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Sport: Wicked Bite

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Vincent (“Pepper”) Martin, nimble lightweight, pursued an opponent around a ring in Manhattan last week, swinging his fists like mauls. At every swing, the opponent eluded, the empty air mocked the flailing fists. Desperate, Martin fell into a clinch, bent, as if whispering, to his opponent’s ear. From this organ instantly spurted a scarlet jet of blood. “He bit me,” yelled the astonished victim. Forthwith, the referee stopped the bout, awarded the decision to the bitten individual, one Joseph Celmars.

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