Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 160: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

By BAYARD SHARPE the Eastern Athletic Club, sat in the big swivel chair before his much-littered desk and gazed into the heavy, smoke-laden atmosphere of the office. He was peeved, and a frown displaced the features of his naturally cadaverous face. Suddenly the frown deepened, reached top center, and the thin lips exploded in an adamant, emphatic malediction, which ended in the echo from the lips of the club’s secretary, Tod Cooper. * Blaah!”’ The reason of Walden’s peeve was one Kid Troubles, an embryonic heavyweight, who for the past six months, had been knocking all comers into dreamland by that way which marks the end of all pie-trained, derby-domed Pork an’ Beaners. ‘This was disastrous. Fighters who could show against Kid Troubles were scarcer than honest politicians; and because his end of the show usually ended in a marathon, the fight fans, on fight night, were putting on their slippers, filling the ole Jimmy-pipes, Jets WALDEN, matchmaker of 630 and accepting invitations to spend the eve- nings—with their sweet “‘ wimmin.” The club had staged a fight the night be- fore—pardon us, we meant foot race; for it took Kid Troubles three miles to overtake the pacemaker, and when he did he deco- rated that puffing individual with everything but murder. Moreover, the affair was as- sault and battery on the club’s bank roll. To determine the exact damage, Walden’s eyes slid to the open ledger which lay on the desk. ‘The fingers showed a positive profit in war tax only; with the result that Walden’s lean jaw bumped into his breast bone, and his lips framed another terse but elaborate adjective. ‘“* Box office receipts will just about cover the light bill!”’ he grumbled. ‘“ Public can’t be fooled no more. Gotta get a bird tuh clean up on Troubles—or quit stagin’ him!” He swung his chair toward the secretary, ordering: “‘ Tod, get a line on Jim Carrigan; he’s handlin’ K. O. Burns. When yuh find - him, wire expenses, an’ tell him tuh bring COL! IGbookSnecom