Honey, I Just Forgot To Duck.

By Forgetting The Past And By Throwing Myself Into Other Interests, I Forget To Worry.

For The First And Only Time, I Was More Worried About Getting Hurt By The Crowd Than By The Guy I Was Fighting. I Got A Pretty Good Blast When Introduced. The Crowd Was Hollering And Raising Hell. I Looked Around For My Bodyguard, A Colorful New York Character Named Wild Bill Lyons, Who Packed Two Pearl-handled Pistols And Used To Talk A Lot About His Days In The West. Wild Bill Was Under The Ring, Hiding.

Nobody Owes Anybody A Living, But Everybody Is Entitled To A Chance.

I Can't Sing And I Can't Dance, But I Can Lick Any S.o.b. In The House.

A Good Fighter Usually Knows, To Within A Very Few Seconds, When A Three-minute Round Is Going To End.