THERE was an exciting smash-and-grab raid at lunch time in Trafalgar Square the other day. With thousands pouring along the pavements, a man threw a hammer through a jeweller: window and bolted with a tray rings. In a moment typists, office boys and newspaper sellers were in full pursuit, but it was the traffic cop on point duty near Admiralty "Arch who brought the thief down with a neat flying tackle, A girl dashed into a telephone booth and called the "Evening News." "Thanks," said the city editor in a slightly bored voice, "but ow reporter already has the story halt written."
Louis v. Schmeling WasrING not a precious second "When he heard the starting bell, With two years wrong to be reckoned, To revenge at once he fell.
Hard into the kidney smashed, Dealt his heavy lefts and rights, And with fierceness Schmeling lashed To delight the New Yorkites.
To bring blood from Max's face, And to show that once a walkout Couldn't restore a Boxing Ace, Finished him with quite a knockout.
Though the opposition claimed That it was an obvious foul, And the seconds at him aimed, To estop the fight, a towel.
"There's no kick, except that hic: He makes cutlets mighty quick.
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