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This glorious establishment that has gone unsung is located at 156 Canal Street, less than two blocks from the Boston Garden, and who is the proprietor but Squire Jack Sharkey, former heavyweight champ of the world and the pride of Chestnut Hill. The bar stretches to the unbelievable length of 145 feet, and in the smoky haze that pervades the place it is impossible to see from one end to the other...
...well-filled bar testified to the popularity of Mr. Sharkey's Tavern. When asked what drink seemed to satisfy the taste of his patrons most regularly, he answered, "Well, I guess Ward 8 sells about as much as any other. Whiskey goes pretty well too, and most of the customers that come as far as Canal Street can take it straight. Of course, during the day, most of the boys have to go easy and we find that the usual standby is beer." Contrary to popular belief, the Sharkey Special punch is not named after this famous pugilist...
...years ago when a referee at a Madison Square Garden bout gave Jack Sharkey a decision over Max Schmeling for the world's heavyweight championship, Schmeling's manager swore never to fight for the Garden again. His vindictiveness had two results: 1) Instead of Sharkey, whom he might have beaten, Schmeling last summer fought Max Baer and was knocked out. 2) Instead of aging Tommy Loughran, whom he might have fought in Miami, Schmeling was matched in Philadelphia last week with young Steve Hamas, onetime Penn State footballer...
...writer, Pegler's chief merit is an attentive, saturnine realism. The first paragraph of his piece before last week's most widely publicized prizefight: "Jack Sharkey, the prizefighter who took up failure as a vocation in life and made a brilliant success of it, is fighting his old friend Tommy Loughran in Philadelphia tonight. There is a contest in which it ought to be possible to stir up the widest disinterest...
...Well, it was sad, in a sad, sentimental sort of way, to peer up through the ropes of the scaffold and compare the Loughran and the Sharkey of that moment with, the boys as we knew them when Loughran used to be called the pretty one, He started fighting at the age of 15, which was 16 years ago, an uncommonly handsome, upstanding kid with the poise of a statue and nice teeth and hard, flat belly with the muscles laid over one another like the sections of an armadillo's shell...