Sport: Dynamite v. Express

In Madison Square Garden, Dynamite Jimmy McLarnin lashed his famous right, his jolting left against the long scarred face of Billy Petrolle, called by admirers "The Fargo Express" because he came from Fargo, N. Dak. It was a set-up for McLarnin, wagerers figured—the best welterweight in the U. S. against a washed-up lightweight. One minute of the first round had passed and McLarnin was landing punches as expected when suddenly Petrolle hit him with a terrific right-hand swing, opened a gash under his left eye. Through the rest of that round, and all succeeding ones, Petrolle chased McLarnin round the ring, landed accurate, hard left hooks, floored him twice in the fourth round, bashed his vainglorious, boyish face into a bloody muddle. McLarnin, half conscious, streaked with blood that oozed from his eyes, his nose and a cut in his lower lip, fought back with courage. He won the ninth round and staggered through the tenth somehow. Winner Petrolle may soon be matched with Lightweight Champion Tony Canzoneri, to whom recently—before Canzoneri won his title—he gave a hearty drubbing.