"Hey, there!" I yelled indignantly. "Cut it out!" But the kid kept belting away, as if he were methodically working out on a fifty-pound training bag. Finally, the old man sagged to the pavement. Then this hoodlum began to kick him. I'm not a hero. I'm a newspaper man whose job it is to look at things objectively. But I know right from wrong. My one punch caught the young bruiser back of the ear and spilled him on the ground. He lay there for a moment, then rolled over. Even by the street light,