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John Freddy & George
THE MANLY ART OF SELF-DEFENSE
In truth, Freddy had little interest in boxing, but Bonnie said she liked men who could box. So when Mr. Bonhama former amateur fighterannounced the camps boxing class, Freddy was stuck. He joined a dozen other boys to learn the manly art of self-defense. Bonnie watched.
"Be sure to pull the gloves all the way onto your hands when you lace up. And be sure to lace tightly. Otherwise you might break a knuckle."
The idea of getting hit, even with a gloved fist, didnt have much appeal, though punching someone might not be too bad, Freddy decided. He did wonder if he could see well enough without his glasses. And, did he want to risk a broken knuckle? I dont really need to box, do I? Maybe not, but by now it was too late for there sat Bonnie batting her blue-eyes at him.
Mr. Bonham demonstrated how a good boxer placed his left foot and left arm forward and rocked on the balls of his feet. He showed how to block punches with the right hand, and how to deliver a jab, a cross, and an uppercut.
"The most important blow is the left jab," he said. "It is powerful when you lock your elbow as you throw it." To demonstrate, he and Gene, one of the counselors, danced around sparring with each other, and though they both threw left jabs, they never landed with force. "Now it's your turn to try it, so I need a couple of volunteers."
Mr. Bonham's eyes went from boy to boy. No one moved. "Ok, why don't you Freddy, and you Darrell, square off and show them how it's done, he said at last. At my command come out and spar a bit."
Bonnie smiled with delight when Freddy looked at her and grinned. Then he puffed out his chest toward Darrell and jabbed the air in mock battle with his reddish brown gloves. This first time in boxing gloves did impress Freddyabout himself. With loud slaps, he pounded one glove against the other, and then poked the air againthis time with fierce energy. He felt very confident. He was ready.
"Try the various punches, but make an effort not to hurt each other too much," Mr. Bonham said. "And, remember this isn't a real boxing match."
Freddy and Darrell faced each other and Mr. Bonham dinged a tiny bell. The two would-be boxers circled with little style, trying to mimic Mr. Bonhams bobbing and weaving. Jab, jab, went Freddy, brushing his new friend on the left cheek.
Darrell reacted with a swift uppercut that missed. Freddy countered with a left hook. This time Darrell responded with a left jab, remembering to lock his elbow.
Thunk!
The blow landed square on Freddy's nose and blood gushed out. It flowed down his face to drip crimson on his tee shirt.
"Time out!"
That was a good blow, Darrell, but, maybe a bit harder than needed for this first lesson. Now, I guess we need to practice a little first aid. Bloody noses are easy to stop when you know what you're doing, Mr. Bonham said, opening a medical kit. "Here, Freddy, let me look at you."
Meanwhile, Darrell grinned and tapped his chest while Freddy turned toward Bonnie for sympathy. Her eyes werent providing him comfort, instead they were smilingand at Darrell. Thus, quicker than a three-minute round, Bonnie shifted her attention, appearing now to think Darrell was the more fascinating.
Freddy stayed with the boxing lessons, hoping to win Bonnie back or impress some other girl. But nothing came of it and he took a few more hits before the campand his boxing career ended for good.
While Freddy was trying to learn the art of boxing and impressing girls, George busied himself with the more everyday challenge of making a hand-tooled wallet.
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