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Show I My Greatest Thrill in Sport I An Interview With W. L. (Young) StriLlmg I 5 Aspiring Heavyweight Fighter. JUST a few years ago there was n schoolboy In Atlanta, Ga., laboring labor-ing over problems in algebra, translating trans-lating Latin and other studies. On the scales he pulls ISO pounds. His muscles ore like whipcords under restraint re-straint Iu ordinary clothing lie looks like the everyday schoolboy. But in the ring of the squared circle Elands the same boy, erect. Body per-fectJy per-fectJy propor- tioned. Muscles perfectly atune. Power in every set and pose. He is called to battle. bat-tle. Speed, light-n light-n i n g footwork, jabs. A left that shoots in and out so quick that it lands and is away again almost before be-fore it Is seen. A right with real power. And head-work head-work that is phe- . . nomenal. Young Stnbling. g w L (Young) Stribling, a heavyweight fighter who has to his credit among many others a newspaper verdict over Hike McTigue, the champion of his class. He it was who was sought out at a prep football game. But he would not talk. He was too ' busy. He was a cheer leader. He was doing his jumps, arm flails and all the other wild things cheer leaders do. He said wait. And after the game he talked of his greatest thrill. "I suppose I ought to say that my L victory over Mike McTigue was the greatest, though' I could not have the title McTigue holds because of the conditions. Or I might say the I!er-lenbach I!er-lenbach battle, or some of the many others. I might even go to the basketball bas-ketball games I have helped to win. But I will tell you the truth. "My greatest thrill was when I fought my maddest fight mad in every way, for I did a foolhardy thing. But, Mister, what a fine time I had ! I even feel thrills chasing up and down my spine now when I talk about it. Gee ! It was great ! "The thrill came in a fight with a boy far from a champion. He was a glorious fighter, though. But let's get to the encounter. I am supposed to be clever. I ought always to box. I ought never to lose my temper. I should rarely slug. "But this time I forgot the things I should do and the tilings I should not I was mad so mad that 1 just fought, FOUGHT, FOUGHT. "Bed Herring was my opponent. Ye were scheduled to go ten rounds. But at the gong in the first round Bed came tearing out of his corner for me and smash! his fist landed with a thud on my nosp. "I saw red. I was so mad that I fo.'got everything but that punch on the nose. And I slugged. That suited suit-ed Herring, and we both slugged. From my corner came instructions to box. but I just slugged. "Bound after round we stood practically prac-tically toe to toe and lambasted one another with everything we had. I was in great shape and in the seventh Bed began to weaken. "From then on I never let up. but he was game and he was not to be put out. But I licked him. "And if I live to be a 'champion, I do not believe I will ever have a greater thrill, for that Hiking was a mad boy's licking, and I gloried in it." ((c) by Public Ledger Company.) |