Argosy All-Story Weekly, March 15, 1924 — page 116: what you’re looking at

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

By. CHARLES FRANCIS. RINGE. At best, if. we come right down to cases, it is but a softer word for the description of the ragged edge. Life has its ‘fringe. In it you will find the derelicts whith time’s passing has thrust so repeat- edly aside that they find rest only on the outer edges where the requirements are lesser. . : Life itself is aptly called a whirl; the whirl of events creates a centrifugal force that inevitably forces the weaker livers to the outer edge, the ragged edge—the fringe. The fight game is the same as any other in this respect. Taking the ring itself as the center of things, you will discover that the farther one gets away from it the less part they play in its affairs. Right up close on “ fight nights” are the ringside boys. They dig well into the leg woolens COE and fetch forth the necessary fancy price. And the farther you walk from the ring the nearer the fringe you get. ’Way back are the half dollar enthusiasts. These gentle-— men are willing to cough up a greater per- centage of their earnings than the ringsider because they have a deeper affection for the game; ergo, why would they be content to gaze upon it through banks of rank tobacco’ smoke? But you get the idea—the fight game is a whirl, just like the rest of life, and cer- tain things are required in order to resist the centrifugal force that is ever trying to crowd one out where the circle is wider and the desirability therefore less. It’s as ‘true of the fighters as of the spectators. "Way back, lined against the farthest wall from the ring, behind even the fifty cent lads, is the real fringe of the ring. It is 745 (C(O) nn) (C 6)(0)©)