Pulp Fiction, 1943 · page 87 of 116
12 Sports Aces, January 1943 — page 87: what you’re looking at
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# Page Analysis This is an interior story page from a pulp fiction magazine featuring "Sand Shy" by E.E. Halleran. The page includes an illustration of a golfer taking a shot while spectators watch, accompanied by prose narrative. The visible text introduces a story about a caddie working at the Oceanside golf tournament who is assigned to work for an unprepossessing golfer he immediately dislikes, fearing he won't earn good tips. The story appears to be hardboiled crime or sports fiction written in period slang and first-person narration.
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Sand Shy > yet Be OU gotta know the right people to , get along in this cockeyed world —and you gotta get the right guy’s bag if you wanta make any dough in the eaddie racket, That’s why I started to simmer when I got a look at the chump they deal me for the qualifying round at Oceanside. The Oceanside tournament is a pretty snazzy affair and usually a smart guy can make a nice thing out of lugging the carpet-beaters for some drip who happens to get hot, Let a duffer win some dizzy knick-knack he can take home and i why «oe. By EE. Halleran | When a wise golfer takes his cuts with a wise-guy caddie, the sand is sure to fly. ©) brag about and he’ll likely be so pleased with himself that he’ll slip his caddy a ten-spot or so just because he feels so good. I took one gander at the jerk they wish on me and right away I see where I’m working for just plain caddie fees. For one thing this guy don’t look like he’d ever get excited enough to toss his cab- bage around—and anyway he don’t stack up as no parts of a winner. He’s medium tall and kinda skinny with a faraway look on his pan that makes me wish I’m in some other racket. It ain’t the dreamy - COMME OOOKS (E@