While Big Julie was handicapping horses, Terrell was boxing in his new location in Chicago, an armory which had been converted into a gymnasium. It was cold in the armory, and there were only a few people watching him. He boxed two rounds against a light heavyweight named Allen Thomas, then two more against an overblown heavyweight named O. C. Talbert. He used his left hand very well; his left jab is genuinely strong and straight and it found the light heavyweight often, and although delivered with less than its full force, knocked the 225-pound heavyweight off balance. Once Terrell used 23 straight left hands before throwing a right.
"Something wrong with your right hand?" a member of his small audience asked him when the sparring was over. A polite man, Terrell reassured him with a negative shake of the head. Then he said: "The right hand is dangerous to throw, I don't use it until I know where it is going."
At Hialeah, Big Julie marked his program and nodded.
"I got to find Joe Louis," he said. "He's here somewhere. I know him, like I know lots of big athletes. Me, Big Julie from Brownsville in Brooklyn, used to shine shoes for lots of people. Now I know people like Roger Maris and Whitey Ford and Carmen Basilio. I got a den named the Carmen Basilio Room because I like Carmen so much. I want to name another room the Roger Maris Room, but my wife don't think so much of the idea. Roger, he's my best friend. He tells people I'm his best friend. How come they bad-mouth him?"
For those who doubt Julie's word, he really is Maris' best friend.
At the cold armory, Terrell finished his workout. He weighed out at 198 pounds and shook his head.
"I'm too light." he said. "I'd like to come in at 205. I can carry that." He is built very thin, like a jockey. His waist is small and so are his hips; his legs are slender and he is slightly knock-kneed. But, as with most successful athletes, there are pluses in his build. His chest and shoulders and arms are very strong.
He went away to dress, as Talbert, a powerful-looking man who was a good club fighter in the mid-'50s, watched.
"That's a tough left hand," he said. "It don't sting, it hurt. I'm making a comeback. I was good and I been in construction work. I think if I got time, I time that left hand, bloo! He don't hardly never use the right hand. You notice?"
The 4 horse sat in the gate at Hialeah, and by the time it started to run, it was far too late.