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Updated: May 22, 2025
Wolmann under the fifth rib on Friday night would almost certainly have been denied to him." It almost seemed as if he were right. From the moment the paper had taken up his cause, Kid Brady's star had undoubtedly been in the ascendant. People began to talk about him as a likely man. Edgren, in the Evening World, had a paragraph about his chances for the light-weight title.
We are his pugilistic sponsors. You may say that it is entirely owing to our efforts that he has obtained this match with who exactly is the gentleman Comrade Brady fights at the Highfield Club on Friday night?" "Cyclone Al. Wolmann, isn't it?" "You are right. As I was saying, but for us the privilege of smiting Comrade Cyclone Al.
Wolmann, somewhat perturbed, scuttered out into the middle of the ring, the Kid following in his self-contained, solid way. The Cyclone now became still more cyclonic. He had a left arm which seemed to open out in joints like a telescope. Several times when the Kid appeared well out of distance there was a thud as a brown glove ripped in over his guard and jerked his head back.
A moment later there was another, though a far lesser, uproar, as Kid Brady, his pleasant face wearing a self-conscious smirk, ducked under the ropes and sat down in the opposite corner. "Ex-hib-it-i-on ten-round bout," thundered the burly gentleman, "between Cyclone. Al. Wolmann " Loud applause. Mr. Wolmann was one of the famous, a fighter with a reputation from New York to San Francisco.
Two other notable performers were introduced in a similar manner, and then the building became suddenly full of noise, for a tall youth in a bath-robe, attended by a little army of assistants, had entered the ring. One of the army carried a bright green bucket, on which were painted in white letters the words "Cyclone Al. Wolmann."
The burly gentleman, followed by the two armies of assistants, dropped down from the ring, and the gong sounded. Mr. Wolmann sprang from his corner as if somebody had touched a spring. He seemed to be of the opinion that if you are a cyclone, it is never too soon to begin behaving like one. He danced round the Kid with an india-rubber agility.
His opponent's left flashed out again, but this time, instead of ignoring the matter, the Kid replied with a heavy right swing; and Mr. Wolmann, leaping back, found himself against the ropes. By the time he had got out of that uncongenial position, two more of the Kid's swings had found their mark. Mr.
Tad, in the Journal, drew a picture of him. Finally, the management of the Highfield Club had signed him for a ten-round bout with Mr. Wolmann. There were, therefore, reasons why Cosy Moments should feel a claim on the Kid's services. "He should," continued Psmith, "if equipped in any degree with finer feelings, be bubbling over with gratitude towards us.
He was generally considered the most likely man to give the hitherto invincible Jimmy Garvin a hard battle for the light-weight championship. "Oh, you Al.!" roared the crowd. Mr. Wolmann bowed benevolently. " and Kid Brady, members of this " There was noticeably less applause for the Kid. He was an unknown.
But always he kept boring in, delivering an occasional right to the body with the pleased smile of an infant destroying a Noah's Ark with a tack-hammer. Despite these efforts, however, he was plainly getting all the worst of it. Energetic Mr. Wolmann, relying on his long left, was putting in three blows to his one.
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