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# "The Ghost in the Ring" by Zene Tuttler This page contains story prose and accompanying illustrations from a pulp fiction boxing tale. The narrative follows Steve Riley, an angry boxing champion preparing for a match against his rival Salbo, whom he has trained two years to fight. The text depicts Riley's irritable behavior toward reporters in the dressing room before the bout, with his manager Eddie Dorgan eventually clearing them out. The illustrations show boxing action scenes with Riley and opponents in the ring.

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Steve slammed a hard right to Sal- bo’s jaw. host in the Ring All the champ wanted to do was to cut that tramp Salbo to pieces. He’d tought his way up to this fistic revenge tor two years. Yet when he got in the ring, grudge dukes made hash of his crown vengeance pians. job to do and he wanted to get it over with in a hurry. He scowled through the blue tobacco smoke at the reporters who filled the dressing room. The jabber got on his nerves. A reporter said, “Kayo, Champ?” An- other reporter said, “How many rounds, Champ?” . Riley jumped off the rubbing table. “Scram!” he snarled. “The whole bunch of you. Beat it!” The group of reporters shot puzzled looks at him. Eddie Dorgan, the champ’s S TEVE RILEY was angry. He had a manager, frowned. Riley herded the re- porters towards the doer. “You guys make me sick!” he snapped. “Take the air!” The reporters looked at Eddie Dorgan. Little bald-headed Dorgan was the only one who could handle the champ when he got like that. Dorgan said, “That’s all, boys, The Champ trained hard, you know.” The reporters shuffled out. Riley slammed the door, then got back on the rubbing table with a scowl and tapped his feet against the floor. (E(6) =comicbooks