So he won my title away from me.
After a couple of more fights I win by knockouts, I lose in 10 to Bobby Ruffin. Why, I don't know. I just can't catch him. He had something I don't understand yet. But I am matched with Bob Montgomery and I don't worry. I know it will be the same as always. If I am in good shape, I will win. And I work day and night to get in fine shape. And I win that one easy. It was the easiest fight I ever had with Montgomery. All the way, I just one-two, one-two him and win back my title. Yet a few months later I go with Montgomery a third time and this time he win the fight and my title again. But the people still like me. They know I do my best at all times.
Next I am matched with Al (Bummy) Davis. Just before the fight my manager tells me, "He will fight you very dirty, this Bummy Davis. Watch out. He will try to knee you." So I go all the way that night, side to side, side to side, and Bummy can't knee me. Some say it was the best fight of my life. Some writers there wrote I should have fought Bob Montgomery that good and I would still be champ.
By then I am going in the Army. Whenever I ask what is happening to all my money I am told, "Don't worry. We are banking it for you, Beau Jack. It is all taken care of." And I don't worry, being such a well-liked little feller and they say how proud they are of the way I fight.
A HAIRY APE
Next after Davis I fight this Juan Zurita who has hairs all over his arms, his legs, his chest and his back. These hairs are as long as your finger and it is more like fighting a big monkey than any man. Juan Zurita also has the biggest, fattest legs I ever saw. All through the fight I keep looking at his long black hairs. But I don't look at them enough not to win the decision over him in 10.
It is soon after that I go into the Army at Fort Benning. It was after I came out of the Army I had the bad trouble with my leg. Even before the Army when I trained I sometimes felt a little pain in that leg. But I don't say nothing about it to Sid Bell as I think it will go away. And after the Army I was training one day in Chicago for a fight with Willie Joyce. That day I was boxing in the gym with Gene Buffalo, a welterweight who is fast as a featherweight. I threw a left hook at him and he spun me. That's when my knee popped.
It was broken and I couldn't fight for three months after that. But in February, 1947, I go good for the first three rounds with Tony Janiro in the Garden. Then in the fourth my knee popped again. I fell down without Janiro hitting me. It hurts bad but I gotta get up. The people have paid to see me fight. I get up when the ref says eight. I swing a couple of times, fall down. In the hospital they said my knee is broken in five places.
The papers say I am finished.
I was not finished.