Whitey Bimstein, the famous trainer, had one of the pet-shop monkeys hooking off a jab pretty good for a while. Whitey, a small bald man with sidehair the color of an Easter chick, would stand in front of the window darting his left straight toward the monk’s face and then throwing it in toward the body, and the monk would imitate him—“better than some of them kids they send me from out of town,” Whitey says. Then one day he noticed a cop walking up and down the other side of the street and regarding him in a peculiar manner. “I figure he thinks I’m going nuts,” Whitey says. “So I drop the monk’s education.”
A.J. Liebling, “The University of Eighth Avenue,” Sports Illustrated, December 1955
