Pulp Fiction, 1943 · page 59 of 100
12 Sports Aces, May 1943 — page 59: what you’re looking at
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# Page Analysis This is an interior story page from a pulp magazine featuring both prose narrative and an illustration. The visible text describes a boxing dispute being settled by an impromptu fight arranged by Colonel Eisen, a military officer. Rather than formal rounds, Eisen establishes street-fight rules in an office space, with onlookers like Henly protesting the arrangement and Spike Babb warning the protagonist Matty about potential sabotage by someone called "Tim." The accompanying illustration depicts two shirtless boxers squaring off in a ring, with a smaller figure between them.
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00 ere Serer ei ridenSerGeeGooh reer Pe Di Doe h Sor Bro Per Gre Sor tees Oe Oe Goro Bee Gere Per Gn Ber Serr erento Porson soar arenes Oren Born are * “When I was active in the Army,™ he said, “we had a way of settling differ- ences, man to man and not with talk. Per- haps boxing needs some of that sort of thing instead of bickering over purses and phony grudge fights. There seems to be ample space and I offer my services @e referee, Nothing is holding you back, gentiemen !” Matty Rourke threw a quick look at the commiasioner. An eager light leaped imte Matty’s brown eyes. He shucked off his coat and shirt. Battler Alders hesi- tated, then, with a snari, he ripped off tails coat and shirt. | “Migawd, stop ’em, Eisen!” Henly’s wail was filled with anguish. Solonel Eisen said, “There will be no rounds, gentlemen. When & man is knocked down the other maa must stand baek unt he regains his feet. Either one of you can terminate the fight at any time by not getting up or simply quitting. I will tolerate no foul punches.” “A hundred grand they’d drawl” groaned Henly, “And they do it for free! Stop ‘em, somebody !” “Everybody crowd im at the ends of the desk.” Colonel Eisen surveyed the space Jeft in the big office. It was almost as much as the area of a regular ring. “Are you ready, gentlemen?” Spike Babb crowded .close to Matty, latd a hand on the big man’s arm. “Ti’s the screwiest setup I ever saw for a fight, lad,” Spike said. “I gotta hunch this is some of ‘Phm's doing. You’ve worked hard for a shot at Alders, take GEomicbooks