Curtesy of Pittsburgh Boxing on Facebook: “Greb doesn’t box. That’s why he can beat the boxers. They know what a boxer ought to do, and that’s just what Greb never does.”—Robert Edgren “Boxers are lost before Greb because he doesn’t respond to the usual boxing movements.”—Arkansas Democrat “There’s no use trying to be scientific with Greb. He pays no attention to it. He hit me so often I didn’t see anything but stars, and there wasn’t a punch that came over the way it ought to.”—Gene Tunney, 7/2/1922 Greb is far different from the average boxer. He does things that others tried. When the average boxer maps out a campaign for a contest, he bears in mind the strong points of his opponent and how he does this or that thing. Any boxer, however, who sets out to line up methods to thwart Greb will have his hands full. “I saw him have even that super-boxer, Mike Gibbons, tied into a half dozen knots one night in Pittsburgh and you know that anybody who can treat Mike in that scandalous manner must be pretty much of a fighting article.” –Ed W. Smith “Greb is fast and bounds like a kangaroo all over the ring, hitting from awkward positions. One can never tell when he is going to let fly a solid punch or a light tap….No matter how good a boxer may be he will have a hard time figuring out Greb.”—Mike Gibbons “How can you make a good showing against a fellow who does everything backwards?”—Jeff Smith “He is the hardest man in the world to fight, because he does everything wrong and shows a fellow up.” –Tommy Gibbons He was the windmill, shooting punches from every angle, catapulting himself at the other fellows with a ferocity and suddenness that could not be handled by pure boxing skill.”—Ed Hughes, Brooklyn Daily Eagle “Greb was a puzzle to all boxers, trainers and managers….When his opponent thought Harry was about to lead, he would jump back out of range and make the other fellow look silly. Then, when his rival thought he was about to rest, Greb would cut loose with a volley of blows which came from every direction with the speed of a hurricane and landed on every vulnerable spot of his rival’s anatomy from the waistline to the top of his head. “He always kept his adversary guessing on what he would do and usually did opposite to what the other bucko expected.”—George Barton
