Word: fight
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Dates: during 1940-1940
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...over to the enemy. The best of its male youth was dead or disabled. Shortages of food, medicine and clothing were tying up the task of resettling half a million refugees from the ceded areas. And the rest of the world, which had loudly applauded Finland's gallant fight last winter, turned its sympathies to new underdogs in the fall. Though free and independent, Finland was thoughtlessly classed with the conquered and occupied countries of Europe. Its relief problems were loosely lumped with those of nations under the Axis thumb. Many people misguidedly feared that help for unblockaded Finland...
...lousy fight," admitted Heavyweight Champion Joe Louis. Thirteen thousand fight fans, gathered in Boston's Garden, heartily agreed. They had come to see Joe Louis defend his title against Al McCoy (real name: Florien La Brasseur). They knew it would be one-sided. McCoy, a local oldtimer who had been crouching around New England for ten years, had been licked by young Billy Conn only a few weeks before. But the crowd was hardly prepared for the sham battle...
...such bad shape that a blow might have impaired his sight," explained McCoy's trainer. But Boston's dumfounded fight fans booed and whistled. Joe Louis recently agreed to defend his championship once a month-against second-raters like Red Burman, Gus Dorazio, Tony Novak, Abe Simon. If the rest of this series of fights-cooked up by his co-managers, John Roxborough, Julian Black, and Promoter Mike Jacobs-make Louis look as mediocre as he did in Boston, they may not work out badly for Messrs. Roxborough and Black. They had scheduled Louis for an outdoor fight...
...stream-of-consciousness street scene by Gracie Allen entitled Dogs-Gather-on -Street -Corner -to-Watch -Man -Fight, shown two years ago at Manhattan's Julien Levy Gallery (TIME...
There is no heaven for broken-down prize fighters. But after the last bell has clanged for his last fight, many a boxer has turned barkeep. Joe Madden, onetime lightweight, is probably the only ex-pug who can trace his clicking cash register to his ability to write rather than fight. One night last week 500 of Madden's loyal customers jammed his Manhattan-cafe. Tennist Alice Marble sang, Sportswriter Richards Vidmer helped wait on table. They rang up $1,500 in his cash register-not for Joe Madden but for New York City's needy kids...