12 Sports Aces, May 1943 — page 85: what you’re looking at

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with his bare hands. Buck beat him squarely. Stan later saw Buck win the championship. Hertzog and the men around him did not like Buck. H proved Buck was a good boy. 5 Stan sensed the rest. Carter could never defeat Buck in a fair bout. But Carter did not fight fair. He would use every dirty trick in the book against Buck. The referee would let him get away with it, or there would be serious trouble for him and his family later. Stan nodded to himself. The referee would let Crusader Carter win over Buck. Stan said, “Me lose dis time?” Hertzog said, “Now you get the idea, stupid. C’mon, drag your hack into the ring.” Stan went down the aisle with Hertzog. A concerted rear of boos greeted him. He waved his hand. He did not mind the boos. Always the people booed him. Ht was Hertzog’s work. They considered him bad because of his face. They did not understand. Stan vaulted into the ring. He was proud of the lightness in his feet. He was very fast for such a big man. The Nazis had found that out. The fans booed him to-the rafters. Carter came into the ring. The crowd eheered. “Slug him silly!” yelled a fan. “Hit him with the ringposts, Carter!” “Dropkick him dizzy!” » Stan surveyed his opponent from the opposite corner. Carter was barrel- ehested and swarthy. He was a tough man in the ring. But Stan was not afraid. Car- ter did not have a rifle and a bayonet. He waited patiently for the announcer to get through, then the referee called them to the center of the ring. The cheer- ing for Garter was drowned out by the rumbling boo for Stan. Stan did not know what the referee was saying. It made no difference to him. He went back to his corner and waited. He tooked towards the ringside seats and @aw Buck Williams. Stan’s face split. He waved. Buck Wil- Jiams smiled and waved back. “Go get thim, Stan!” he called. Stan jerked his head. He looked at MAT MONSTER Hertzog and the eager light died in his eyes. Hertzog said he must lose tonight. HE gong clanged. Stan came out lightly. Carter rushed out scowling. He knocked Stan’s probing hand aside and slammed him in the jaw with a rocky fist. Stan went back off balance. He grim- aced, but was not hurt. Hertzog told him to pretend always he was hurt. The people liked it better that way. Stan did not ask why, he did what Hertzog told him. He needed that money very much, A wild yell rose from the crowd. Hertzog was right, people liked it when they thought Stan was hurt. “Get him, Carter!” yelled the crowd. Carter launched a flying tackle. Stan whirled and Carter spun off on his belly. Carter jumped to his feet and rushed him, Stan gave him the Irish whip. Carter banged against the mat. Stan made ne effort to follow up. The crowd booed. Carter frowned at his corner and got up. His manager jerked a thumb down. & was the signal for Carter to finish it as fast as he could. Carter feinted at the knees, them grabbed Stan around the neck. Stan dodged, but not fast enough. Two iron hands gripped his neck and squeezed. Stan choked and struggled to break loose. The cruel pressure tightened. Stam looked at the referee with bulging eyes. The referee’s face was blank. Stan’s head roared, his tongue swelled, The ring swam hefore him. Through the pounding in his head: he could hear the excited yapping of the crowd. He fought against the dizziness which tried to em gulf him. He couldn’t let Carter choke him into weakness. Carter would them shift to an orthodox hold and slam him unconscious. He eould see that in Carter’s gloating eyes. Stan sagged to his knees. Carter’s grip loosened. Stan suddenly grabbed Carter’s right forearm, yanked and jammed a shoulder upwards. Carter lurched to- wards him, slammed into the upthrust shoulder and sailed over Stan’s back. He hit the mat on his back. Stan scrambled after him. Carter got comichook (E(O) =|