ilxt- ] P IISei- isays. Ruon giorno (good day'.*•‘ What *he say. Doc’*’ I ask.“ 'She says she wants your autograph.* That Doc. he don't understand Italian better than I lio. He’s Sicilian We go to party and just wave our hands. Every-bodv smile. Nobody knows what anybody saying.”But the gay boulevardier. who has passage to Europe booked for July 11. is proud of his conversant French. When Manager George Gainford prescribed a few minutes of shadow boxing to start the afternoon workout. Sugar Ray raised his quizzical forehead: “Combien.»ifGeorge?” (How many?)It :1.1.i.Xe1.dIn any language, however. Sugar Ray's still all business when he gets inside fhe ring. He had to be restrained by Gainford while cuffing willing sparring partners Jim-jta Cerello and Sal Belloise Ran Gainfords patter: Loosen up . . . make him come to you . . . you’re leading too much. Robinson . . . sideways now . . . move those feet . . . hold everything (asRay tore aggressively into one of ! his stable mates'.•'You want to keep boxing, you do what I tett you. Okay”Robinson nodded his head obed-nently and finished up a fast three j rounds.It was Gainfords idea to go after Maxim and the triple crown.I didn't want to fight him at | first.” confessed Ray. “My mom ; didn’t like the idea. She figures j he’s 20 pounds heavier and might [hurt me. But my manager thinks I can beat him. So do I.”I don’t take this match if I don’t think my man could heat him.” chimed in Gainford. Maxim don’t knock you out. That’s ! wh we take him. We lick Maxim. and wo go after the big boys. Walcott? You think he can lick j my man? Hmmph! If Mickey 1 Walker fight the big boys, so can he.Sugar Ray would be satisfied : adding just the light-heavyweight : title to his collection.I'm no Mickey Walker.” he reflected modestly and prudently.!i 1 11 il! sI u1I . vi; ri *