One time, way back in 1909, two pugilists who’d been exchanging “hard words” around Duluth, tried to evade the law by conducting a prizefight on a scow in the middle of the St. Louis River. This is the story of regional boxing champion Walter Whitehead’s last fight.
My neighbor's dad grew up in Gary before the war and would survive the Battle of the Bulge. There is a photo of him in Alaska holding a large dude above his head using the muscle he had put on after the war, a feat considering he'd returned weighing only 98 lbs. A prolific gambler and fighter himself, said they used to hold bare knuckle brawls every Thursday night on the Oliver bridge.
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Herzog
about 9 years ago