Pulp Fiction, 1928 · page 94 of 156
Argosy All-Story Weekly — "Sea Marauders" — page 94: what you’re looking at
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A ay L WENA ay é. mae “ > ve Se re } noes “fT want you to meet Miss Bessie Barrow, a natural-born actress” Knocked Out Where the West Begins All the trouble began when Two-Punch Simpson received a movie offer and answered the call of the screen in his own inimitable style ! By THOMAS THURSDAY ITH the exception of Charlie Lindbergh—who taught time how to fly—most every guy who cuts a swath in the headlines, whether his stunt was singing “ Home, Sweet Home” louder than anybody else or walking down Main Street on his ears, promptly grabs himself a press agent and hops a train for Hollywood, Califilmia. If you ask me, which you didn’t, this stuff is as wrong as adult giraffes with two-inch necks. Who you are is a mystery to me, but I’m Jack Bailey, manager of Two- Punch Simpson, middleweight champ of the world. A couple or three days after he had won the crown from “ Horizontal” Hawkins, using every- thing but an ax to do it, we was showered with a flock of tasty offers otherwise than fisticuffs. No fooling, the extra sugar that was shoved under our beaks was positively amazing. For the consideration of one grand, Two-Punch signs a testimonial to the effect that he had always worn McGoldberg’s Never-Bust Athletic Belts; for two thousand berries my cuffing beauty broke down and con- fessed that Snyder's Hirsute-Hoister and Stay-Put Gloss kept his hair in per- ‘fect shape, even though his adversus did his best to sock it cross-eyed; for three thousand bucks Mons. Simpson admitted that he owed his great strength, ability and general good $16 * - - zt « . * - = 7S ah ape dee ithe 5 ge tint ioc = ~ comicbooks.c Sena oe