Pulp Fiction, 1938 · page 144 of 148
10 Short Novels Magazine — page 144: what you’re looking at
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# Page Analysis This is a text page from a pulp fiction magazine containing story prose and advertisements. The visible story excerpt describes a boxing match in progress, continuing from page 140. The protagonist, Fletch, appears to be a boxer struggling through a difficult round against an opponent named Gahagan, with the referee making controversial calls that favor Gahagan. The narrative focuses on Fletch's physical exhaustion and desperation as he tries to stay competitive despite the official's apparent bias. The page is surrounded by period advertisements for a radio, detective work opportunities, shoe sales commissions, love control instructions, and a skin remedy for pimples—typical classifieds of early pulp magazines.
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