12 Sports Aces, January 1943 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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

‘The Red-Light Express Gripping Hockey NV. ovelet By John Wilson who spent his business hours ragging a puck, Sweeney had a couple of nicks in his kisser, ali right. But the boyish, hand- ~ some face somehow belied his trade. He walked along, turned a corner and paused - at the entrance to the Coliseum. Sweeney looked up at the sign that was set in theater billing type. The sign read: Hoekey Thursday Night - Raiders vs. Bears Sweeney felt a little comforted. He went inside and a quartette of heads sud- denly jerked up, staring at him. Sweeney took a squint. The four guys didn’t have to have printer’s ink on their collars for Sweeney to guess they were sports writ- ers. Sweeney kept moving but he didn’t get far. A heavy-framed, red-faced man grabbed Sweeney’s arm, half spinning him around. “Well, looka here,” the red-faeed man grunted. “It’s the kid himself. Where you been hiding, Sweeney?” Sweeney cocked an eye at the news- hound. | = “Hiding from what?” “From Angel Toland for one thing,” the red-faced man said. “Don’t make me laugh, Sweeney. Playing alongside of COPNICLOOOKS (©)