In an age when an amateur pugilist became a universal hero, few could deny he was a champion of the world. Using a title less recognized than his given Leslie Townes name, Packy East didn’t make a big splash. The hits he took didn’t come from a Tyson, his skills didn’t float like a butterfly, or sting like a bee. No they taught him that his true talent would come from a different calling. The Pack man would travel to every corner of the world as an ambassador of Hope. Few would forget the joy and laughter that he brought to their town. Most would remember that they felt good and were touched with a little magic from home.
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