lost his stuff. Once he had used a deadly counterpunch as his best defense. Now, his reflexes were too slow. In the ninth, he had his best round, slugging it out with his lighter (by 16½ lbs.) foe. But Jersey Joe Walcott, backed into the ropes, took...