Greb gave me a terrible whipping. My jaw was swollen from the right temple down the cheek, along the chin and part way up the other side. The referee, the ring itself, was full of my blood. If boxing was afflicted with the commission doctors that we have now, the first fight probably would have been stopped and no one would have heard of me today.

On Harry Greb, as quoted in "Harry Greb, The Human Windmill... A Perpetual Motion Machine. " by Monte D. Cox