Pulp Fiction, 1943 · page 64 of 116
12 Sports Aces, January 1943 — page 64: what you’re looking at
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# Page 62: "12 Sports Aces" - Story Prose This page contains story prose from a pulp fiction magazine. The narrative follows a boxer named Rowdy Madden and his manager Marty Allen as they work toward securing a championship fight. The text describes Rowdy's training and fights with minor opponents, their difficulty getting the heavyweight champion to agree to a match, Marty's mysterious disappearance and return, and finally their success in arranging a title bout at "the Garden." The story concludes with Rowdy about to enter the ring for the championship fight, where some fans cheer for him.
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