Louis-Schmeling II ticket

	THE SECOND LOUIS-SCHMELING FIGHT On the night of June 22, 1938, when Max Schmeling entered the ring for the second time against Joe Louis, he was, by choice, a representative of the super race and thus an extension of Adolf Hitler. Louis was, by birth, a member of a race Hitler, if successful, would have enslaved or liquidated. Thus this meeting had a political importance never before or since associated with a prize fight, and Louis had his greatest night.
	Listen to this, buddy, for it comes from a guy whose palms are still wet, whose throat is still dry, and whose jaw is still agape from the utter shock of watching Joe Louis knock out Max Schmeling. It was a shocking thing, that knockout-short, sharp, merciless, complete. Louis was like this: He was a big lean copper spring, tightened and retightened through weeks of training until he was one pregnant package of coiled venom. Schmeling hit that spring. He hit it with a whistling right-hand punch in the first minute of the fight-and the spring, tormented with tension, suddenly burst with one brazen spang of activity. Hard brown arms, propelling two unerrring fists, blurred beneath the hot white candelabra of the ring lights. And Schmeling was in the path of them, a man caught and mangled in the whirring claws of a mad and feverish machine. The mob, biggest and most prosperous ever to see a fight in a ball yard, knew that here was the end before the thing had really started. It knew, so it stood up and howled one long shriek. People who had paid as much as one hundred dollars for their chairs didn't use them-except perhaps to stand on, the better to let the sight burn forever in their memories.
	Bob Considine