12 Sports Aces, May 1943 — page 59: what you’re looking at

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

00 ere Serer ei ridenSerGeeGooh reer Pe Di Doe h Sor Bro Per Gre Sor tees Oe Oe Goro Bee Gere Per Gn Ber Serr erento Porson soar arenes Oren Born are * “When I was active in the Army,™ he said, “we had a way of settling differ- ences, man to man and not with talk. Per- haps boxing needs some of that sort of thing instead of bickering over purses and phony grudge fights. There seems to be ample space and I offer my services @e referee, Nothing is holding you back, gentiemen !” Matty Rourke threw a quick look at the commiasioner. An eager light leaped imte Matty’s brown eyes. He shucked off his coat and shirt. Battler Alders hesi- tated, then, with a snari, he ripped off tails coat and shirt. | “Migawd, stop ’em, Eisen!” Henly’s wail was filled with anguish. Solonel Eisen said, “There will be no rounds, gentlemen. When & man is knocked down the other maa must stand baek unt he regains his feet. Either one of you can terminate the fight at any time by not getting up or simply quitting. I will tolerate no foul punches.” “A hundred grand they’d drawl” groaned Henly, “And they do it for free! Stop ‘em, somebody !” “Everybody crowd im at the ends of the desk.” Colonel Eisen surveyed the space Jeft in the big office. It was almost as much as the area of a regular ring. “Are you ready, gentlemen?” Spike Babb crowded .close to Matty, latd a hand on the big man’s arm. “Ti’s the screwiest setup I ever saw for a fight, lad,” Spike said. “I gotta hunch this is some of ‘Phm's doing. You’ve worked hard for a shot at Alders, take GEomicbooks