tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40425060895356383012024-03-13T05:36:27.282-07:00Darwination Scansdarwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.comBlogger172125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-31011269481863738522024-03-06T20:11:00.000-08:002024-03-07T09:55:21.384-08:00The Early Follies of Cap'n Joey and Worth B. Carnahan / W.B.C. Pt. 7<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-ZxuoFkgDSv3c7UllcUKrhgArAdxPrUNsH6I7OnYzuWXHgNLCxoyA7xCOPPohZuoTHNl7T6YNNP1P4a_LmgPtsoy9p5POiU0NKyFDf_x994GZaTtkGE3EvTkjsPWEToydjNOZzmfcaPcMmYC0a3BGzxi7b6GMfiqt9oXAGHgpQefI5U271XfOO3Mo7g/s4357/Burten's%20Follies%20v03n01%20(1924-11.Bohemian)%20cover%20Worth%20Carnahan%20(Darwin%20Edit).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4357" data-original-width="3191" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-ZxuoFkgDSv3c7UllcUKrhgArAdxPrUNsH6I7OnYzuWXHgNLCxoyA7xCOPPohZuoTHNl7T6YNNP1P4a_LmgPtsoy9p5POiU0NKyFDf_x994GZaTtkGE3EvTkjsPWEToydjNOZzmfcaPcMmYC0a3BGzxi7b6GMfiqt9oXAGHgpQefI5U271XfOO3Mo7g/w468-h640/Burten's%20Follies%20v03n01%20(1924-11.Bohemian)%20cover%20Worth%20Carnahan%20(Darwin%20Edit).jpg" width="468" /></a></div><p></p><p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53515080087" target="_blank">at Flickr </a></p><p>Get the cover to cover scan <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/ll3057xrf6x2cf3/Burten%2527s_Follies_v03n01_%25281924-11.Bohemian%2529_%2528natural_edit%2529_%2528Darwination%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">here</a>. </p><p>or you can view it online or grab a .pdf of the issue at the Internet Archive <a href="https://archive.org/details/burtens-follies-v-03n-01-1924-11.-bohemian-natural-edit-darwin-ia" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /></p><p></p><p>Worth Carnahan, 1924. The November edition of Burten's Follies, the Turkey number. Perhaps Carnahan's first published magazine cover. An appropriate way to start a post on Carnahan's earliest work in New York City, eh? A deceptively layered cover with in the interplay of form and shadow. And after Cap'n Joey Burten's heart, too, no doubt. F is for flapper and F is for football, two of Burten's keenest interests. </p><p>Based on the date of Carnahan's marriage to Genevieve discussed in the previous post and the fact that Carnahan says he worked in Connecticut for two years after before striking out for "the big time", that would put the Carnahan's arrival in The Big Apple around September of 1924 which just happens to be the same month he first appears in Burten's Follies, sounding his arrival to the magazine with a single illustration in the September issue of Follies.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcXFfgKUyYHJirraYt3oubgahmTCH3L9vxk41O42xyhyIEPixcTtxA_l9z6sqo_UCX13ikkv7C1tVNLYhhNzyXZ3BzJRIAVxNdLgKONTTSwrrlyECQbtbhfxgc5Ig7fLbhZtOBSq-9IoM95ITXEhsM17yy0sq6AoX1N7V3lJIGCONS2dycJw01aMAPT04/s882/Burten's%20Follies%201924-09%20page%2014%20illo%20A%20Wild%20Woman%20Worth%20B.%20Carnahan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="882" data-original-width="772" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcXFfgKUyYHJirraYt3oubgahmTCH3L9vxk41O42xyhyIEPixcTtxA_l9z6sqo_UCX13ikkv7C1tVNLYhhNzyXZ3BzJRIAVxNdLgKONTTSwrrlyECQbtbhfxgc5Ig7fLbhZtOBSq-9IoM95ITXEhsM17yy0sq6AoX1N7V3lJIGCONS2dycJw01aMAPT04/w350-h400/Burten's%20Follies%201924-09%20page%2014%20illo%20A%20Wild%20Woman%20Worth%20B.%20Carnahan.jpg" width="350" /></a></div><p>An edited image via Will Straw, who has most kindly supplied me with a wealth of materials regarding Joey Burten for my investigation of Carnahan. I've linked Will's pages before (and <a href="https://willstraw.com/united-states-the-long-publishing-career-of-joseph-capn-joey-burten/" target="_blank">here</a> is a fantastic page he's put up that has some great information on Burten as well a wonderful gallery of magazine covers). Will has been working on a book on Stephen Clow (a notorious publisher in his own right and occasional contributor to Follies himself) which has material on Burten as well as other publishers in the Broadway/Scandal/Artists and Models milieu.</p><p>I've spent the last couple of days reading Burten's publication leading up to Carnahan's arrival, and it's been quite the trip. Joey Burten (born Joseph G. Bernstein, I'm assuming he Americanized his name like so many others of that time to fit in) is an interesting character to say the least. I haven't been able to find very much in the way of hard information outside of what other pulp scholars have written and even some of those bits of background seem iffy. Born in New York in 1893, his brother was Morris Bernstein who was also in the publishing business and also on Statements of Ownership for Follies beginning in 1923. Burten had a lengthy football career in that he played for LSU starting in 1914 which would have had him starting his schooling at 21. Burten described himself as a rolling stone, and if his constant tales of travel and ribaldry in his magazines are to be believed, it's no surprise he started school a bit late. He played in 1915 and 1916 as well but then went off to World War I where he would make lieutenant in the Army. Burten doesn't write about his war experiences in Follies often, and when he does he seems haunted by the experience (like most WWI veterans who had been through that meatgrinder). Burten returned to LSU for his last year of football eligibility in 1919, and would play up into his publishing career playing for the New York Giants in 1921 (different Giants than we know now) and the Rock Island Independents out of Illinois during the Fall season from 1923-1925. He's listed in the football records at 6'0" 205 lbs. In the December 1923 issue of Follies, Burten writes, "Art Williams who is the whole show on sports in the Middle West printed that I was some 'plunging fullback.' In refutation, Art, let me tell you that I'm the best in the world when it comes to plunging my fork into a mess of potatoes, and I don't mean maybe."</p><p>It so happens that the only picture of Burten I've ever seen is in the issue I shared at the top of this post. Here's Burten next to Jim Thorpe. You think Beau (Jackson) knows, but <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Thorpe" target="_blank">Jim Thorpe</a> is the most versatile athlete I've ever heard of, winning a a gold medal in both the pentathlon and the decathlon in the 1912 Summer Olympics and then going on to play six seasons of Major League Baseball, play for six National Football League teams (as well as other pro football leagues), and even play on a traveling pro all Native American basketball team. And that's not even getting into the All-Star/All-American/number of championship accomplishments or his career in college sports. We've got some territory in common, as he spent some time at Haskell Indian College in my hometown of Lawrence, KS. They still lift hard at the fitness center at Haskell named after the man 💪 I imagine Thorpe and Burten got on like gangbusters on the Rock Island Independents (and probably drank the rest of the team under the table, good lord.)</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR1BhbBOZdfcZtDQTklj0OFppa-2q0eNla8jhKwDbqV7haRDIK_DmNhBzAxfybowwnya5BWOUMCoPwJDftoCdmj0spht1H2TxSFAlgSiNk5qpkxVh5bYzX0ryozaa78tBUSiRKuFEKEvHfVhQIblsDh2uxQPmCmEYsvBcr-YSE9AWbvXkwCI1Cg2ko-RM/s2871/Follies1924-11Image%200002%20Cap'n%20Joey%20Jim%20Thorpe%20Celestine%20Vichy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2871" data-original-width="1414" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR1BhbBOZdfcZtDQTklj0OFppa-2q0eNla8jhKwDbqV7haRDIK_DmNhBzAxfybowwnya5BWOUMCoPwJDftoCdmj0spht1H2TxSFAlgSiNk5qpkxVh5bYzX0ryozaa78tBUSiRKuFEKEvHfVhQIblsDh2uxQPmCmEYsvBcr-YSE9AWbvXkwCI1Cg2ko-RM/w316-h640/Follies1924-11Image%200002%20Cap'n%20Joey%20Jim%20Thorpe%20Celestine%20Vichy.jpg" width="316" /></a></div>The mysterious Celestine Vichy provides caption. Vichy is often referred to as an on again off again lover girl of Burten, though both Vichy and Burten seem to have plenty of amorous adventures on their own. Vichy is described as a sporting woman herself, ready to hop in the ring with any woman that will put on a pair of gloves (or man for that matter). And I better give a close-up crop of Burten here, too, just in case this really is the only picture that makes it to the internet of the guy. Heaven forbid he goes down in perpetuity in a pulpy photograph wearing a goofy helmet and the letter 8, obscurity might be better ><<br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH_zZhjR3kIyYUPClyqP62oqNr-PzOgbAgZyRezctN95YdG016rQIj1JaiY6ziPt1ZBffFPdGFrjcyPcHZxRIvcgJ1ZCuwh5Nh7ZDJ48V0fBJ4O9S-xxTRrGi2t3q_vuciNW5mHLPitSXP7xO9WzYfKQnQYqbFXfcfdT0IFJbZPXywQpegv4KfM2Hh400/s873/Follies1924-11Image%200002%20Cap'n%20Joey%20close-up.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="873" data-original-width="545" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH_zZhjR3kIyYUPClyqP62oqNr-PzOgbAgZyRezctN95YdG016rQIj1JaiY6ziPt1ZBffFPdGFrjcyPcHZxRIvcgJ1ZCuwh5Nh7ZDJ48V0fBJ4O9S-xxTRrGi2t3q_vuciNW5mHLPitSXP7xO9WzYfKQnQYqbFXfcfdT0IFJbZPXywQpegv4KfM2Hh400/w250-h400/Follies1924-11Image%200002%20Cap'n%20Joey%20close-up.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><p>But I'd be selling Burten short if I were to categorize him only as a football player. He's a joker, a traveler, a lover, and a poet. He was a hustler with such a vivid imagination that it's incredibly hard for me to cipher out what's real and what's imagined in the yarns he spins in his magazines. Here's this fullback living in Greenwich Village with all sorts of bohemian artists, poets, and free love types, hob-knobbing with the celebrities of the day but also apparently partaking in globe-trotting of the most adventurous variety. His magazines contain many distinct editorial and poetic voices, and I've no doubt he had help with his magazines, but I also have to wonder how many of the pseudonymous contributors are figments and how many are real people. Adding to the mystery in all this is that, in risque magazines, authors,artists, and editors deigned to give their real names because of the risk of obscenity blow back. Money men and distributors always had the smaller fish (like Burten) taking all the risk on the paperwork as figureheads so that they would be fall guys when decency groups managed to get somebody hauled off to court for obscenity. Which is a little puzzling for the modern reader, because it is very hard to recognize these charming little magazines as smut. <br /></p><p>I didn't really mean to get into all these details regarding Burten, but I don't think I can set the stage for Carnahan's entry without looking at the nature of the mag and the couple of years that came before he arrived. Cap'n Joey's Jazza Ka Jazza (which would turn into Cap'n Joey's Follies then Follies then Burten's Follies) started as a Greenwich village version of the folk humor that made Capt. Billy's Whiz-Bang a success out of Minnesota. It started out very simplistic in terms of graphics. <a href="https://www.silentera.com/taylorology/index.html" target="_blank">Bruce Long</a> has scanned <a href="https://archive.org/search?query=jazza+ka+jazza" target="_blank">a couple of the early issues which are available at the Internet Archive</a>, a *fantastic* contribution, and the image below is from his scan of the second issue:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKqhA0khEdTUenqcsM2XwnnuW9mEt_DGMyiXAmiJfDU90H8syOrheG8NnA1vmO9RLWATYO1vFy10zr4300SknUhdvPzxAZYByxaEXOkhh7watUUNY_3WWVH0_84yuP3Df_J22MvBCe1psI6xCO9T1uEgfAwVrNMsXsPzI8jDaJxhW_Oj78I1_vYtdxx7g/s2111/Cap'n%20Joey's%20Jazza%20Ka%20Jazza%20v01n02%201922-03%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2111" data-original-width="1592" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKqhA0khEdTUenqcsM2XwnnuW9mEt_DGMyiXAmiJfDU90H8syOrheG8NnA1vmO9RLWATYO1vFy10zr4300SknUhdvPzxAZYByxaEXOkhh7watUUNY_3WWVH0_84yuP3Df_J22MvBCe1psI6xCO9T1uEgfAwVrNMsXsPzI8jDaJxhW_Oj78I1_vYtdxx7g/w482-h640/Cap'n%20Joey's%20Jazza%20Ka%20Jazza%20v01n02%201922-03%20cover.jpg" width="482" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Jule," 1922. Or here's the cover of the following issue courtesy Will Straw.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZG151_q9PcgKd75xm5y2IaFQINFZVPd7kvR5cblefdg98vorNOyPlBfh6y5KJHM8MPsB-EIrNzc-Wvt2aMATVxCABEyGhp_uhiHcuv8wWmy2SRjsdqCYe2uKU7hfx27j67s2qUT4xxLfziraBx0QYs3VGEmF4_g0PQVlJH9Mxuv_75KV-Km4_jXqkS2Q/s972/Cap'n%20Joey's%20Jazza%20Ka%20Jazza%20v01n03%201922-04%20cover%20(via%20Will%20Straw)%20crop.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="972" data-original-width="673" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZG151_q9PcgKd75xm5y2IaFQINFZVPd7kvR5cblefdg98vorNOyPlBfh6y5KJHM8MPsB-EIrNzc-Wvt2aMATVxCABEyGhp_uhiHcuv8wWmy2SRjsdqCYe2uKU7hfx27j67s2qUT4xxLfziraBx0QYs3VGEmF4_g0PQVlJH9Mxuv_75KV-Km4_jXqkS2Q/w445-h640/Cap'n%20Joey's%20Jazza%20Ka%20Jazza%20v01n03%201922-04%20cover%20(via%20Will%20Straw)%20crop.jpg" width="445" /></a></div><br />I suspect "Jule" here as well. I do think the graphics are very striking in their simple wildness, and I love the colored cover stock.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After a single wrap of photos, Joey opens issue number two touting the success of the first issue and alluding to his Greenwich Village den. The copyright registration card for the second issue lists Burten's residence as 39 7th Street in the village (and I do get a kick out of Google streetviewing these addresses, perhaps Joey lived above the space that is now a Subway).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgQq4n_TIWSF90xkDHd_RjpMkxFygxsqatXASO-oQkuJkeOSzU12tKETFcG9skNUJoqKBdCS3IsD9d57Ca9mTzGTLTGYoH5X2Sdrtp8jzMWS7Nz_JetvkniZUhD3mVZwR5N0tlvvSZ7OBZU8lJRW5bktM4Otmvsw1mQoca6DbFSN-a0JLIF_1e2MkD0jA/s2093/Cap'n%20Joey's%20Jazza%20Ka%20Jazza%20v01n02%201922-03%20page%205.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2093" data-original-width="1469" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgQq4n_TIWSF90xkDHd_RjpMkxFygxsqatXASO-oQkuJkeOSzU12tKETFcG9skNUJoqKBdCS3IsD9d57Ca9mTzGTLTGYoH5X2Sdrtp8jzMWS7Nz_JetvkniZUhD3mVZwR5N0tlvvSZ7OBZU8lJRW5bktM4Otmvsw1mQoca6DbFSN-a0JLIF_1e2MkD0jA/w450-h640/Cap'n%20Joey's%20Jazza%20Ka%20Jazza%20v01n02%201922-03%20page%205.jpg" width="450" /></a></div>How appropriate is the quotation from the NYT here as celebration of Rabelaisian comedy. Even the most star-aspiring amongst us are motivated by the same Darwinian drives shared by the lowest primate - the juxtaposition of the two makes for great comedy and the art of the 20s mined that vein in art high and low.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The following page:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUNyU3eMcpDapGcof2KewhQl6MUrPozdkNBgSYpodlfnMwGuqrOM57GttZ3uoYsNbiCg_oDQBcH9MziBRFeCinUI8U1axXiUlwrgOLrPgiW1x2TcH27L6KyG_MvapPDTsEdJfLgHU4fvIyyeL40nOE8AwINl_qQtXBjU5YV-ylcM08gk9vmdcpH61ro0/s2101/Cap'n%20Joey's%20Jazza%20Ka%20Jazza%20v01n02%201922-03%20page%206.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2101" data-original-width="1443" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUNyU3eMcpDapGcof2KewhQl6MUrPozdkNBgSYpodlfnMwGuqrOM57GttZ3uoYsNbiCg_oDQBcH9MziBRFeCinUI8U1axXiUlwrgOLrPgiW1x2TcH27L6KyG_MvapPDTsEdJfLgHU4fvIyyeL40nOE8AwINl_qQtXBjU5YV-ylcM08gk9vmdcpH61ro0/w440-h640/Cap'n%20Joey's%20Jazza%20Ka%20Jazza%20v01n02%201922-03%20page%206.jpg" width="440" /></a></div> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">By the fourth issue, Burten is upping his game in terms of graphic and production quality. One hallmark of the 20s magazine market was that it was ever-changing and quickly. Magazines like the Whiz-Bang or Cap'n Joey's learned that the public wanted not only people's humor but photos, illustration, and novelty. The magazines that were initially produced for a nickel and sold for a quarter needed to up their game if they were to stand out from the newsstand competition. From the slick section at the center of issue four printed in green ink, an account of Joey, the mysterious Celestine, and circulation-manager Rozatski attendance at the Quat'z Arts Ball at Tammany Hall <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bal_des_Quat%27z%27Arts" target="_blank">after the Parisian tradition</a>:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRXOZflOEmGBW9Dlr7etCGhuKcuaOlXsoCO96KXkmvFet8GRfKO6qvGAO6996QU_jzYIpJ9lhC81Mrr28XskX-uDmD5K2-_KG-b7Co-JFmSROHuiC4e7PsHRbVA7Gp6T6vCnwAePOYQ5ZcaLkVANt6OuhJggcUjkxCUZgWlokad58h_szME5_q2NnI6iI/s2186/Cap'n%20Joey's%20Jazza%20Ka%20Jazza%20v01n04%201922-05%20cover%20page%2032.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2186" data-original-width="1498" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRXOZflOEmGBW9Dlr7etCGhuKcuaOlXsoCO96KXkmvFet8GRfKO6qvGAO6996QU_jzYIpJ9lhC81Mrr28XskX-uDmD5K2-_KG-b7Co-JFmSROHuiC4e7PsHRbVA7Gp6T6vCnwAePOYQ5ZcaLkVANt6OuhJggcUjkxCUZgWlokad58h_szME5_q2NnI6iI/w438-h640/Cap'n%20Joey's%20Jazza%20Ka%20Jazza%20v01n04%201922-05%20cover%20page%2032.jpg" width="438" /></a></div> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Subject unknown, Celestine Vichy? Hard to know, the subject of artist's model is a constant topic of ribaldry in the era (and, indeed, I refer to a whole genre of magazine as artists and models mag - someday I'll get hot and heavy into that maze of publications of which later incarnations of this very mag were a part). The copyright registration card for this issue lists Burten's address as 44 Greenwich Ave (Perhaps his den was above what is now the Greenwich Treehouse and Partners & Crime Mystery Booksellers). By the sixth issue, Jo Burten is still the copyright claimant, but the publisher and printer is listed in the copyright registration as Bohemian Mag. Co., Inc, the namesake of the "Bohemian Group" of magazines of which Worth Carnahan would be engraver and art director for almost immediately upon his arrival on the scene. There are *many* other players within the magazines and behind the scenes in the printing and distribution aspects of this group that played key parts in the magazine history of the first half of the 20th century. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For the second volume which would appear quarterly starting with the Pre-Spring Number in 1923, the magazine title pivots from Cap'n Joey's Jazza Ka Jazza to Cap'n Joey's Follies (after the various Follies of Broadway no doubt) and the format switched from humor digest to a full magazine size on a slicker variety of paper. Not high-end by any means but aspirational with color covers, more space for higher quality advertisements (though still mostly local clients), much more spot and full page illustration, photos all over the place and an increasing number of contributors art-wise and article-wise, whereas previously you get the feeling Joey was doing most of the penmanship himself. Necessary because Joey was a traveling man? Investors come aboard because of the obvious opportunity the Jazza Ka Jazza's success provided? An increasingly competitive magazine environment that demanded novelty at every turn? I'd say so. The first cover of the second volume, courtesy of Will Straw's page on Burten:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUxwExKuZ-v_i3FvDIXWZr3BdQ2JJYjR5axBMR9yHyxpRJ9ZiETaP696LlEboRZjUJ_1mwcrJC4XglERULPgSjo_tctgjudJ8H1-F__Y294aUlIjdYpXcoPX5eCMMDSiJYrQYmpg-kiARLMuR4-BiN3PUxvkYmn_PJohhaVpmvLlm_5qOAzFvRxnvv2CQ/s992/Cap'n%20Joey's%20Follies%20v02n01%201923-02%20Pre-Spring%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="992" data-original-width="731" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUxwExKuZ-v_i3FvDIXWZr3BdQ2JJYjR5axBMR9yHyxpRJ9ZiETaP696LlEboRZjUJ_1mwcrJC4XglERULPgSjo_tctgjudJ8H1-F__Y294aUlIjdYpXcoPX5eCMMDSiJYrQYmpg-kiARLMuR4-BiN3PUxvkYmn_PJohhaVpmvLlm_5qOAzFvRxnvv2CQ/w472-h640/Cap'n%20Joey's%20Follies%20v02n01%201923-02%20Pre-Spring%20cover.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Starting with this issue and running through the first five issues of the volume, Burten is listed as Travelling Editor while the Assistant Editor is ostensibly a Jeff Jiggs. During this year, Burten spins tales of trips to visit rum runners in the Bahamas, adventures in the wild oil boom towns of Oklahoma, as well as happenings in various town in the rust belt (assuming these last travels were during football season). Starting with this issue, the address for the Bohemian Mag. Co. is listed <a href="http://shapirobernstein.com/timeline/" target="_blank">at 1416 Broadway, in the heart of Tin Pan Alley</a>, and, indeed, there seems to be many ties between Burten and the song printers and publishers of Broadway. New contributors like Albert Vargas, Harry Glynn, and Merle Hersey, and Dan Baker would make contributions. Beginning with the May 1924 edition, Wayne Sabbath would be listed as
Assistant Editor, a name that would be linked to Burten for much of his
later career. The art was getting better and better, partly because of "borrowing" of foreign material from France's La Vie Pariesienne and the UK cartoons of Starr Wood, but also with the addition of American artists like Chas. A. Smith, Millard Hopper, and Phil Love. Also, the photography improves, as credited photos from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_de_Mirjian" target="_blank">John de Mirjian</a> start to appear. And then our man, Carnahan comes on the scene. <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At this point, I'm going to kind of drift off here from a sequential history of Burten's Follies and just get into sharing issues and Worth Carnahan pieces. When exactly Carnahan becomes the art editor isn't clear, but I'd say pretty fast. I have a feeling his engraving experience was a great boon to the enterprise along with the layout skills, and starting with the cover that opened this the post, Carnahan is given the cover for the next seven issues (between Burten's Follies and Follies Quarterly), always a sign of publisher's favor (not to mention strong sales).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But Carnahan's first credit begins with this issue from the month before the issue I led this article with. The issue is an old scan of mine October 1924 issue of Follies (from before I had a proper interest in Carnahan) and was edited by my long lost pal, McCoy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3wnsNHHvkQE3-u_bPoqbHeBtccZ6I_olVj7iF8UMlSwN_Nl9nKzeFe6pPdg9rCWp9X2wmAsRiX2XP5qLoYtVuB0Tdv6Bq2A5gwvpq4qg2dRrn110Midifn926iEIrLdcCrTmYnmNNteAZb9wM5vmJVHhuZ2OF4pgXVunoyviu_HbgrTjSJwdtxCP0-Vo/s2244/Follies1924-10p01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2244" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3wnsNHHvkQE3-u_bPoqbHeBtccZ6I_olVj7iF8UMlSwN_Nl9nKzeFe6pPdg9rCWp9X2wmAsRiX2XP5qLoYtVuB0Tdv6Bq2A5gwvpq4qg2dRrn110Midifn926iEIrLdcCrTmYnmNNteAZb9wM5vmJVHhuZ2OF4pgXVunoyviu_HbgrTjSJwdtxCP0-Vo/w476-h640/Follies1924-10p01.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53487846911" target="_blank">at Flickr</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cover to cover scan available <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/ya9axmcvxf302rl/Follies_v02n12_%25281924-10.Bohemian%2529%2528D%2526M%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">here</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Online viewing and .pdf available at the IA <a href="https://archive.org/details/follies-v-02n-12-1924-10.-bohemian-d-m-ia" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"The People Be Tickled," and I imagine Carnahan was pleased to see his name in print amongst the contributors on the frontispiece:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJC8grFL5urmdlDKejStx02zY7Dx4gtKEOvLpFwJLwHRafrii7BpdUTl6x_zEuYVh96lLd2lXc6zJrrhtHzLn_NlMwXAAS-1_aKZhaSdeNiBZEZphjBI_rPHqpe-Ubfq647uhYNr5KVP4Q-bFnz4HFjwxd_JP6T3yH-4_mcHY4zoF1pYps4zkhNQ_ISEg/s2202/Follies1924-10p04.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2202" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJC8grFL5urmdlDKejStx02zY7Dx4gtKEOvLpFwJLwHRafrii7BpdUTl6x_zEuYVh96lLd2lXc6zJrrhtHzLn_NlMwXAAS-1_aKZhaSdeNiBZEZphjBI_rPHqpe-Ubfq647uhYNr5KVP4Q-bFnz4HFjwxd_JP6T3yH-4_mcHY4zoF1pYps4zkhNQ_ISEg/w484-h640/Follies1924-10p04.jpg" width="484" /></a></div>Artist unknown, possibly Wayne Sabbath, as W.S. signed below a variation of the same frontispiece in the next issue. Also unknown is why Worth Carnahan is credited as R. Carnahan in a number of these contributors lists, but there is plenty of funny business going on with other names in these as well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here's Carnahan using one of his many signatures, simply a C (which he had a number of variations on). I suspect the illustration may be an adaptation from La Vie Parisienne:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgST-h4poSxWazFblGxsGH59mhnYKF3ly9Q6X2hO9lKqp9B0PtiDr0B_Tb5sREhKtTWPqsZLxP7LQqDOmmuBjDoOlM8YiFpx43YnCSpWI16zmtOW9_bdxazh_rrFZZes3AmGKU-aLuUNE22gVE3_CEr-R5-3JfdR3XLvpCC0qFgatJiLTfh27oHiq4GnzM/s1607/Follies1924-10p10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1190" data-original-width="1607" height="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgST-h4poSxWazFblGxsGH59mhnYKF3ly9Q6X2hO9lKqp9B0PtiDr0B_Tb5sREhKtTWPqsZLxP7LQqDOmmuBjDoOlM8YiFpx43YnCSpWI16zmtOW9_bdxazh_rrFZZes3AmGKU-aLuUNE22gVE3_CEr-R5-3JfdR3XLvpCC0qFgatJiLTfh27oHiq4GnzM/w640-h474/Follies1924-10p10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />Or here's one made up of a series of small figures, a common sighting in the artists and models magazine and girlie pulps, as you might be able to squeeze a little lass in many a spot on these pages. The signature has a W, B, and C, cramped into one spot, he hadn't come up with his distinctive "bug" signature yet that combined his initials in a stamp-like configuration.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI3V5uIHzx0myzzUoiqyEmZJD_vBwBSUD61ICUaLrItORsB00pCRvi9bcceIIqB8p2-pNRUE7nHqS5WQAdYCf1GHLRnl9G7s-ckhL23mzVqYxJjWkrpJWyHsA9Sxw1-isZt6LNS7XI0Qbx-r3w-rvvCPKDzxJgwafoXH4ykMY-djMwIvUfvK0aI-s-iZ4/s2188/Follies1924-10p12.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2188" data-original-width="873" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI3V5uIHzx0myzzUoiqyEmZJD_vBwBSUD61ICUaLrItORsB00pCRvi9bcceIIqB8p2-pNRUE7nHqS5WQAdYCf1GHLRnl9G7s-ckhL23mzVqYxJjWkrpJWyHsA9Sxw1-isZt6LNS7XI0Qbx-r3w-rvvCPKDzxJgwafoXH4ykMY-djMwIvUfvK0aI-s-iZ4/w256-h640/Follies1924-10p12.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One more illustration from the issue, not from Carnahan but a self-portrait by Burten himself, caveman indeed. If I'm including a photo of him looking goofy in the old-school football helmet, I might as well give another option in the portraiture department, heh heh</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK5HmBY25Uy3IW-c2zW3JLyiJLx4rBtoQwU7pR9IteKGTz3myPU-tWHJpxXUbUCZdWbBlezCRCuBIkL8OZUYGx1qqoKKloO8j2HGM4PiF7FLEkxg_BM39ynKF22MJ4SsY2sFMuw7-bqSiCvFSQ08ioPsj2sR_Uh3hDdifcIatqQ5ZiMRahlfxhncNICeM/s1571/Follies1924-10p05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1571" data-original-width="1095" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK5HmBY25Uy3IW-c2zW3JLyiJLx4rBtoQwU7pR9IteKGTz3myPU-tWHJpxXUbUCZdWbBlezCRCuBIkL8OZUYGx1qqoKKloO8j2HGM4PiF7FLEkxg_BM39ynKF22MJ4SsY2sFMuw7-bqSiCvFSQ08ioPsj2sR_Uh3hDdifcIatqQ5ZiMRahlfxhncNICeM/w279-h400/Follies1924-10p05.jpg" width="279" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">More Worth Carnahan, from the following month's issue linked at the top of the post. Already in just the third issue he's appeared in for Burten, Carnahan has the cover spot as well as a couple of feature illustrations. The Leg of Nations:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXcHfUbLG9abH1My5ezkzus-vkMWhKv1Jx9pO-aM2Op1PcCmscjc_anqkjhJr8MJnCQCUnXOgWNv-1Pj5kXXavaEVeWFMIyDE74JfF0rvd6gp90Na_P-rbCBrEOvHqKL7hxn9UnKF0v9sEtK3ndP8rqVtkjMo8RGZZyS1mGUy5w2vqOwtpr8F_Ic3Fdhs/s2731/Follies1924-11Image%200011%20illo%20Carnahan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1812" data-original-width="2731" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXcHfUbLG9abH1My5ezkzus-vkMWhKv1Jx9pO-aM2Op1PcCmscjc_anqkjhJr8MJnCQCUnXOgWNv-1Pj5kXXavaEVeWFMIyDE74JfF0rvd6gp90Na_P-rbCBrEOvHqKL7hxn9UnKF0v9sEtK3ndP8rqVtkjMo8RGZZyS1mGUy5w2vqOwtpr8F_Ic3Fdhs/w640-h424/Follies1924-11Image%200011%20illo%20Carnahan.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53491171236" target="_blank">at Flickr</a>. I like his signature on that one.</p><p>I particularly enjoy this one, impressions of a newcomer to the Playboy's Frolic:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZAyzophW2PxtBUeGprHKoWenM5KIsvDiQhSQIKRcSyJfGEO0joJXkvkpYockaXwsSZQupeagYNAwISoonBfKYdkfu_D65flNrjxoG0dopCDOEYC_MSwHU0uXOE-zQmzcA-4m723sVhb8EesExhIn1f34Ii92Nbm5ZXqaIMwY03R9yUKRYdK1hfK6DdQ/s2747/Follies1924-11Image%200021%20black%20and%20white%20edit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2116" data-original-width="2747" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZAyzophW2PxtBUeGprHKoWenM5KIsvDiQhSQIKRcSyJfGEO0joJXkvkpYockaXwsSZQupeagYNAwISoonBfKYdkfu_D65flNrjxoG0dopCDOEYC_MSwHU0uXOE-zQmzcA-4m723sVhb8EesExhIn1f34Ii92Nbm5ZXqaIMwY03R9yUKRYdK1hfK6DdQ/w640-h492/Follies1924-11Image%200021%20black%20and%20white%20edit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53490278717" target="_blank">at Flickr</a>. <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and some fun spot illustrations (which are fairly small on a three column page) from the issue...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />The Turkey Number. Meditating on a turkey? Quite the bird.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSlsmSLBc1H1eqdJyWIrJrpRWU3QKFhDCKMJNztTASMRx_DLhCtV6PTglDWnzXDcGcK_Fnr2HWisLkK5jbJrz0kFPWjYOVG-2gaI-7FjaxUGCY5mlKmEAlsQXSP4nyw9qc6ywfC8kxFxkt_Y2R7HXaucmlNyAOibtISU8dGoN1KuVWvucXeEDxA17iys/s865/Follies1924-11Image%200022%20spot%20illo%20A%20Carnahan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="865" data-original-width="821" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSlsmSLBc1H1eqdJyWIrJrpRWU3QKFhDCKMJNztTASMRx_DLhCtV6PTglDWnzXDcGcK_Fnr2HWisLkK5jbJrz0kFPWjYOVG-2gaI-7FjaxUGCY5mlKmEAlsQXSP4nyw9qc6ywfC8kxFxkt_Y2R7HXaucmlNyAOibtISU8dGoN1KuVWvucXeEDxA17iys/s320/Follies1924-11Image%200022%20spot%20illo%20A%20Carnahan.jpg" width="304" /></a></div><br /> There's a zen to these.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYhZ5Lw3-5AtYGdnCSma-RfmVVZU8l5o_hjLSozGICM2CJWhgLNsXtBZm-WWqF7n6zMFHqrfb3gTWuUxJaqkqaDrMEQD6_BYUHoMNBNglIpV3rqhsOcBCnbkTNeheCkLsSM8clleyDvO0D9NamjNRvpSLTXmWY9lD2S9tZ0Lmqcht0AjoMNf3OK2PaCM/s870/Follies1924-11Image%200022%20spot%20illo%20B%20Carnahan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="866" data-original-width="870" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYhZ5Lw3-5AtYGdnCSma-RfmVVZU8l5o_hjLSozGICM2CJWhgLNsXtBZm-WWqF7n6zMFHqrfb3gTWuUxJaqkqaDrMEQD6_BYUHoMNBNglIpV3rqhsOcBCnbkTNeheCkLsSM8clleyDvO0D9NamjNRvpSLTXmWY9lD2S9tZ0Lmqcht0AjoMNf3OK2PaCM/s320/Follies1924-11Image%200022%20spot%20illo%20B%20Carnahan.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One last cartoon from Carnahan for this post.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdcGYXswb_gW8b4zFIGqtlBd8xXcvMiWVrCxvXtWG5wJIgkR_fLxn0A9UJvHnxBAl2BQVdb6Q3i0NcCt8QNbJD7KFRRRV8WqI4bN2ZiTDLiiY6j8jW4fT0wHKFYILCYSLV5aJJi7SY873ZxMFpNqXyYlDcohF3M28OaH7gp5sddgbg4InGS2RxRI893c/s1809/Follies1924-11Image%200030%20illo%20Carnahan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1809" data-original-width="1330" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdcGYXswb_gW8b4zFIGqtlBd8xXcvMiWVrCxvXtWG5wJIgkR_fLxn0A9UJvHnxBAl2BQVdb6Q3i0NcCt8QNbJD7KFRRRV8WqI4bN2ZiTDLiiY6j8jW4fT0wHKFYILCYSLV5aJJi7SY873ZxMFpNqXyYlDcohF3M28OaH7gp5sddgbg4InGS2RxRI893c/w470-h640/Follies1924-11Image%200030%20illo%20Carnahan.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've got more W.B.C. Follies material share and ruminations on the evolution of the magazine but think looking at the first three issues of Carnahan appearances is a nice stopping point. I'd stress that though I'm focusing on a single artist in a some of these Carnahan posts I'll be doing that there is all sorts of neat material in these issues, go ahead and thumb through 'em and see what there is to see :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm feeling happy about the trajectory of my Carnahan project here and realize there's still so much ahead to get to. Still, I'm gonna be mixing up the subject matter here in a couple of posts going forward. I've been scanning so many neat magazines and have so many ongoing and newfound investigations. Like this rooster, I believe the next couple posts will be on some recent discoveries, and I'll write about some new subjects while I do some further edits behind the scenes regarding Mr. Carnahan. (From the first issue of Frank Armer's Whoopee! April 1929):</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUacz0BdJpNtIq5e3WD4nHde1601w7DxGb2iqt4Dp1WQ-DSI9LDk-MWRTFi20no8d3XwW_Jg4YhqYdrrhyphenhypheno3X0-CjdvSZ7Ephhp9pDvbKPCuObJql0vC9f8cF6lpNsvPczI6llTrdzX0eEjPqaVMQO-gVe0VKZluklpiVdB-vH0-VfgMS-ubgODe6pNSg/s1198/Whoopee1929-04p12.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="424" data-original-width="1198" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUacz0BdJpNtIq5e3WD4nHde1601w7DxGb2iqt4Dp1WQ-DSI9LDk-MWRTFi20no8d3XwW_Jg4YhqYdrrhyphenhypheno3X0-CjdvSZ7Ephhp9pDvbKPCuObJql0vC9f8cF6lpNsvPczI6llTrdzX0eEjPqaVMQO-gVe0VKZluklpiVdB-vH0-VfgMS-ubgODe6pNSg/w400-h141/Whoopee1929-04p12.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><br />darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-16499572569445484972024-03-02T12:32:00.000-08:002024-03-04T12:41:56.982-08:00Young Love at The Krazy Kat / Worth B. Carnahan, Pt. 6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0V4-m1iideu73a5yf6eHhNx8EkWe5yudqGI7N1B3sS8SWBre0QP729uAri46jjGBeheLxj_G15vgtR_QBKLzHyLCRAVRlrncvTkLj5TYtsDvPubjomea_T8hSsEAxXULz7uzlDgblByrRBRXviSVd6work8xE22K4oHU-XPL6IVIwfJoJ3Mw7GsPK5k/s3682/Worth%20B.%20Carnahan%20at%20the%20Piano,%20date%20unknown.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2712" data-original-width="3682" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0V4-m1iideu73a5yf6eHhNx8EkWe5yudqGI7N1B3sS8SWBre0QP729uAri46jjGBeheLxj_G15vgtR_QBKLzHyLCRAVRlrncvTkLj5TYtsDvPubjomea_T8hSsEAxXULz7uzlDgblByrRBRXviSVd6work8xE22K4oHU-XPL6IVIwfJoJ3Mw7GsPK5k/w640-h472/Worth%20B.%20Carnahan%20at%20the%20Piano,%20date%20unknown.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Worth B. Carnahan tickles the ivories, cigarette in mouth, date unknown. Courtesy of Cynthia Carnahan.<br /></p><p>It's been too long since I've written here at Darwination Scans. My scanning and research work continues fruitfully and unabated, but I do apologize for the intermittent dispatches to the world at large here on my blog. I realize that knowledge confined to my own little bean is of no help or joy to others, so let's see if I can't rattle off a post a day here for a week or two.<br /></p><p>The above photo was sent to me by Worth B. Carnahan's youngest daughter, Cynthia, and has instantly become my favorite photo of the artist. I've done a series of articles on Carnahan (<a href="https://darwinscans.blogspot.com/search?q=worth+carnahan" target="_blank">five parts so far</a>) and have many more in store. A blog is a funny thing in that it unfolds over years - questions I've asked in old articles have been answered, and yet I look at old scans and come up with entirely new questions and curiosities from a more informed perspective. </p><p>Biography is a strange and intimate pursuit. Poking around in someone else's personal life and dramas can feel like interloping, but these dramas inform who we are. We come to understand more about artists and authors when we learn about their trials in life, even if the greatest understanding comes simply and directly from the art itself. Most biography is laid out sequentially with a beginning, a middle, and an end, just like our lives. As what you might call a periodical archeologist, my own scans and writings are never so linear. </p><p>Today, though, we start at the beginning - or something like the beginning - with my favorite Worth B. Carnahan story, a tale of star-crossed love in the jazz age, propriety and impropriety, and escape from family bonds. I've learned so much this past year corresponding with Cynthia (and have scanned a trove of photos, art, comics and magazines and associated production material she has graciously shared with us that will get posted here and at the Digital Comics Museum), but the most illuminating bits about Worth's early life and career as a magazine artist come from a letter he wrote to his first daughter, Patricia, January 8th, 1950. Worth is writing pretty much to tell the facts about his marriage to Patricia's mother and to describe their courtship.</p><p>He begins, "It was July 1919 when I got back from overseas duty in the First World War. Like a lot of other veterans, I was restless and sort of at loose ends." And, indeed, there's pretty much no doubt that the experiences of World War I primed society for the revolution in morals that was to come in the 20s. Tossing young men into the meat grinder and then returning them to polite society is discombobulating in any era, but in the 20s it particularly seemed to spell that the old way of doing things hadn't worked, that you might die tomorrow, so you ought live today. Even before the war, Worth was restless. Groomed to be an assistant in his father's manufacturing enterprises, Worth shortly attended Georgetown to study electrical engineering. His daughter, Patricia, in <a href="https://archive.org/details/the-sketch-pad-of-kappa-pi-1964-fall-darwin-ia" target="_blank">the Fall 1964 edition of The Sketchpad of Kappa Pi</a>, would say, " but in rather dramatic fashion...in the artistic tradition, my father rebelled against being forced into an engineering career, joined the army and went off to France in World War I." David Saunders' pulp wiki has it as "On November 30, 1918, during the Great War, he was selected for military
service in the Army. He was recorded at the time of his recruitment to
be tall, slender, with gray eyes and light brown hair." Volunteered or drafted, no matter, as he was in the Army now. By his army days, he's already showing artistic talent:<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiin5hMMyWVVjCOz9TixRwdVWdGwy-RTkeHMouyVkqlfV3krjwQ2stR3zaEPjl_YUxgo4EzORqLvKPbm06bxjL-PlLnD_GPl31QGAkQq7fcqCcUqatSLXCr-D_SeoyqD-lWQdqQicFvNroXszPqxmePV55whGD4BzTjGr5Etj3BwULZCS5beqlO9bx8ZZw/s4000/Worth%20B.%20Carnahan%20-%20Self%20Portrait%20WWI%20(photo%20by%20Cynthia,%20edited).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiin5hMMyWVVjCOz9TixRwdVWdGwy-RTkeHMouyVkqlfV3krjwQ2stR3zaEPjl_YUxgo4EzORqLvKPbm06bxjL-PlLnD_GPl31QGAkQq7fcqCcUqatSLXCr-D_SeoyqD-lWQdqQicFvNroXszPqxmePV55whGD4BzTjGr5Etj3BwULZCS5beqlO9bx8ZZw/w480-h640/Worth%20B.%20Carnahan%20-%20Self%20Portrait%20WWI%20(photo%20by%20Cynthia,%20edited).jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p>Self-portrait, Worth B. Carnahan, date unknown. Photo by Cynthia Carnahan.</p><p>Worth's service was short-lived, as he would fall ill with the flu in France, but he would be a lifelong member of veteran's groups. I do not know if Worth first encountered magazines like La Vie Parisienne while overseas, but there's no doubt his magazine art was influenced by artists like Georges Leonnec. During WWII and after other ventures in the comic books, Carnahan contributed to Dell's War Stories, one of the better/more realistic wartime comics, as both writer and artist.</p><p>But back to a restless Carnahan circa 1920, returned from the war and then a short stint working as a mapmaker and draftsman for one of his father's ventures in Santo Domingo. I'm going to just give Worth the wheel here and let the man spin the tale himself, the first of a few extended excerpts from the 1950 letter I'll include in this post. I copy just as he has written:</p><p></p><blockquote style="text-align: left;">It was July 1919 when I got back. from overseas duty in the First World War. Like a lot of other veterans, I was restless and sort of at loose ends. My father was trying to re-establish his steel wheel business that the recent war had all but wiped out. For a time I helped him with setting up a new company and selling stock. I also rented a studio and tried to make the public believe I was an artist. That winter I became one of the charter members of a new Bohemian Club called the Krazy Kat with headquarters in an old converted barn up an alley near Thomas Circle. It was a rendezvous for artists, writers, diplomatic set and social climber and a goodly section of the college crowd. The place reeked with atmosphere (rustic benches, rickety tables pile high with dirty candle grease, walls and rafters covered with old fishing nets, foreign travel posters, framed and unframed canvases of would-be artists, and a few original cartoons by Herriman, the originator of the Krazy Kat cartoons) The one main attraction was a huge stone fireplace at one end of the center room. A roaring log fire and flickering candle-light was all the illumination - very romantic and intriguing as a setting. Waffles with coffee or hot chocolate were the only refreshments served (no liquor or intoxicated guests allowed) The place had a limited membership and a long waiting list. It was crowded every night.</blockquote>It hadn't occurred to me to look up the Krazy Kat on the internet until just now, but I'm delighted to find <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krazy_Kat_Klub" target="_blank">a wiki</a> on the club which links to the the owner of the space who would go on to fame in the jazz age as painter and set designer, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cleon_Throckmorton" target="_blank">Cleon Throckmorton</a>. The footnotes in the wiki point to a number of interesting articles on various topics that reference the club, and I'm including below some photos which set the scene from Library of Congress. No known photographs of the interior exist, so we'll have to intuit from Worth's description. I'll include the LOC's titles and descriptions.<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXg-4sdCSWeVOlj1sHeiLUkWE1JISLvQ2Ojyywkjvmjg2eKSNMjassaP0IMdS2J8mUtK4OFpuoVUX047VXjX_GOEhqheRbQjXDruRU-YbTR0e0CUPN3mGEzcKeqB7GaUoLIu2N-OUjjtefFRXal8xro7l2ZrZ4OJPAsgBgdVceh749L1LRlsuSTHdkeA/s5328/Krazy_Kat_LOC_npcc.04658.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4315" data-original-width="5328" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXg-4sdCSWeVOlj1sHeiLUkWE1JISLvQ2Ojyywkjvmjg2eKSNMjassaP0IMdS2J8mUtK4OFpuoVUX047VXjX_GOEhqheRbQjXDruRU-YbTR0e0CUPN3mGEzcKeqB7GaUoLIu2N-OUjjtefFRXal8xro7l2ZrZ4OJPAsgBgdVceh749L1LRlsuSTHdkeA/w640-h518/Krazy_Kat_LOC_npcc.04658.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span class="mw-mmv-title">Krazy Kat. Artist Cleon Throckmorton, his wife/model Katherine "Kat" Mullen, and friends at the back-alley entrance of the Krazy Kat speakeasy. This famous Jazz Age speakeasy was operated in Washington, D.C. during the Prohibition era.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOArFylievcmjXUbzxQTXx7FuIzDTlvCqy9uqhG_NABpm_gUcGVGYJk4hg__WtqVTM7951oyzP8fRpcAOFohQh-qrwA9yBWVwnm5Tu1_JgHSiqPKK2Iioh-8vgc7Zn_j1VX56cZLBXcL_0ln04Gj35P6Hb8HLDWrKfI2i6wrqVFWHtnTUFR_O2SKo1YB0/s5334/Krazy_Kat_LOC_npcc.04656.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4339" data-original-width="5334" height="520" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOArFylievcmjXUbzxQTXx7FuIzDTlvCqy9uqhG_NABpm_gUcGVGYJk4hg__WtqVTM7951oyzP8fRpcAOFohQh-qrwA9yBWVwnm5Tu1_JgHSiqPKK2Iioh-8vgc7Zn_j1VX56cZLBXcL_0ln04Gj35P6Hb8HLDWrKfI2i6wrqVFWHtnTUFR_O2SKo1YB0/w640-h520/Krazy_Kat_LOC_npcc.04656.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span class="mw-mmv-title">A model, likely Katherine "Kat" Mullen, poses for artist Cleon Throckmorton on the external premises of the Krazy Kat speakeasy. </span><p></p><p><span class="mw-mmv-title">-Art, high heels, stockings, and cigarettes. Bohemia at the dawn of the jazz age.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGdMGV5FzPtRGezRkdw5HZMoDF9QEGXH0k8g3bqNs2elkk60KTIpNkUXZyx5sF-XKpfTL7oKmGFpkon6dMEq5xCtE0yj1BAAZT17Ws5TUuMGJP-HnaYd0Eo9OAoCTqJZytURoGALoPZaH0sxI4ThghhrDkVtBZs318M2A-TCKTZwHU5gglH-cm7bjJ8r8/s5346/Krazy_Kat_LOC_npcc.04659.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4345" data-original-width="5346" height="520" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGdMGV5FzPtRGezRkdw5HZMoDF9QEGXH0k8g3bqNs2elkk60KTIpNkUXZyx5sF-XKpfTL7oKmGFpkon6dMEq5xCtE0yj1BAAZT17Ws5TUuMGJP-HnaYd0Eo9OAoCTqJZytURoGALoPZaH0sxI4ThghhrDkVtBZs318M2A-TCKTZwHU5gglH-cm7bjJ8r8/w640-h520/Krazy_Kat_LOC_npcc.04659.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Artist Cleon Throckmorton, his wife Katherine "Kat" Mullen, and several friends enjoy refreshments in the external treehouse of the Krazy Kat speakeasy.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDXNe6uOxnPiiTnl_267ymcGg9wP9aFfX85nTKV2cRmJVj9D4RFns6aX1HWMw9OOqm9qnsepYAuek4ez3R9OnxFDbj7ejHegpYcwzmIOqiGznz_EcSedwJXUZtvkrUhzbC-doQXoUTufYqotSHIxRRX2WVAnCGy9JaQ-rEWz1-C_GTm7zvrMN4QMy4qP4/s6037/Krazy_Kat,_7-15-21_LCCN2016845559.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4359" data-original-width="6037" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDXNe6uOxnPiiTnl_267ymcGg9wP9aFfX85nTKV2cRmJVj9D4RFns6aX1HWMw9OOqm9qnsepYAuek4ez3R9OnxFDbj7ejHegpYcwzmIOqiGznz_EcSedwJXUZtvkrUhzbC-doQXoUTufYqotSHIxRRX2WVAnCGy9JaQ-rEWz1-C_GTm7zvrMN4QMy4qP4/w640-h462/Krazy_Kat,_7-15-21_LCCN2016845559.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>-I include this second but similar image to show the overflowing candle with wax dripping about that Worth describes and to show a name carved into the table. I assume that's a water jug, as it might be a little big for the ol' moonshine-</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZgxHJ5jOF_CFFdXQ085nYO434aZplp87D6O7vuDIr9RZpkXxc2g08-tyRynT-s70wCULnoKuS5h8R6EOEia3PXzPLCV79PCRysbcZHKDvJDArYXsVx301hPBYwT_xNBISOku8648JUUJV9ZQPj7ZC2YjJoFWjdv_oKcPSPSuQP6kpeqEseLHBcyYKXg/s6091/Krazy_Kat,_7-15-21_LCCN2016845558.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6091" data-original-width="4402" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZgxHJ5jOF_CFFdXQ085nYO434aZplp87D6O7vuDIr9RZpkXxc2g08-tyRynT-s70wCULnoKuS5h8R6EOEia3PXzPLCV79PCRysbcZHKDvJDArYXsVx301hPBYwT_xNBISOku8648JUUJV9ZQPj7ZC2YjJoFWjdv_oKcPSPSuQP6kpeqEseLHBcyYKXg/w462-h640/Krazy_Kat,_7-15-21_LCCN2016845558.jpg" width="462" /></a></div>A waiter ascends a ladder to serve patrons in the external treehouse of the Krazy Kat speakeasy.<p></p><p>-This looks like a difficult climb with a tray of hot chocolate, but these were adventurous souls, after all. We can get just a glimpse of the small, dark club within where our tale continues.</p><p>Carnahan writes:</p><p></p><blockquote><p style="text-align: left;">One night somebody brought a very cute, vivacious young lady to the Kat who, in my own estimation, made all of the other girls fade out of the picture. She came often after that but was always so well escorted and surrounded by admiring and jealous males that all I could do was worship her from afar. About that time dancing was added to the Kat's attractions. Whereas we had to rely upon guests bringing in ukes, guitars or some other sort of musical instrument with which to entertain, we had at last purchased a piano for the joint (an antique massive square affair that cost just ten bucks plus cartage) I was one of those elected to hammer the ivories while the "customers" cuddled and pushed each other about over the rough floor in the center of the room (a space about ten by ten) I didn't mind. I could stand it if the cash customers could.</p><p style="text-align: left;">In a way it was a break for me. The popular Miss Genevieve Gould began to notice me and even came over to the piano, on occasions, and asked me to play her favorite pieces. One happy evening her obnoxiously attentive escort got into a fight with another fellow and it was my pleasant duty to assist in throwing them both out. That left Genevieve without a "date" and, inasmuch as she was not at all ready to go home, there was but one thing to do. I did it. I beat the other wolves to the punch and elected myself as her protector. Someone else played the piano, Vieve and I danced, drank coffee and finally departed for an all too short walk home. I learned that she was seventeen and that her mother ran a boarding house over on M Street. I was also informed that her mother was quite an old tyrant and objected to her daughter frequenting the Krazy Kat or dating any of that crowd. Upon the young lady's urgent request I lefter her half a block from home to in order to avoid a scene with the irate mother who would certainly be waiting up for her. Well, that was the beginning. From then on we saw more and more of each other. I did meet Mrs. Gould sometime later and, as to be expected, she thoroughly disapproved of me and forbade her darling daughter to have anything more to do with me. I was just a penniless, no-good-artist-fellow and no asset at all to the Gould establishment. That attitude, of course, was mamma's great mistake. Vieve and I met at every opportunity and soon found ourselves delightfully but hopelessly in love. <br /></p><p></p></blockquote><p>Genevieve's family history is complicated to say the least, and I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that if the "Gould establishment" found no value in adding a starving artist that Worth himself was taking on a whole hornet's nest of obstacles in young Genevieve's situation. Her mother had run off from Florida with Genevieve's father (a George Ernest Hart, who was possibly the fiancee of her older sister at the time) to Atlanta over the objection of her own family. There, George Hart abandoned Genevieve's mother, Buena, shortly after Genevieve's birth, and Genevieve was in turn abandoned at a Catholic home. Buena would move to D.C. and disguised her age and situation and married a much younger Chester King Gould whose own family hoped marriage might cure a black sheep of his wild ways. After learning that Buena had a daughter, Chester insisted Genevieve be sent for. By the time Genevieve was in her mid teens, Chester seemed to develop unhealthy interest in his own stepdaughter, so Buena hastily arranged a marriage for Genevieve to a soldier with the last name of Rogers (and son of a wealthy family) about to head overseas when she was only fifteen years old. Worth would only learn of this previous (and still legally binding) marriage after the two were in love.</p><p>In order to get her marriage annulled, Genevieve had to establish residency in Virginia (that had "lax" divorce laws at the time, allowing for a marriage to be ended on terms of abandonment) which meant the young lovers were paying rent in two cities. </p><p>I'll quote once more extensively from Worth's letter from 1950 where we learn how love and marriage would finally prevail over family and financial obstacles and a young Carnahan would gain valuable experience in the engraving field with a "fake it until you make it" sort of scheme:</p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><p>It took all the money both of us could scrape together to swing that deal, the six month residence and the final divorce action but it went through and Vieve was free, taking her maiden name of Genevieve Walton Hart. Of course there was still a waiting period before either party could marry again so we were still in a stew. To add to the upset, I had scraped bottom in Washington as far as raising any money was concerned and I was practically forced to get out of town. My father had been begging me for months to come up to Bridgeport and help him but, of course, I just couldn't leave Washington. Well, I finally had to accept his offer and departed for Connecticut much to Vieve's despair. Dad was about to get his wheel business actually started (had a factory and everything) and he wanted me to work on an extensive advertising campaign. He put me on the pay-roll and I sent most of my money to Washington.</p><p>...</p><p>Things were at sort of low tide when Vieve wrote me that her folks were moving to Dallas, Texas and wanted to taker her with them (she had made up a bit with her mother after I left town although she was still living alone). She refused to be left stranded in Washington by both her folks and myself so there was only one thing to do. I invited her to come to visit my folks for awhile until we were able to get married. She packed up and came right away but my mother threw a monkey-wrench into the works by getting her back up and refusing to have anything to do with Vieve (she never liked my "affair" having had her own choice for a daughter-in-law for some time). I met Vieve at the station and took her to a hotel in a shower of tears at the way my folks were treating her. I was plenty sore and told of the whole Carnahan aggregation. So there I was broke, no job, a fiancee on my hands and out on a limb for fair. A block away from the hotel was the Park City Engraving Company and I thought I might land something there although I had never been in the place. It was worth a try, anyhow. Luck was with me and I talked myself into a job as "art director" over two other artists (both of whom knew more about art and retouching than I did). My salary was to be fifty dollars a week and I was to report for work on Monday (this was on a Saturday morning with a long bleak week-end staring me in the face). My new "boss" seemed like a pretty good egg so I got up nerve enough to ask him for a week's salary in advance. He was actually shocked at my audacity and asked me why I was in such drastic need of money. When I told him I wanted to get married he all but collapsed but, for some strange reason, let me have the cash. (Later he told me it was the best fifty he had ever invested) and he and his wife went with Vieve and me to the county seat (Trumbull, Conn.) where Judge Beach performed the ceremony. That was September 22nd, 1922 in a heavy downpour of rain. Vieve and I stayed at the hotel for a few days until we found a small furnished apartment. I got along fine with my job right away from the start and soon got a raise (learning all the time from the other fellows without exposing my ignorance to them) For two years we lived in Bridgeport and was beginning to think of myself as a pretty good artist and retoucher. We had saved some money and Vieve wanted to go to New York. I had visions of getting into the "big time" and really making some important money. By this time we had made up with my folks and Vieve was quite friendly with mother and my sisters (we had lived in the same town for nearly a year, though, before the Carnahans would even speak to us) Well, my boss hated to see me go but said that he wouldn't stand in my way to success. He gave me a send-off and a bonus and away Vieve and I went to the "Big City."</p></blockquote></div><blockquote><p></p></blockquote><p> </p><p>If love isn't hard enough to make work in this mean old world in the
first place, it's amazing how hard some of the old-fashioned ideas and
hypocrisies made it back when. I find the tale of Worth and Genevieve's
courtship, trials, and eventual marriage incredibly romantic - a love-conquers-all affair. <br /></p><p>Sally Carnahan Lewis, Worth's second daughter with Genevieve (still alive and kicking and turning 95 this week out in California!), recently saw some of Worth's art in <a href="https://darwinscans.blogspot.com/2014/05/spice-o-life-v01n01-april-1926-worth.html" target="_blank">Spice O' Life from 1926</a> and remarked that some of the illustrations look just like her mother. Here's Genevieve in an undated photo courtesy of Cynthia Carnahan dressed in wonderful 20s fashions:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZcn36HSELZWHwguvbHHCAdwf-qZ9dbMyKTV3L-69BHpLN6JW_abBfPWyOkMdkudi3ViL45W5XJI_2CzvOmHpYxf5NpFeZeu4AnqiJGz5zvBjzLNXqv9Vj3OTooXiGchG7j4-G_QxuJ_9T68xUIQaNxgSgDk0vdnHASX402Bc0rbLY1Jn68xvqNauVz0/s1200/Genevieve%20Carnahan%20via%20Cynthia's%20Niece.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="685" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZcn36HSELZWHwguvbHHCAdwf-qZ9dbMyKTV3L-69BHpLN6JW_abBfPWyOkMdkudi3ViL45W5XJI_2CzvOmHpYxf5NpFeZeu4AnqiJGz5zvBjzLNXqv9Vj3OTooXiGchG7j4-G_QxuJ_9T68xUIQaNxgSgDk0vdnHASX402Bc0rbLY1Jn68xvqNauVz0/w366-h640/Genevieve%20Carnahan%20via%20Cynthia's%20Niece.jpeg" width="366" /></a></div><p>and here's the piece that Sally remarked looks like her mother:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbh5iWjDst2ArcL7CVGYq1KarSPwM5oKsVmomTWi5kwsQXE0E8YB6b4-Bm2CdjslgRcRckRGy4qCC9sHs6-ZBf-4Owzt4DWnDx0GEs3h1s1a-GpsjZmqa8F3GF__Rh9khLLEMIojX42jKbq3DSJKNoLXHHJAHL36VOuYLgsOEuCQp8BGHY_KXWwBmc0K8/s700/Spice%20O%20Life1926-04p%20019%20possibly%20modeled%20by%20Genevieve%20Carnahan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="491" data-original-width="700" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbh5iWjDst2ArcL7CVGYq1KarSPwM5oKsVmomTWi5kwsQXE0E8YB6b4-Bm2CdjslgRcRckRGy4qCC9sHs6-ZBf-4Owzt4DWnDx0GEs3h1s1a-GpsjZmqa8F3GF__Rh9khLLEMIojX42jKbq3DSJKNoLXHHJAHL36VOuYLgsOEuCQp8BGHY_KXWwBmc0K8/w640-h448/Spice%20O%20Life1926-04p%20019%20possibly%20modeled%20by%20Genevieve%20Carnahan.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>It's pretty amazing when lost histories come into focus and the dramas of yesteryear resurface. Worth and Genevieve's life in the New York "big time" would involve challenge and tragedy but also incredible experiences rubbing elbows with the artists and celebrities of the day. And, oh, yes, some magnificent magazine art - which I'll focus on in my next post in this series on Worth B. Carnahan, Carnahan's Early Follies.</p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-3056310454614531752023-12-09T12:41:00.000-08:002023-12-09T12:49:18.145-08:00William Ekgren's Cosmic Psychadelia, St. John Comics, and Girl Playing Piano<p>A quick and unplanned post today of a few cover restorations I've done this week along with discoveries (of another historian's discoveries) I've made along the way -</p><p>Last weekend, I noticed a colorful if low grade copy of Weird Horrors #7 from 1952 for sale at Heritage Auctions. I can never afford books at the high end auction sites, but I do like to look at them, and I was instantly reminded at having been struck by Ekgren's covers for St. John when I first encountered them fifteen years ago. They are so out of place on a comic cover and so intricately wild that comics enthusiasts and art lovers alike stare in wonder. I took the opportunity to "restore" the auction image and went ahead and found images to work for his other two comics covers.</p><p>Weird Horrors #7, April 1953</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18dTdh5a4MPpkPSq1YzzU_x_80pTwfb93Ux-NcHeLQE8hnHa3xRuBiLQ1B_Mk3Gh7axo5U4eDAARRtr2u5NX8N-YBadFtUzpFPPKjS__w-is-XZoSZLEdLx_0MBKRnV-tB5lbKLkWJKCzfp0WkStrMR-HIK3-V_XVOWKMYkuBukqCqcd0P-Crec1HIVk/s2367/Weird%20Horrors%2007%20(1953-04.St.%20John)%20cover%20William%20Ekgren%20(HA%20Darwin%20Edit).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2367" data-original-width="1616" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18dTdh5a4MPpkPSq1YzzU_x_80pTwfb93Ux-NcHeLQE8hnHa3xRuBiLQ1B_Mk3Gh7axo5U4eDAARRtr2u5NX8N-YBadFtUzpFPPKjS__w-is-XZoSZLEdLx_0MBKRnV-tB5lbKLkWJKCzfp0WkStrMR-HIK3-V_XVOWKMYkuBukqCqcd0P-Crec1HIVk/w436-h640/Weird%20Horrors%2007%20(1953-04.St.%20John)%20cover%20William%20Ekgren%20(HA%20Darwin%20Edit).jpg" width="436" /></a></div><p></p><p>Strange Terrors, November 1952</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheLKBTHuAS6DQCTANWJL_0fC3fDw-4JYi9_LqOcEGZ7qq8BGs01mA32iQmQvbdTIvXU_IoPUmj8nNh-SWZgHchGSSJixwWoZA3y9iKiMQKlM5Bxx0dlD9mxSMeeylzZigFwjHSTkvL8rTVpKBouoYuvoqy7AEa2KLWK-CI-xaplh1wQ_owGXPJlk1luho/s2003/Strange%20Terrors%2004%20(1952-11.St.%20John)%20cover%20William%20Ekgren%20(HA%20Darwin%20Edit).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2003" data-original-width="1402" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheLKBTHuAS6DQCTANWJL_0fC3fDw-4JYi9_LqOcEGZ7qq8BGs01mA32iQmQvbdTIvXU_IoPUmj8nNh-SWZgHchGSSJixwWoZA3y9iKiMQKlM5Bxx0dlD9mxSMeeylzZigFwjHSTkvL8rTVpKBouoYuvoqy7AEa2KLWK-CI-xaplh1wQ_owGXPJlk1luho/w448-h640/Strange%20Terrors%2004%20(1952-11.St.%20John)%20cover%20William%20Ekgren%20(HA%20Darwin%20Edit).jpg" width="448" /></a></div><br /> Weird Horrors #6, February 1953<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWsfOXSDXLH_60qs6xINGf0BKIUtKPHz2fUD55C3x8eRvRm0vh51Yq-yUDS6CT9BVfKEjbu6oeFJAnpUXDiVxZgceVEKtqXPuRhKRDE_iuAQL7ecs8LJwOWv3mVW3Ok5m2K8-ipMXma7vsWuXhJfsl2M27ZnJNlXwvxDr78Q-GHrv_XHykE-tmYzDirM/s2371/Weird%20Horrors%2006%20(1953-02.St.%20John)%20cover%20William%20Ekgren%20(HA%20Darwin%20Edit).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2371" data-original-width="1608" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWsfOXSDXLH_60qs6xINGf0BKIUtKPHz2fUD55C3x8eRvRm0vh51Yq-yUDS6CT9BVfKEjbu6oeFJAnpUXDiVxZgceVEKtqXPuRhKRDE_iuAQL7ecs8LJwOWv3mVW3Ok5m2K8-ipMXma7vsWuXhJfsl2M27ZnJNlXwvxDr78Q-GHrv_XHykE-tmYzDirM/w434-h640/Weird%20Horrors%2006%20(1953-02.St.%20John)%20cover%20William%20Ekgren%20(HA%20Darwin%20Edit).jpg" width="434" /></a></div><p></p><p>The detailed linework in every inch, the exploding colors, and the mystic wonder and horror make these comic covers unique (the closest contemporary work would be from L.B. Cole whose covers I've also been working on in a gallery <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/albums/72177720307794063/" target="_blank">here</a>).</p><p>When I first encountered Ekgren, I'd read Ken Quattro's sidebar in Alter Ego #77, "Who is WILLIAM EKGREN?" in which he shares his wonder at these covers and describes his intense curiosity at just what the fuck is going on here with these three amazing covers on the St. John comics. Quattro finds the Larsens, a family, who knew him in New York in the 50s and finds some paintings the family has along with some basic biography.</p><p>What I hadn't seen until this week is the amazing follow-up on Ken's blog from back in 2010, <a href="http://thecomicsdetective.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-from-william-ekgren.html" target="_blank">A Letter from William Ekgren</a>. In this absolutely fabulous post (and all this being a great piece of unfolding comics history), Ekgren, amazingly still alive after all those years, reaches out and shares the story of how these paintings became comics covers:<br /><br /><i>“One day in the Spring of 1952--at the Greenwich Village Outdoor Art
Show--three men and a woman were murmuring between themselves looking at
one of my paintings…after less than 5 minutes they had bought the
publication right to it--for 100 dollars. After a week they gave me the
painting back so that I could sell it again…the same procedure came
about at the next Outdoor Show (and then the next after that)…the same
persons coming back, acting in an almost impolite way and paying 100
dollars for each picture. The editor’s name was Archer St. John (one of
the four).”</i></p><p>Marion McDermott (the woman here and<i> </i>Editor at St. John) and Archer had bought these paintings off the street. <i> </i>Quattro also manages to ask him about rumors of schizophrenia which those who have looked long at these images will understand. My man was seeing things differently. Psychedelic is an adjective that gets used, and those who've experimented with substances such as LSD might know there are different realms of perception that might influence art like this. Ekgren responds:</p><p><i>“About that and that: yes, of course, I’m schizophrenic, thus being
more nutty than a fine fruitcake. But thus far I’ve been able to handle
this “mental thing” rather nicely, by using ingredients, as well as
wholeness, as basic measures giving informative vividness and strength
to all my creative activities.”</i> <br /></p><p>Fuel for his art. </p><p>But maybe the coolest find for me in this new look at Ekgren is a piece I discovered that sold at Heritage in 2007, Girl Playing Piano</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmDxbjg9pAmbvDosSANLI9URlgb_k8OkW4WDeGkgRDFJVHP1HyX6_9QmpZ-W9CVpSaSDy2yuTYsJavjuw7Hsl8J09OK7P8MxN8gcjex6P3F_mkBNcIAnr5BqxiTrJwmH_7TJcWVW6W7CD3Hxp0ZREWx8wLImpgYIFqvCUCXEGTIuJJEfbYfqdLkcpqs-A/s2799/Girl%20Playing%20Piano%20original%20illustration%20art%20William%20Elkgren%20(1950)%20(HA).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2799" data-original-width="2040" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmDxbjg9pAmbvDosSANLI9URlgb_k8OkW4WDeGkgRDFJVHP1HyX6_9QmpZ-W9CVpSaSDy2yuTYsJavjuw7Hsl8J09OK7P8MxN8gcjex6P3F_mkBNcIAnr5BqxiTrJwmH_7TJcWVW6W7CD3Hxp0ZREWx8wLImpgYIFqvCUCXEGTIuJJEfbYfqdLkcpqs-A/w466-h640/Girl%20Playing%20Piano%20original%20illustration%20art%20William%20Elkgren%20(1950)%20(HA).jpg" width="466" /></a></div> <p></p><p>This piece was sold by someone who had known Ekgren in the early 50s and is very likely contemporary to his comics work. Absolutely stunning and alive with colorful energy. Girl on fire, Woo! </p><p>Along with the painting, the seller offered two pictures of Ekgren at work. Art in the streets, we need more of that - what neat photos.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgTA279B-8tVgr34-Ae3tO3CZ2jh6SXlST8pxyMtNJFrTyYJv_ez9qQp2SC1IBLo_E4IjRV4KjhFgswCZYjibtTEEMjnXUM2iu1mUW62MMHi-I1bVhN-Q6yiuOcAsaowSRXo5rki4eQUJRKBWezqCRnmcRuaS-k7t00QgKMCGiBkl4bInNa2XlqXT9btA/s1736/Possible%20William%20Ekgren%20photo%201.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1183" data-original-width="1736" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgTA279B-8tVgr34-Ae3tO3CZ2jh6SXlST8pxyMtNJFrTyYJv_ez9qQp2SC1IBLo_E4IjRV4KjhFgswCZYjibtTEEMjnXUM2iu1mUW62MMHi-I1bVhN-Q6yiuOcAsaowSRXo5rki4eQUJRKBWezqCRnmcRuaS-k7t00QgKMCGiBkl4bInNa2XlqXT9btA/w640-h436/Possible%20William%20Ekgren%20photo%201.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjunUQAqcnd7RT_Pa9DdHmn9egv3x3duJyY_kjBh2xEM9SHRu4-_0XM8CxtxBfN3muvmRANZKk8vuXyJCFWhkzzbw1G-1tQGDe_AHTE-Mz5IYcc99ND94MM5u34yjyMDUhEpTeUscJ3egOwFJnZZx1NL0eikU60tyJ5PV9zOIcyI_eOneChoh6NUi_Tjxg/s2902/Possible%20William%20Ekgren%20photo%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1960" data-original-width="2902" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjunUQAqcnd7RT_Pa9DdHmn9egv3x3duJyY_kjBh2xEM9SHRu4-_0XM8CxtxBfN3muvmRANZKk8vuXyJCFWhkzzbw1G-1tQGDe_AHTE-Mz5IYcc99ND94MM5u34yjyMDUhEpTeUscJ3egOwFJnZZx1NL0eikU60tyJ5PV9zOIcyI_eOneChoh6NUi_Tjxg/w640-h432/Possible%20William%20Ekgren%20photo%202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p> </p><p>Big, zoomable images of all of these can be seen a Flickr gallery for William Ekgren <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/albums/72177720313230170" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /></p><p><br /></p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-26079774441627134622023-11-29T14:32:00.000-08:002023-12-06T11:08:51.418-08:00Renovation: Ballyhoo, February 1934 - Mae West Number / More Ballyhoo / Ballyhoo Explosion<p><span style="background-color: #444444;"><u><span style="background-color: #e06666;"> EDIT: I've been looking at this magazine a little more closely lately and have been gathering existing scans of issues as well as scanning some new ones. Yoc over at the <a href="https://digitalcomicmuseum.com/" target="_blank">Digital Comics Museum</a> informed me he wanted to put up <a href="https://digitalcomicmuseum.com/index.php?cid=1319" target="_blank">a section for Ballyhoo</a> and link my blog, so I'm taking the opportunity to get new links and images up for a post in need of repair. After the refurbished post, I'll add just a couple insights and some new issues.</span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"></span></u></span></p><p>An issue of a classic American magazine up for your enjoyment, Ballyhoo!<br />
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4gxBi3G9NyDZOLCI4HhyphenhyphenFh26zC7R1Z9JjxZmCaIDbpAKsMlp0iKl6qxuvt7o1MLgYuqWqq5jeqNVWgR3zTTeoVMwQ8WjYdCKKQDw-AZji0ZV034TvxaTQn99FeYAaURuKq5cpGeAjPb9YpFNZRJ9LJldJyfEVbR43f1CTTJPYxyL5kG5-lGA-Ml2Sz6U/s2237/Ballyhoo1934-02p01%20edit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2237" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4gxBi3G9NyDZOLCI4HhyphenhyphenFh26zC7R1Z9JjxZmCaIDbpAKsMlp0iKl6qxuvt7o1MLgYuqWqq5jeqNVWgR3zTTeoVMwQ8WjYdCKKQDw-AZji0ZV034TvxaTQn99FeYAaURuKq5cpGeAjPb9YpFNZRJ9LJldJyfEVbR43f1CTTJPYxyL5kG5-lGA-Ml2Sz6U/w476-h640/Ballyhoo1934-02p01%20edit.jpg" width="476" /></a> </div><p></p><p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/52817962166" target="_blank">at Flickr</a></p><p>Ballyhoo v06n01 (1934-02.Dell)(Darwination-McCoy).cbr<br /> </p><p>Get the cover to cover scan <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/91ynz608ibxs8l7/Ballyhoo_v06n01_%25281934-02.Dell%2529%2528Darwination-McCoy%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank"><b>here</b></a>.</p><p>At the Internet Archive <a href="https://archive.org/details/ballyhoo-v-06n-01-1934-02.-dell-darwination-mc-coy-ia" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Scan edits for the issue from the one and only McCoy.<br /> </p><p>Ballyhoo was the brainchild of editor Norman Anthony who had pitched the
idea to George Delacorte at Dell for a magazine without sponsors,
indeed for a magazine that that lampooned Madison avenue and the
burgeoning advertising industry. Anthony had been in humor magazines
for years and is remembered for always wanting to push the envelope.
He'd been an editor for Judge but felt that there was too much pressure
from advertisers about propriety. In his short run as editor for Life,
he radically altered the magazine, discarding much of the traditional
content. With Ballyhoo, he finally got the chance to really change the
mold of the American humor magazine<br />
<br />
<a href="https://time.com/vault/issue/1931-05-11/page/60/" target="_blank"><b>Here</b></a>
is an article in Time from May 11, 1931, in which Delacorte expresses
his reservations about the "freshness" of the magazine (Anthony
supposedly tried to have some of the initial issue's 150,000 copy
pressing wrapped in cellophane, but I'm unsure if any issues were
actually shipped this way). Delacorte's reservations quickly
evaporated, I'm sure, as the first copy sold out quickly. The magazine
was a complete success, exploding in popularity. Theodore Peterson's
excellent 1964 book, <span style="font-style: italic;">Magazines in the Twentieth Century</span>,
says, "Although the circulation figures are unreliable, the first issue
of 150,000 copies was said to have sold out in five days; the second
issue sold 450,000 copies, the third 675,000, and the fourth more than
1,000,000. In a few months circulation exceeded 2,000,000." Within a
couple years, the circulation would drop back down to about 300,000, but
it's 2 million plus circulation mark would not be passed until the 40s
with Life and Woman's Day. Advertisers soon pleaded for page space and
ads were introduced. It says something that at times it can be
difficult to tell between the real and the parody...<br />
<br />
The rocketing onto the scene of this magazine seems unique in that it
begat a whole craze. Mimicking the readily identifiable patchwork
colors of the cover design, clothing makers rushed out dresses, ties,
scarves, etc. with the Ballyhoo theme. A book from Simon and Schuster,
greeting cards, games, songs and more were produced on the theme, and
Anthony even wrote a musical show titled Ballyhoo (which introduced a
youn Bob Hope to the stage). A neat piece of trivia for you pinball
fans like me out there, the first pinball game had a Ballyhoo theme.
You can see it <a href=" http://spyhunter007.com/the_history_of_pinball.htm " target="_blank"><b>here</b></a>
if you scroll half way down the screen. I can't tell for sure, but it
looks like the Bally game company stuck with half of the name of this
first machine. And all this talk of faddishness and cultural saturation
leads nicely into our covergirl or cover woman, rather, as labeling Mae
West as anything but just won't do.<br />
<br />
A few nice pics of West, my kind of gal. This first one (a pic of Mae
on trial for obscenity for her Broadway show "Sex" in 1927) is taken
from a <a href=" http://lolitasclassics.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-done-him-wrong-1933.html " target="_blank"><b>nice review of She Done Him Wrong (1933) over at Lolita's classics</b></a>
(she's also got a review of I'm No Angel also from the year previous
the publication of this Mae West issue). The other two, more in a
pin-up vein - Mae West had curves in all those places flappers didn't.<br />
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was just everywhere. Her up-front sexuality and disarming wit took the
nation by storm and single-handedly had decency groups up-in-arms. And
like most fads, perhaps seeing Mae everywhere did get tiresome. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdAWPCCLPY9rpfZxA8KLcyz8GQP5Dy4r3tlaR711fLGWlhX0pryMfbWAAnseNhv1RNB9FsxgRxxpl6bnU3FeuLaf_-tcvmwfn_tCGTJGMJC18pOgZI73sxMMNSgfEWdJs1kvKSHP5tSOh3d0J8Uv977udEK-U0gOjAFfocGscByELI3ICUmifefqIvFWY/s2918/Ballyhoo1934-02p16.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2918" data-original-width="2066" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdAWPCCLPY9rpfZxA8KLcyz8GQP5Dy4r3tlaR711fLGWlhX0pryMfbWAAnseNhv1RNB9FsxgRxxpl6bnU3FeuLaf_-tcvmwfn_tCGTJGMJC18pOgZI73sxMMNSgfEWdJs1kvKSHP5tSOh3d0J8Uv977udEK-U0gOjAFfocGscByELI3ICUmifefqIvFWY/w454-h640/Ballyhoo1934-02p16.jpg" width="454" /></a></div><p>On the other hand, what's not to like? The gag men bust out the breast
jokes en masse for this issue, bawdy humor being a specialty of
Ballyhoo . The crude audacity of Ballyhoo is a great surprise, but I
think it's done with such a wink and a smile that they were able to get
away with much more than other magazines might have. <br />
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Steady, men, steady.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdq_-PAuxLF6ITScB29UrbYnsB929seQ4Pwhyphenhyphen4i20q-uSg8NvfPWUV5yrv2pxZ2pfe09U0R_8bMlxo1n4ZWj8aQ40WWWBway42R7X8vu_QG5QHsMnx6GHeNkv2DJe3262Jjn1Zg7HnLn7dYMPML5Jt_moVk7ngLlHZRBl1azpID9x28F6qw2zaouDMYTg/s2862/Ballyhoo1934-02p06.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2862" data-original-width="2066" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdq_-PAuxLF6ITScB29UrbYnsB929seQ4Pwhyphenhyphen4i20q-uSg8NvfPWUV5yrv2pxZ2pfe09U0R_8bMlxo1n4ZWj8aQ40WWWBway42R7X8vu_QG5QHsMnx6GHeNkv2DJe3262Jjn1Zg7HnLn7dYMPML5Jt_moVk7ngLlHZRBl1azpID9x28F6qw2zaouDMYTg/w462-h640/Ballyhoo1934-02p06.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><p>Oh my... <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7NRu2zPu64TrIvvGVcP_vga75D4mSK8lNYaON4OnUcttqiN5Uvf38XXFxRB_vHA84lgfJMWGMTdpiMbLQl5NRS7F9TPygm4moz3sJWdG8GZ8ya0IHPTmcFykVNccCiVdvRtgaOgJf09b2HibMg6ivPIzSBwXekzh5l8-Vwk-7qn446-c5gl0AZDTknTM/s2803/Ballyhoo1934-02p23.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2803" data-original-width="2066" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7NRu2zPu64TrIvvGVcP_vga75D4mSK8lNYaON4OnUcttqiN5Uvf38XXFxRB_vHA84lgfJMWGMTdpiMbLQl5NRS7F9TPygm4moz3sJWdG8GZ8ya0IHPTmcFykVNccCiVdvRtgaOgJf09b2HibMg6ivPIzSBwXekzh5l8-Vwk-7qn446-c5gl0AZDTknTM/w472-h640/Ballyhoo1934-02p23.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/52817964976" target="_blank">at Flickr</a><p></p><p>A hallmark Ballyhoo two page spread style of five toons with a big one in the center, notice the Minnie parody in the bottom left. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPVE1bQmlGHJnJxiluzaegmMtnOrUo5tJp2Of52MBCG84JaGv14hfSiDTVS1hSMR8NScpxXsfVieZQzWRplNE0kCO0McP4T8T2kcAW6KF42xwfvpygZGZi8Wt6L24FstxArATgWxbxqImO_J8mOzxdg_sr-Q30DPHf0vYSmrzCf65WhBQvVc5yoE7GQwE/s4132/Ballyhoo1934-02p08-09.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2778" data-original-width="4132" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPVE1bQmlGHJnJxiluzaegmMtnOrUo5tJp2Of52MBCG84JaGv14hfSiDTVS1hSMR8NScpxXsfVieZQzWRplNE0kCO0McP4T8T2kcAW6KF42xwfvpygZGZi8Wt6L24FstxArATgWxbxqImO_J8mOzxdg_sr-Q30DPHf0vYSmrzCf65WhBQvVc5yoE7GQwE/w640-h430/Ballyhoo1934-02p08-09.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ralph_Fuller" target="_blank">Ralph Fuller</a> causing a splash at the aquarium<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9RqSHNzU7h48-96vBhoD3fWZlFR4qQzmWqiqJI-_2BTxwgBcP_1Txco4dfFt2Z9Q63JP0pNvT-6QqkFbil3PEbOTsMS3rPHaCrG5IoU4ytERE9BUrQBZJkEkBA1H1rRHzj8PdUjoVFIqOI6vd_1gGnZjSScq6dmvf0fPBwh-J4Mc8hX8SzhZcwmqDOis/s2032/Ballyhoo1934-02p28.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1608" data-original-width="2032" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9RqSHNzU7h48-96vBhoD3fWZlFR4qQzmWqiqJI-_2BTxwgBcP_1Txco4dfFt2Z9Q63JP0pNvT-6QqkFbil3PEbOTsMS3rPHaCrG5IoU4ytERE9BUrQBZJkEkBA1H1rRHzj8PdUjoVFIqOI6vd_1gGnZjSScq6dmvf0fPBwh-J4Mc8hX8SzhZcwmqDOis/w640-h506/Ballyhoo1934-02p28.jpg" width="640" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The photo gags in here are pretty funny, and you can see how this magazine
might have influenced later pubs like Help! and National Lampoon. This
page takes aim at the haterz</div><p>
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</p><p></p><p></p><p>And also tonight, a bonus issue from the following month, March 1934 -
The Clean Number. Involving many plumber's jokes, a lost genre of dirty
joke? Russell Patterson cover.<br />
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</p><p></p><p></p><p>Ballyhoo v06n02 (1934-03. Dell)(D&M).cbr<br />
The scan's <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/47jkelwdkf3dmdu/Ballyhoo_v06n02_%25281934-03._Dell%2529%2528D%2526M%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p><a href="https://archive.org/details/ballyhoo-v-06n-02-1934-03.-dell-d-m" target="_blank">at the IA</a>.</p><p>Plumber's jokes as noted artists (Picasso, Brinkley, McCay) might do them: <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIyVjFeUsmYZtmQJMl3Z0zxHvtRj7Gb7FDaIcTwNZ5asL9txhBZoEwX3ze3KZgCse7NCIhTmG_pWqxp50XUUA0wfyg_ZU9Mr1TNwijoPbs1wgGTFQ5Hk67qBzpF7ysDVnvOS07ogOpUOocQRqUezgKO-J7rCLAn6FbVixiz3QVoOzFVXSYYLvyrC6X9uM/s2341/Ballyhoo1934-03img17.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2341" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIyVjFeUsmYZtmQJMl3Z0zxHvtRj7Gb7FDaIcTwNZ5asL9txhBZoEwX3ze3KZgCse7NCIhTmG_pWqxp50XUUA0wfyg_ZU9Mr1TNwijoPbs1wgGTFQ5Hk67qBzpF7ysDVnvOS07ogOpUOocQRqUezgKO-J7rCLAn6FbVixiz3QVoOzFVXSYYLvyrC6X9uM/w456-h640/Ballyhoo1934-03img17.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><p></p><p>or the Hollywood take<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuP3Z6Vn4QOqu52aZYuOcE7qLB0Lnyi9G2n4LfIMEii6Wiy1NF5Vh6CCKan8RePTGh9IzBYVkAADjh_DB03Y64F7R_u8MXRFrj9dJYonRaHBN5rYR9HirZUwYWI2jeqsCqrQXzbEEZWsRtJQqCV0pR-M_9a6yQpdMKEuDhM4o2fPXNOODJpSxQDnlt20E/s3332/Ballyhoo1934-03img18%20centerfold.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2239" data-original-width="3332" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuP3Z6Vn4QOqu52aZYuOcE7qLB0Lnyi9G2n4LfIMEii6Wiy1NF5Vh6CCKan8RePTGh9IzBYVkAADjh_DB03Y64F7R_u8MXRFrj9dJYonRaHBN5rYR9HirZUwYWI2jeqsCqrQXzbEEZWsRtJQqCV0pR-M_9a6yQpdMKEuDhM4o2fPXNOODJpSxQDnlt20E/w640-h430/Ballyhoo1934-03img18%20centerfold.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The trophies, C.W. Anderson<br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRjLlp1zlKs_Za9sjSykzV5zhJJ6ygRJihOQbhaSZXLVyC_yNqTgKKY3Hkym8hsR6-8IQ87fuJBeOEr82Gjcmgs55don4YYQXgR_sK_Nky5soJvlC694uEkZVdLCHh5JY0XrRI3taibqE5K1SCRRLg7MNOhwUT_E5z2yzvmcYzF0BhTi4DDE38O1CG5iM/s2387/Ballyhoo1934-03img30.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2387" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRjLlp1zlKs_Za9sjSykzV5zhJJ6ygRJihOQbhaSZXLVyC_yNqTgKKY3Hkym8hsR6-8IQ87fuJBeOEr82Gjcmgs55don4YYQXgR_sK_Nky5soJvlC694uEkZVdLCHh5JY0XrRI3taibqE5K1SCRRLg7MNOhwUT_E5z2yzvmcYzF0BhTi4DDE38O1CG5iM/w446-h640/Ballyhoo1934-03img30.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><p>Big thanks to scanmeister McCoy for the edit work on both of tonight's
issues. </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="background-color: #04ff00;">EDIT: New thoughts, new scans below</span></p><p>So, I've been getting the handful of Ballyhoos I've done up at the Internet Archive (there's a link to my shelf on the right hand side of this blog) and also looking more closely at this era of humor magazine with magazines like KooKoo, Wild Cherries, Smokehouse Monthly and others.</p><p>With Ballyhoo exploding to a circulation of 2 million almost overnight, you can see how competitors would hope to hop on the train. Will Straw has a neat blog post where he posts a lot of these magazines covers here in a post titled <a href="https://willstraw.com/the-new-york-humour-magazine-wave-of-1931-1932/" target="_blank">United States : The New York Humour Magazine Wave of 1931-1932</a>. Featured are covers for Ballyhoo, Hooey, Boloney, Hokum, Bunk, Slapstick, Hullaballoo, BLAH, and BUSHWA. There were many more like them. In the depths of the depression, people needed a laugh. You can be assured, though, most imitators lost money hoping to duplicate Ballyhoo's novelty and success, but that didn't deter them from trying (and some of these magazines are very good).</p><p>One I worked with recently while we're at it, excellent cover design. A collaboration between Joey Burten and Harry Donenfeld which lasted I believe three issues, here's the second, not a great magazine but sort of an interesting aesthetic. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1dTbsOqSuLs3-TeoikDNjsd9PzOod5zvWwNlqKTyVMQPB_y1VsgFRSgpALoW8yR7ikXkog_aYYDg6-5Eu6519o9iec5f3vQ6upn7RzTGDyHUh-E2WXeY7oQSazILqrhiK-gq-sRCDVQg4ns18t4vVpR9DsotIHk1vuK7mtxWqoAoj97lYZoGg5O2nwpM/s9544/KooKoo1932-04Image%200035%20wraparound.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6408" data-original-width="9544" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1dTbsOqSuLs3-TeoikDNjsd9PzOod5zvWwNlqKTyVMQPB_y1VsgFRSgpALoW8yR7ikXkog_aYYDg6-5Eu6519o9iec5f3vQ6upn7RzTGDyHUh-E2WXeY7oQSazILqrhiK-gq-sRCDVQg4ns18t4vVpR9DsotIHk1vuK7mtxWqoAoj97lYZoGg5O2nwpM/w640-h430/KooKoo1932-04Image%200035%20wraparound.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53304758470" target="_blank">at Flickr</a><br /><p>.cbr <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/2tuxmmkm1vodogn/KooKoo_v01n02_%25281932-04.Burdon%2529_%2528Darwination%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p><a href="https://archive.org/details/koo-koo-v-01n-02-1932-04.-burdon-darwination" target="_blank">at the IA</a>.</p><p>Not a full issue, and quick work from found photos, but another wraparound cover from Bunk v01n01 from Clayton in 1932</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1NdwKhjdEUdU7x828PabEDPV0Z3a9WVrDW9O_lmI-vGTpGr6XNyTjyiubBlduC3o7HWd_7Yl9DGUpaPt1sG50AK2y84uQZ9iluEeYjU0NxX6h8F2-MM9PkK77-NLeJCZLgvjLxuyQgHLt585_ODOZAwxab8Z-MnU72Q-cT3PQkAl-87NgnwU3Sv0973A/s4334/Bunk%20v01n1%201932.Clayton%20wraparound%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2905" data-original-width="4334" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1NdwKhjdEUdU7x828PabEDPV0Z3a9WVrDW9O_lmI-vGTpGr6XNyTjyiubBlduC3o7HWd_7Yl9DGUpaPt1sG50AK2y84uQZ9iluEeYjU0NxX6h8F2-MM9PkK77-NLeJCZLgvjLxuyQgHLt585_ODOZAwxab8Z-MnU72Q-cT3PQkAl-87NgnwU3Sv0973A/w640-h428/Bunk%20v01n1%201932.Clayton%20wraparound%20cover.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Of course, it seems Ballyhoo is the trendsetter here, as some kind soul has put the first issue, August 1931, up at the IA. The wraparound cover boasts of its freshness and editor Norman Anthony.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mWiOWI5ItyQhr2BlsPwQrhavhEEOtytb8IWSCRlRBRB4TqDqa_tgoOr0KdhcuDCGKH3g_t1Bwr_0PmseGkljT3CcU_U2MTya7VYJk8dzfhd1JPtCZmpRyFcoeQ_ak5x4Vhf3Nzvh9O7pOkVhqaAQdYYL8sl0QqbL2LM48HpgNy5P31cFH7N8igjzUQc/s10012/BallyHoo%20August%201931_0035.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6753" data-original-width="10012" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mWiOWI5ItyQhr2BlsPwQrhavhEEOtytb8IWSCRlRBRB4TqDqa_tgoOr0KdhcuDCGKH3g_t1Bwr_0PmseGkljT3CcU_U2MTya7VYJk8dzfhd1JPtCZmpRyFcoeQ_ak5x4Vhf3Nzvh9O7pOkVhqaAQdYYL8sl0QqbL2LM48HpgNy5P31cFH7N8igjzUQc/w640-h432/BallyHoo%20August%201931_0035.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>But speaking of fresh, I leave you today with a fresh Ballyhoo scan. I've got a few more to do and a couple I haven't shared on my blog yet. I've also gathered what issues have been scanned from the Internet Archive (huge props to the unsung IA scanners out there, some of my favorite scanners) and put them in a folder <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/folder/nhov222pagh3b/Ballyhoo_(Dell)" target="_blank">here</a>, as we are starting to get a better record of this fun sensation of a magazine. Times were hard in The Great Depression and some of the artists from the slicks were taking work where they could get it. Magazines like Ballyhoo were able to offer a paycheck.<br /></p><p>Thanks for the edits on this last one to DaveH, a new partner at Darwin's Free Press who has been helping me with some goldenage comic edits and who will be working with me on some magazines as well. Here's Ballyhoo from March 1932 with an Ed Graham cover. Sadly, the issue is missing four pages, but that's pretty common for these Ballyhoos. People pulled out the gags on the big slick pages (not to mention there might be some nice nudie art that deserved saving, I understand but leave my copies alone you dirty boys!)<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL14uMMLx1kVApjfkpcQyYRlMTzmnQsaMq8V9ETg20Cdqqo4Vg5t3o62m5-uWbwRZ4eeTOybzB5RyF7eG9gZXsA4WvxytUW1y_hqrUEDgjKNrln-XYVs135o2mH47_kiOfcDaCrT59EVe3dDrIfGTUA9VhtZrbPwv7QP24CQf1VD1vuk6R44JRWBKS28s/s2751/Ballyhoo1932-03Image%200000a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2751" data-original-width="2000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL14uMMLx1kVApjfkpcQyYRlMTzmnQsaMq8V9ETg20Cdqqo4Vg5t3o62m5-uWbwRZ4eeTOybzB5RyF7eG9gZXsA4WvxytUW1y_hqrUEDgjKNrln-XYVs135o2mH47_kiOfcDaCrT59EVe3dDrIfGTUA9VhtZrbPwv7QP24CQf1VD1vuk6R44JRWBKS28s/w466-h640/Ballyhoo1932-03Image%200000a.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><p>.cbr <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/ako9kkff0yjnwr2/Ballyhoo_v02n02_%255BMsg-4pgs%255D_%25281932-03.Dell%2529_Darwin%252BDaveH.cbz/file" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p><a href="https://archive.org/details/ballyhoo-v-02n-02-msg-4pgs-1932-03.-dell-darwin-dave-h" target="_blank">at the IA</a>.</p><p>Next time at Darwination Scans, the Columbus Sunday Star, wild, man, wild.</p><p></p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-87417165090231200992023-11-06T23:35:00.006-08:002023-11-12T13:48:36.636-08:00Collier's, May 9th 1931 / What Are You Monkeys Up To?<p>A quick post tonight of a slick I worked on this weekend. I hadn't worked a slick in a while and have been trying to get my new refurbished A3 scanner tweaked how I like, so I grabbed a beautiful issue that I've had flattening for the past month since it arrived on my doorstep. Or rather in my mailbox, but I'll not go down the dark path of beginning a blog post mad at the pickers who fail to sandwich magazines in cardboard so that the mailman can't fold them in the mailbox and have to go to the porch. Put it on a slow boat to China, just pack it sweetly, OK?<br /></p><p>Oops, no ranting </p><p>I need a chill pill. Perhaps these fellows can assist.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5QD2dlqXtF8qOKEuidW-rlL5u0Zd4MOqoHv9qI_WaiYu_EkoOQHsfvMgIftV8hGOw_BZSwISOi_vwu0rnBf9LEeykCh_PkXZA-nhs7xhwqNLSk2n3Q-kNOWUNcS2Jg_IlSO4tf7ErLLEsWH1lbKngnavK3MsK6GG5mdZS8Zb1SdSLHYr7pZowcUr5dY/s8268/Collier's1931-05-09p001%20cover%20Lawson%20Wood%20(Darwin%20Edit).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="8268" data-original-width="6401" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5QD2dlqXtF8qOKEuidW-rlL5u0Zd4MOqoHv9qI_WaiYu_EkoOQHsfvMgIftV8hGOw_BZSwISOi_vwu0rnBf9LEeykCh_PkXZA-nhs7xhwqNLSk2n3Q-kNOWUNcS2Jg_IlSO4tf7ErLLEsWH1lbKngnavK3MsK6GG5mdZS8Zb1SdSLHYr7pZowcUr5dY/w496-h640/Collier's1931-05-09p001%20cover%20Lawson%20Wood%20(Darwin%20Edit).jpg" width="496" /></a></div> <p></p><p>Lawson Wood. This scene reminds me of at least a couple Collier brothers, my namesake. Get a closer look <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53310247436" target="_blank">at Flickr</a>.<br /></p><p>Get the Darwination edition of the cover to cover high resolution scan <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/83et1i10nkupsmr/Collier%2527s_v087n19_%25281931-05-09.P.F._Collier_%2526_Son%2529_%2528Darwination%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p>Or you can check it out online or download a .pdf on my shelf at the Internet Archive <a href="https://archive.org/details/colliers-v-087n-19-1931-05-09.-p.-f.-collier-son-darwin-ia" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /></p><p>My grandad had some Collier's covers framed around the house, but never any quite so awesome. I was always curious about the magazine that carried the family name that sold for a mere nickel, and quite a magazine it is.</p><p>I have a couple scans of turn of the century issues <a href="https://archive.org/details/@darwination?query=Collier%27s" target="_blank">here</a>, but this is the first time I've scanned an issue from the thirties. 84 big luscious and slick pages for a nickel, well-printed with generous helpings of color. Great covers, great authors and illustrators, and other fantastic features - what a production the slicks of the golden age were, and I rate Collier's one of the best. <br /></p><p>And, of course, the engine that drives it all, the well-produced advertisements. The advertisers paid very high rates so they could reach a large circulation thereby enabling the public to buy the magazine for way below the price of production. How about that. And look what excellent things they did with these big pages they've bought and the public's attention:</p><p>J.C. Leyendecker, grab your garters, boys<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksHowZk_ZW-3sBbeQrkn8ANXUdKBw_4DEFivJa9w_kTMkZMC0B3JwohA0qgpBlOP34BGjxmnMNyviDHicoUqcQwYdeZrvtkDVXBUczKvB4_flT7JQ_XJE1gvxoONqC7qLb17QCJU2SRUytjRZYkx_NfT30OWBlgqixKuk3t05A2pItQkRguPTimA4d_M/s5465/Collier's1931-05-09p003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5465" data-original-width="4246" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksHowZk_ZW-3sBbeQrkn8ANXUdKBw_4DEFivJa9w_kTMkZMC0B3JwohA0qgpBlOP34BGjxmnMNyviDHicoUqcQwYdeZrvtkDVXBUczKvB4_flT7JQ_XJE1gvxoONqC7qLb17QCJU2SRUytjRZYkx_NfT30OWBlgqixKuk3t05A2pItQkRguPTimA4d_M/w498-h640/Collier's1931-05-09p003.jpg" width="498" /></a></div><p> When's the last time you saw an automobile ad with any real grace?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyx3jttuNsR98mPWya-i6ZC-KU6a-xtNnDQ3cT451v9QVqQQQL6SNk830P7vRK1IMyQfrxt7S4QPW560-hI6Jjz5YcvzzcBCvdRiA3Icz5W55LP1lUxmCFaHsJSUouG2kFlIEZdCRYgdG-l2Ysuav-KIkEu8fZv5uWBbOSElliyJ8xzqR2o-VwZ6RqqNE/s5444/Collier's1931-05-09p025.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5444" data-original-width="4233" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyx3jttuNsR98mPWya-i6ZC-KU6a-xtNnDQ3cT451v9QVqQQQL6SNk830P7vRK1IMyQfrxt7S4QPW560-hI6Jjz5YcvzzcBCvdRiA3Icz5W55LP1lUxmCFaHsJSUouG2kFlIEZdCRYgdG-l2Ysuav-KIkEu8fZv5uWBbOSElliyJ8xzqR2o-VwZ6RqqNE/w498-h640/Collier's1931-05-09p025.jpg" width="498" /></a></div><br /><p>Lucille Patterson Marsh. You're watching these children, but maybe one of them is watching you?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4pLPxYdrm2_G5iuQHVoHKl8HJdCOb-ykNjcA5K9Sky0Oai8W42JeKNTacC50tCGAHFt2S4eORW29q9XDefmGFjTPpl9bP5fxmEl2yJiCneGZzkWrW6GN8u55vPikuc-y8u257QakcHIfpthMLMfpLrGmQFW62fzppSV3Q8XUisNvRx0yQejNBn8sxfjc/s5460/Collier's1931-05-09p043.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5460" data-original-width="4254" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4pLPxYdrm2_G5iuQHVoHKl8HJdCOb-ykNjcA5K9Sky0Oai8W42JeKNTacC50tCGAHFt2S4eORW29q9XDefmGFjTPpl9bP5fxmEl2yJiCneGZzkWrW6GN8u55vPikuc-y8u257QakcHIfpthMLMfpLrGmQFW62fzppSV3Q8XUisNvRx0yQejNBn8sxfjc/w498-h640/Collier's1931-05-09p043.jpg" width="498" /></a></div><p>Artist unknown, my favorite ad in the issue, for Clicquot Club. Perhaps I like it as I noticed it incorporates a handle of a fellow magazine scanner.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEime5o_87AdBuiXkNgV_LSbkmXGYo98lifgZoaN0Jmks8qtDXH5NAiC9oDjPVxALXHgB7073HEL7azmtB8e4LKONClmNt1xdEkbblTnYgYsdTNEN6JTwATF9S7Znnzw8YURqNspv95dw_Tj_31tpHxdArNY8c7rk0rce1asN8R12UxvOSrJTX8T69sbCdk/s5425/Collier's1931-05-09p052.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5425" data-original-width="4296" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEime5o_87AdBuiXkNgV_LSbkmXGYo98lifgZoaN0Jmks8qtDXH5NAiC9oDjPVxALXHgB7073HEL7azmtB8e4LKONClmNt1xdEkbblTnYgYsdTNEN6JTwATF9S7Znnzw8YURqNspv95dw_Tj_31tpHxdArNY8c7rk0rce1asN8R12UxvOSrJTX8T69sbCdk/w506-h640/Collier's1931-05-09p052.jpg" width="506" /></a></div><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53312088266" target="_blank">at Flickr</a>.<br /> <p></p><p>Advertisers actually making the price of a commodity cheaper? It doesn't work that way too often now, but I guess that's how we get Youtube and the like. I used to have great scorn for those that clip out ads from a magazine like this, but I do understand a little bit better as I've come to recognize the artistry of this golden age of advertisement. In a way, it's not much different from how some of us like to share old ads on Flickr and such places. But keep your damn scissors away from magazines of such a vintage, eh?</p><p>Ha, I said a quick post, but here I am waxing about the ad pages -</p><p>Contents!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1GgCkLSwrnENeewwqH0SVRG6pn4ZHTGoOHz1HssK13lQ_mjAPkvBdqxigq5sRnTsHw_NpzUoMA5ugiNblEASePROE4QEcSZxBzPAGK8SiKq5HLaOieMHTj0EkI3i7z0nEMINtOJG95uZSuZ2DSYRpHVYCeGpVfHeJDRiX56HkscIh0osMXaGjxscyYlQ/s5433/Collier's1931-05-09p004.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5433" data-original-width="4247" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1GgCkLSwrnENeewwqH0SVRG6pn4ZHTGoOHz1HssK13lQ_mjAPkvBdqxigq5sRnTsHw_NpzUoMA5ugiNblEASePROE4QEcSZxBzPAGK8SiKq5HLaOieMHTj0EkI3i7z0nEMINtOJG95uZSuZ2DSYRpHVYCeGpVfHeJDRiX56HkscIh0osMXaGjxscyYlQ/w500-h640/Collier's1931-05-09p004.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><p>Some samples. Donald Teague illustrates an author some might recognize from his pulp work, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Courtney_Ryley_Cooper" target="_blank">Courtney Ryley Cooper</a>, who was later a close friend of J. Edgar Hoover. The northern sun, have you seen it?<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRz8QHEtnxMsyWphNnA7KZbDJh6GEGPViFxZMTKUBQwvW9ibQr6vusWxr94UlUN203LpHLn-zgh6mZZ60OKJG1M5g3UtVF6axfLEbDkXuDJQjbuiLuEPJKFmxefQNJKMzwmHRWfJ_iPub1YYZlPuLfOwkbzJXQuEfu_3OWlDO-kubESZeFFZmOJLQUEg/s8403/Collier's1931-05-09p014%20Join.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5440" data-original-width="8403" height="414" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRz8QHEtnxMsyWphNnA7KZbDJh6GEGPViFxZMTKUBQwvW9ibQr6vusWxr94UlUN203LpHLn-zgh6mZZ60OKJG1M5g3UtVF6axfLEbDkXuDJQjbuiLuEPJKFmxefQNJKMzwmHRWfJ_iPub1YYZlPuLfOwkbzJXQuEfu_3OWlDO-kubESZeFFZmOJLQUEg/w640-h414/Collier's1931-05-09p014%20Join.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Here Teague illustrates an installment in W.R. Burnett's <i>Protection</i>. Burnett is most well known for <u>Little Caesar</u> but also penned what would be later classic films like <u>High Sierra</u> and <u>The Asphalt Jungle</u>.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4mqoyFl3go4puqZ_tbZo4l8N9whdwBEfnUalz5SlHdc-2dIfbjARxEZuMIPmLq2I3ahBVrEvUMLaluRhXj8FEUBBmSPia2i1bEWetqWpdCz7uspUH80mzk3mMJyJ_2dnwhnKUjZFC22UJZPaLLVGFF_eY3rqQj9uxkgeXAWe_UYI1Ba5w_KjK6Iwnh2Q/s8428/Collier's%201931-05-09%20splash%20Protection%20Teague.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5422" data-original-width="8428" height="412" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4mqoyFl3go4puqZ_tbZo4l8N9whdwBEfnUalz5SlHdc-2dIfbjARxEZuMIPmLq2I3ahBVrEvUMLaluRhXj8FEUBBmSPia2i1bEWetqWpdCz7uspUH80mzk3mMJyJ_2dnwhnKUjZFC22UJZPaLLVGFF_eY3rqQj9uxkgeXAWe_UYI1Ba5w_KjK6Iwnh2Q/w640-h412/Collier's%201931-05-09%20splash%20Protection%20Teague.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53312317063" target="_blank">at Flickr</a><br /><p>One last splash, <a href="https://www.pulpartists.com/Flanagan.html" target="_blank">John R. Flanagan</a> illustrates Sax Rohmer's Yu'an Hee See Laughs</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfq0DKiBhyO6tkD1v_viW_kdQrbq4f4sNPQoYLH_hv_JnmQI9qTqnUT_Kc426LiIu7Qy1Fs2nh0EKS6ioS-AxcGiIBZDYCzuDrbDDLVFaoQdBqexXgchLnLiC_o7UCqPXm0M8RcEBm4VQWvBrDNWuZbxqftRZhg92RQSg9cK_37AnSdp6q5NaBfaG1ArQ/s8467/Collier's1931-05-09%20splash%20Yu'an%20See%20%20Laughs%20J.R.%20Flanagan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5407" data-original-width="8467" height="408" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfq0DKiBhyO6tkD1v_viW_kdQrbq4f4sNPQoYLH_hv_JnmQI9qTqnUT_Kc426LiIu7Qy1Fs2nh0EKS6ioS-AxcGiIBZDYCzuDrbDDLVFaoQdBqexXgchLnLiC_o7UCqPXm0M8RcEBm4VQWvBrDNWuZbxqftRZhg92RQSg9cK_37AnSdp6q5NaBfaG1ArQ/w640-h408/Collier's1931-05-09%20splash%20Yu'an%20See%20%20Laughs%20J.R.%20Flanagan.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53311193787" target="_blank">at Flickr</a><br /><p>One more before I hit the racks, Dizzy Dean, I wonder if he'll make it in the big leagues? But thinking Cardinals right now is making me sad. What a year this one turned out to be. But, hey, at least I got see a number of former Cardinals during the postseason on a variety of other teams 😐<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP9WnSIaUnOMhQ8FyzP1zVmYVajIuqXsdU4U3Xl5IkrdjpHIf3hRCRa7srHmKZCw9eSupGaoBM4jTRu-EEdDxRC09SKzN1fAwZ6v_A_dUpzMyprzCM9IOcDPWqvUB-jYO2CJQnonf9km5ckGqUQadrJSxUPRQKD313Q-rfnoZ4xpDeL963Zk2TpZ1qo5A/s5463/Collier's1931-05-09p024.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5463" data-original-width="4219" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP9WnSIaUnOMhQ8FyzP1zVmYVajIuqXsdU4U3Xl5IkrdjpHIf3hRCRa7srHmKZCw9eSupGaoBM4jTRu-EEdDxRC09SKzN1fAwZ6v_A_dUpzMyprzCM9IOcDPWqvUB-jYO2CJQnonf9km5ckGqUQadrJSxUPRQKD313Q-rfnoZ4xpDeL963Zk2TpZ1qo5A/w494-h640/Collier's1931-05-09p024.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53315862310" target="_blank">at Flickr</a> where you can easily read the page...</p><p>The Colliers know how to do it. See you next time here on Darwin Scans.</p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-44475130663036358102023-10-31T01:04:00.004-07:002023-11-04T10:47:31.895-07:00Wild Cherries v01n02, September 1933 / Worth B. Carnahan, Pt. 5<p>It's been far too long since I sat down and typed here at Darwination Scans, but I've got a special treat to share tonight, a mouth-puckering offering of the second issue of Worth B. Carnahan's self-published magazine venture, Wild Cherries</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjngKtTuYwXuS7I9gy6aHbtCJR4mmCmDocubbRac_hkb-AlBb0VdirXaJ776o_Y0z1HNl7fX-HuIJyJQolJn3vM2qTDnb-HODew9jofbP2m-o4vqa1uqA19tJzoF7F5yLk-3JP9gfoKwOCClfoxJ2hSC1hJvGc1aaXid2ALSh7P9P8IGZJjPKHV4BepRWY/s5925/WildCherries1933-09Image%200000a%20cover%20Worth%20Carnahan%20(Darwin%20Edit).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5925" data-original-width="4068" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjngKtTuYwXuS7I9gy6aHbtCJR4mmCmDocubbRac_hkb-AlBb0VdirXaJ776o_Y0z1HNl7fX-HuIJyJQolJn3vM2qTDnb-HODew9jofbP2m-o4vqa1uqA19tJzoF7F5yLk-3JP9gfoKwOCClfoxJ2hSC1hJvGc1aaXid2ALSh7P9P8IGZJjPKHV4BepRWY/w440-h640/WildCherries1933-09Image%200000a%20cover%20Worth%20Carnahan%20(Darwin%20Edit).jpg" width="440" /></a></div> <p></p><p>Get a better peek at this first prize winning cover at Flickr <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53293448181" target="_blank">here</a>. </p><p>One of my favorite covers by Worth Carnahan, simple but with all sorts of little details to sink your teeth into. The flapper with short curls in a cute little pink number and silk stockings in white heels adorned with little cherries. The rolling pin, perhaps used by the baker to keep the suitors away. The fantastic lettering and logo design. The price - 25 cents - and worth it! - perhaps a nod toward the hard times that were forcing magazines that had sold for 25 and 35 cents in the flush times of the 20s to drop the price to a mere dime (and often cut corners in production as well). But life, even in hard times, is just a bowl of cherries upon which it's all perched and in front of a crest design, the shield being a motif and that Carnahan used often in his work and would return to with vigor later in life.</p><p>Since last writing here, I've had the good fortune to correspond a bit with Cynthia Carnahan, Worth's youngest daughter. She was born when Worth was 56 (that's a brave man for you) and carries on the family tradition of artistry from her father and has made a great pen-pal in learning more about the man and his art and later life in Tennessee (where both Cynthia and I reside). It's totally mind-boggling to me that an artist that was active in the magazines and comics of the 20s and 30s might still have children around today. My interest in Worth's earliest work has only deepened, and I do intend to step back a little at some point and return to his activities in the mid-20s prior to and contemporaneous with <a href="https://darwinscans.blogspot.com/2014/05/spice-o-life-v01n01-april-1926-worth.html" target="_blank">Spice O' Life</a> and <a href="https://darwinscans.blogspot.com/2023/03/joy-stories-v01n03-february-1930-worth.html" target="_blank">his work in the late 20s on Harry Donenfeld's pulps</a> and take a closer look through this lens at Burten's Follies and Artists and Models Magazine, two magazines that are central in the history of the risque urban magazines of the jazz age.</p><p>But first, I want to share a couple more publications from here around 1932 and 1933 from when Worth was running his own show and spreading his wings a bit. Cynthia has provided me a cover for the pamphlet Worth produced during the presidential election of 1932 for Franklin Roosevelt, F.D.R. - The Man, and I plan on sharing a full scan of that soon. I've also been looking at his work as "The Lone Ranger Stamp Editor" in the first couple issues of Trojan's pulp, The Lone Ranger Magazine and hope to share some neat production material from Worth's time as packager for Bilbara's O.K. comics and celebrate some of his work as a pioneer in the golden age comics of the late 30s in a project for the Digital Comics Museum.</p><p>But tonight, a slice of pie, the second issue of Wild Cherries.</p><p>You can get the full scan in .cbr format <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/0st5yd5zp5w3jvg/Wild_Cherries_v01n02_%25281933-09.Publications_Services_Syndicate%2529_%2528Darwination%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p>Or it is available for online viewing or download in .pdf format at the Internet Archive <a href="https://archive.org/details/wild-cherries-v-01n-02-1933-09.-publications-services-syndicate-darwination" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /></p><p>The scan gods smiled kindly upon me recently, as I was able to pick the issue up from a picker in England just as I'd been corresponding with Worth's fam. Sent to me wrapped in a delicate tissue paper, the timing was a great bit of serendipity, not to mention the cover is one of my absolute favorites from Carnahan's career. When I shared <a href="https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/4042506089535638301/2163453377827187662" target="_blank">the third issue</a> of Wild Cherries in late Summer, it was met with enthusiasm by vintage magazine fans. Wild Cherries is funny. And frank. Who knew grandma and grandpa were busting out the dirty jokes, eh? And as a student of risque and spicy mags, I do find Wild Cherries to have a particular flavor. There's a directness in the humor that is refreshing and direct. Sure the jokes are dirty but with a wink and delivered with class. We're all naughty, rich and poor, dim and bright, and, let's face it, sex is likely the greatest motivator in all of human behavior, so you might as well have a laugh at it, eh? But enough of the pontificating from yours truly, let's crack the issue open and have a look.</p><p>A new day, the inside front cover - red, white, and blue.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieRYYUHijYNZjp5D9cg2QSqb2S3gjKrXxySnZp8sk4XvSZo3eukR60Ltr8UTqB1RMM05SlSkv9oEgzATdhcfLqsPLeeP_mnEfksvYU7UucCv9983rh9sDPX4hEOtaIA-UoFvz4Y-yfJ6QPikEqyJlvioOLXxVrOXkrzt-_3MyvS6kc7012uNew18gKBLk/s3963/WildCherries1933-09Image%200000b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3963" data-original-width="2678" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieRYYUHijYNZjp5D9cg2QSqb2S3gjKrXxySnZp8sk4XvSZo3eukR60Ltr8UTqB1RMM05SlSkv9oEgzATdhcfLqsPLeeP_mnEfksvYU7UucCv9983rh9sDPX4hEOtaIA-UoFvz4Y-yfJ6QPikEqyJlvioOLXxVrOXkrzt-_3MyvS6kc7012uNew18gKBLk/w432-h640/WildCherries1933-09Image%200000b.jpg" width="432" /></a></div> at <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53293724793" target="_blank">Flickr</a><br /><p></p><p>Emerging from The Great Depression, there was initially an enormous optimism about a new day in American industry and American life. There was an idea that Roosevelt might usher in balanced economic system fair to the worker and small business alike that would set aside the iniquities that many American's blamed for their economic hardships of the day. The <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Recovery_Administration" target="_blank">National Recovery Administration</a>'s blue eagle featured as a stamp on many magazines of this exact time period, but Carnahan has given the program his most enthusiastic support by placing the eagle front and center upon opening his magazine. I'll likely get into some thoughts on Roosevelt and the good and bad legacies of his policies when I share F.D.R. - The Man but for now I just want to celebrate the optimism. The can-do. The sense of unity behind it and the willingness to do your part. Hear, hear, Americans.</p><p>The editor's page (and also the publisher's page as the case may be)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvKw1hQpK9jL9DWwztv2VIR12qVt5vee5dnZAncT5MYkjyKfeNV-PhOrZd7RyBMYlWiabC5BIzq3F9XsSfsuZQjBWfo9hPP3xlBCZoSqz3KS6yWIEIxp5hBWWjuAzm__i4Ub6I2vxrlidKZZQL3XMZBB-hRlIMj4UeTLsNVY_bF8TGifC7ERXmwkY6PFI/s3711/WildCherries1933-09Image%200001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3711" data-original-width="2642" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvKw1hQpK9jL9DWwztv2VIR12qVt5vee5dnZAncT5MYkjyKfeNV-PhOrZd7RyBMYlWiabC5BIzq3F9XsSfsuZQjBWfo9hPP3xlBCZoSqz3KS6yWIEIxp5hBWWjuAzm__i4Ub6I2vxrlidKZZQL3XMZBB-hRlIMj4UeTLsNVY_bF8TGifC7ERXmwkY6PFI/w456-h640/WildCherries1933-09Image%200001.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><p>Here Worth espouses "spicy but clean fun" art and plenty of laughs. He's also looking for input and engagement. A new magazine must quickly discover what readers do and don't like and adjust. Also, you see Worth handling a side perhaps he hasn't handled so much in the past as publisher, submissions from would-be contributors.</p><p>The contents page, promising peppy pages, really clever jokes, and that lightning rod of magazine success, novelty. Not to mention Worth hoping for some three dollar yearly subscribers.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvArIdkoaoa3B4nHfXxcn4dVzTz_rmxcnAeSI-KRJFuqsuK7u3HRhkHd3B8O4hsA7BTq6s-fMvYLctnhhibOVhlmkLnjidDP4cvLsy9e3JHEiJVCe28vdlPNLJb1sooWNg3PeGa8secYMAbhIkriApd1PsEHCPhK0xJvNIQs1BTDWGo3Roshikp2X67g/s3762/WildCherries1933-09Image%200002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3762" data-original-width="2643" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvArIdkoaoa3B4nHfXxcn4dVzTz_rmxcnAeSI-KRJFuqsuK7u3HRhkHd3B8O4hsA7BTq6s-fMvYLctnhhibOVhlmkLnjidDP4cvLsy9e3JHEiJVCe28vdlPNLJb1sooWNg3PeGa8secYMAbhIkriApd1PsEHCPhK0xJvNIQs1BTDWGo3Roshikp2X67g/w450-h640/WildCherries1933-09Image%200002.jpg" width="450" /></a></div><p>The opening cartoon, fitting for a magazine of sex humor, Samson and Delilah, the battle of the sexes eternal writ in the slang of the 30s<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWa4JhgRNMIV95CsnvPnxbGHw2nF8LkjOJIE7yP8OsIdwM_IUNdyeKuLb7_zo1udZSzbklrvRxVQotQjVnUK55jwhOyh0aJ2tPw75nZiEz6lKWeUYpGn7o0-XuMoWXEUlyendy4Xvf1R38aq04PrSI7bFQ55O0AoOZLXZaYLndvjpdFeVFUHKA_abAGYU/s3703/WildCherries1933-09Image%200003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3703" data-original-width="2639" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWa4JhgRNMIV95CsnvPnxbGHw2nF8LkjOJIE7yP8OsIdwM_IUNdyeKuLb7_zo1udZSzbklrvRxVQotQjVnUK55jwhOyh0aJ2tPw75nZiEz6lKWeUYpGn7o0-XuMoWXEUlyendy4Xvf1R38aq04PrSI7bFQ55O0AoOZLXZaYLndvjpdFeVFUHKA_abAGYU/w456-h640/WildCherries1933-09Image%200003.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53292602462" target="_blank">at Flickr</a></p><p>There may be only one way to keep your man from straying says the help</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOPuLT1L9uhBLeL_FAZf4Gz1inXyuu0JF7L2sMGX4oRDvl0Phvf1NKPW-CJcPrFKmWPrxMs9B2185bnW6HDKQuWjOaY0JKQ6BxNkdHNBSJRdV7lTPCcAcnKlC2m-ZskU11GuVazeEzgkoCvxvI8ZspqoV99I0VKLDIDB2aqrPbRxZCVaIqW5my-EqhI80/s2362/WildCherries1933-09Image%200006%20CROP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2362" data-original-width="1517" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOPuLT1L9uhBLeL_FAZf4Gz1inXyuu0JF7L2sMGX4oRDvl0Phvf1NKPW-CJcPrFKmWPrxMs9B2185bnW6HDKQuWjOaY0JKQ6BxNkdHNBSJRdV7lTPCcAcnKlC2m-ZskU11GuVazeEzgkoCvxvI8ZspqoV99I0VKLDIDB2aqrPbRxZCVaIqW5my-EqhI80/w412-h640/WildCherries1933-09Image%200006%20CROP.jpg" width="412" /></a></div><br /> A Carnahan flapper up a tree. You can climb up, but can you get back down?<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizM_QBkhLbNmyEIOiaOBQtSg81hsbxVHhfCKdKe7TT5EDpegbs1K7kOIjVP924GXTKv34Fh1Dwa_tWXVo7wccmSzgSeA1PRWRQ6xt9Q3a2BEBm5b_d2Y9oj4PVrNxiXvgyvOeFtrWiVKw6RFvlUQnVoVfPH1fjoPB0NQuglMcDmfl_6rdUj3rsRnEXQjM/s2295/WildCherries1933-09Image%200016%20CROP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2295" data-original-width="1477" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizM_QBkhLbNmyEIOiaOBQtSg81hsbxVHhfCKdKe7TT5EDpegbs1K7kOIjVP924GXTKv34Fh1Dwa_tWXVo7wccmSzgSeA1PRWRQ6xt9Q3a2BEBm5b_d2Y9oj4PVrNxiXvgyvOeFtrWiVKw6RFvlUQnVoVfPH1fjoPB0NQuglMcDmfl_6rdUj3rsRnEXQjM/w412-h640/WildCherries1933-09Image%200016%20CROP.jpg" width="412" /></a></div><p>I still haven't identified this cartoonist. I know he worked in the Calgary Eye-Opener as well but have failed to get a name to go with the crazy signature. I like the idea behind this one:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_N6X78hWIMpgSJRi4aY_bTsbxtbpbJYtn4t66tgqrsHQXY2Ne-j0d3ZW6jCr089rX61xk0hL2ZJKAKiH5TnVaOLHV-qtWQxcU-dFY1NETahXuAsdR_MGS0gJd-8bMugog20q4c6mvdXugBUTmvrO__01Rs_9zGEv6uYlzs9zmC3Vq66wdTcz0ILjaye0/s2242/WildCherries1933-09Image%200019%20CROP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2158" data-original-width="2242" height="616" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_N6X78hWIMpgSJRi4aY_bTsbxtbpbJYtn4t66tgqrsHQXY2Ne-j0d3ZW6jCr089rX61xk0hL2ZJKAKiH5TnVaOLHV-qtWQxcU-dFY1NETahXuAsdR_MGS0gJd-8bMugog20q4c6mvdXugBUTmvrO__01Rs_9zGEv6uYlzs9zmC3Vq66wdTcz0ILjaye0/w640-h616/WildCherries1933-09Image%200019%20CROP.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgee-D6cgpSzHHuNSyj0mPeRnxLYkRRH5A52vzPZLJ6y-9pykDMui1dJkJkzncoFKzOtXzZ7IuzKv6BSQUd-TXnHk3oMXw5DX_CW5IJ3jYefvOBMzH8mWJNRxZ5u-nSYKkzZRgGuR8dqcMkERkBIZfdo4zbWGFlpqFC3vsNJY3hSTM7W8mf0QpPX6MBDeI/s3693/WildCherries1933-09Image%200020.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Jokes and wine. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8QDKSED8_D0GsKezAFB3Zm62_MbVK3sRXYruyeBYfTE6IviQOY2AAISDZlElbeGYq7SnYqOLobPJY42NPj0bj9n_RWueZCIM8x8Kz2oDSxR8p6QLvur-amUF518eb3RybdFZHrokpOgZ3hcagJTn_U0YLEP_q3j1MUe4Mjyk5vmMidXZo-ED_FZJWvC4/s2328/WildCherries1933-09Image%200052%20CROP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1171" data-original-width="2328" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8QDKSED8_D0GsKezAFB3Zm62_MbVK3sRXYruyeBYfTE6IviQOY2AAISDZlElbeGYq7SnYqOLobPJY42NPj0bj9n_RWueZCIM8x8Kz2oDSxR8p6QLvur-amUF518eb3RybdFZHrokpOgZ3hcagJTn_U0YLEP_q3j1MUe4Mjyk5vmMidXZo-ED_FZJWvC4/w640-h322/WildCherries1933-09Image%200052%20CROP.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Selling blushes</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqtTgW1rc81tHnLjnLS4xGXq2QD_oBKS5gcGftjy4pZO09xjU0RcCBAVeB3JOf4Ry9VCkG4S58lRR2ncR6hL9JnoAczgwoLgkxkrdHVJF6_KRzdxWFFZNM9N6H4Zy2HFvNrAYNTRV7xhNG0AopY5WO57T-vC5WigeZ2TY5ZrtUv-JlffnCFbl-s7SlKGQ/s2311/WildCherries1933-09Image%200056%20Crop.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2020" data-original-width="2311" height="560" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqtTgW1rc81tHnLjnLS4xGXq2QD_oBKS5gcGftjy4pZO09xjU0RcCBAVeB3JOf4Ry9VCkG4S58lRR2ncR6hL9JnoAczgwoLgkxkrdHVJF6_KRzdxWFFZNM9N6H4Zy2HFvNrAYNTRV7xhNG0AopY5WO57T-vC5WigeZ2TY5ZrtUv-JlffnCFbl-s7SlKGQ/w640-h560/WildCherries1933-09Image%200056%20Crop.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Bruce Patterson, egad<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4gB9qY-fJXfJ0-EV15e5L8_5jhUin7v_bzj7zB_2IjB12wIkd3XBbczH7XQ2SakO2TyQHirpr3UiFDlb4D7pxbyxp9Z3b1aSA5fm1L4c3a5SR66xABdloM-garuMbJPJBMI-1XXnMQ0dpqudNpnLYcJ2wqri-pXnNlZwFsX0fDTpxSi5lgKKOlLvLVNw/s3738/WildCherries1933-09Image%200058.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3738" data-original-width="2634" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4gB9qY-fJXfJ0-EV15e5L8_5jhUin7v_bzj7zB_2IjB12wIkd3XBbczH7XQ2SakO2TyQHirpr3UiFDlb4D7pxbyxp9Z3b1aSA5fm1L4c3a5SR66xABdloM-garuMbJPJBMI-1XXnMQ0dpqudNpnLYcJ2wqri-pXnNlZwFsX0fDTpxSi5lgKKOlLvLVNw/w450-h640/WildCherries1933-09Image%200058.jpg" width="450" /></a></div><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53293944430" target="_blank">at Flickr</a><br /><p>Who says the British lack a sense of humour? </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZvxPGH5PXkDlA8vd3UTMiDFRvZ8WuME4-WQAidY1gJi3CMWtPDMXTg9hbvd8uMf4cjZ8Yz5wxvvKVMP10ddc_tnsOdTufvC-sKeZYAndl1LoHJxrG77PiCBWjPiv1hlmQPJWDI5nuZC6bXBmXFNFdBGzUnBs3EJnZTFKYr2ol1a2FEbeFuMTI1sCc7x8/s2349/WildCherries1933-09Image%200059%20CROP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2349" height="408" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZvxPGH5PXkDlA8vd3UTMiDFRvZ8WuME4-WQAidY1gJi3CMWtPDMXTg9hbvd8uMf4cjZ8Yz5wxvvKVMP10ddc_tnsOdTufvC-sKeZYAndl1LoHJxrG77PiCBWjPiv1hlmQPJWDI5nuZC6bXBmXFNFdBGzUnBs3EJnZTFKYr2ol1a2FEbeFuMTI1sCc7x8/w640-h408/WildCherries1933-09Image%200059%20CROP.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>From the mailbag, lovers of the magazine? Naughty but not too naughty? I'm going to skip any theorizing here why Wild Cherries didn't make it and save it for if I ever find copies of the other two issues. Many great magazines lived a short life for all sorts of different reasons. The magazine market here in 1933 was tumultuous and crowded, a quarter was hard to come by, and a new publisher might not have the strong arm of more established syndicates behind them. Enjoy the wild cherries when in blossom.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGAYyj6y6P8c1LsY695oUEmEoEgyrxz5Gi8bWuEzBOEyhDIToCC16aKh0K7yiKszsuvzrToPZ77OkG4Tbs5hHSsf6WP187aMLXcZi229Lm1Od-g-gugat99u4o4ZTccR97cXNBB9rigZbspHDQCa0ow-XbgFTYNJDTA1HCZB5kbhm2L11BZocx4sEBgK8/s3711/WildCherries1933-09Image%200063.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3711" data-original-width="2643" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGAYyj6y6P8c1LsY695oUEmEoEgyrxz5Gi8bWuEzBOEyhDIToCC16aKh0K7yiKszsuvzrToPZ77OkG4Tbs5hHSsf6WP187aMLXcZi229Lm1Od-g-gugat99u4o4ZTccR97cXNBB9rigZbspHDQCa0ow-XbgFTYNJDTA1HCZB5kbhm2L11BZocx4sEBgK8/w456-h640/WildCherries1933-09Image%200063.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><p></p><p>And, in closing, the back cover, more red, white, and blue. Attention AMERICA. The Last Word in Clean Spicy Humor.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8jGA8fzWM5Rp6z7ie0CM1ag3iAuUJIkF8VF2HU4deinDwOqVSMhqYDGjIr0gqdw2VQ13c2W-MmuVAFFdDlG1XRxzSH_eZHFVT2EeDJebpzELyuHgGbaq7c9BGwcpH013Tmd5MrgZTe2zGooHuo9sjJcX5zzB9VmTO250c8Amhp-9XUABlk7ExZXqjhs4/s3914/WildCherries1933-09Image%200066.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3914" data-original-width="2676" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8jGA8fzWM5Rp6z7ie0CM1ag3iAuUJIkF8VF2HU4deinDwOqVSMhqYDGjIr0gqdw2VQ13c2W-MmuVAFFdDlG1XRxzSH_eZHFVT2EeDJebpzELyuHgGbaq7c9BGwcpH013Tmd5MrgZTe2zGooHuo9sjJcX5zzB9VmTO250c8Amhp-9XUABlk7ExZXqjhs4/w438-h640/WildCherries1933-09Image%200066.jpg" width="438" /></a></div><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53293724818" target="_blank">at Flickr</a><br />darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-28281969324128482942023-09-28T09:51:00.001-07:002023-09-28T13:12:05.036-07:00Teen-Age Gangsters, 1957<p>Note: This is a new version of an older and beloved scan. The old post had dead images, and I was getting the issue up at the Internet Archive, so I've taken the opportunity to release a higher resolution scan. I'm happy enough with the editing choices I made back when, so nothing has changed but image quality and resolution. After my original post, I was contacted by an individual that just had to have this magazine in an endearing and sincere manner. Despite my love for this little magazine, I let it go in the name of good will and good karma and am happy to report I later found another copy, not as nice, perhaps, but just as dear. </p><p>If anybody wants my new copy, they'll have to get past my switchblade 😎</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJEqzzVaXVrLs8_ImHnS3RDWSl6XN7MgzOPT3KsAIBIvrchf6igITDMBhvQBBgTqYHJ_JHXSUGdp4_GKrYVCrbSW342RQdUDjJsI6wGfhyphenhypheniUlrd3r5LllTIrIoOd3yNXPZ3frOSLsKpIlDBHE66-Jsbg1d8T52dFG2pDuAE6hDjoCmzeXAr1S4S5-ZgI/s2356/Teen-AgeGangstersp0001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2356" data-original-width="1661" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJEqzzVaXVrLs8_ImHnS3RDWSl6XN7MgzOPT3KsAIBIvrchf6igITDMBhvQBBgTqYHJ_JHXSUGdp4_GKrYVCrbSW342RQdUDjJsI6wGfhyphenhypheniUlrd3r5LllTIrIoOd3yNXPZ3frOSLsKpIlDBHE66-Jsbg1d8T52dFG2pDuAE6hDjoCmzeXAr1S4S5-ZgI/w452-h640/Teen-AgeGangstersp0001.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53220225585" target="_blank">At Flickr</a><br /></p><p>Get the scan here: <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/?ofgzmfm4qjlzfre" target="_blank">Teen-Age Gangsters (1957.Hillman) (Darwin-IA).cbr</a><br /></p><p>or view it online or download in alternate formats at the Internet Archive <a href="https://archive.org/details/teen-age-gangsters-1957.-hillman-darwin-ia" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Just what is the problem with kids these days, anyways? Here's a
classic blonde bad girl - pouting, smoking, and sexy in a cheap and
downtrodden sort of way. I'm surprised I haven't seen the cover on a fridge magnet or whatnot, the whole pub is classic American kitsch. <br />
<br />
Up for your enjoyment this morning is an iconic publication on
juvenile delinquency, a pocket-sized magazine from Hillman in 1957,
square between The Wild One and West Side Story. And just who do I
think the readership for was for this publication? Why, teen-agers of
course. Here we are once again riding that fine line that the 50s pulp
media mastered of condemning outlaw and unaccepted behavior while
simultaneously indulging in it. With echoes of Wertham (who gets a
shout-out in the introductory article), the editors give their
motivation. The truth must be known! Sincerity? A guilty disclaimer? or
just a nice hook?<br />
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH8yJ-7lo14wu12G-Dw8B7NlNxTBNA1XcR9MBIglL_IHSLEbrd-sfy9DDTlDBRt8s-WzKW6HKxGyAB9BwvWsgLGNrY_VAvgvYZtfr0biRtNIMO_TFrpdYe_e25C_Z-OA7oo3CD940777BNHqHlMbr1FVRmEM6WELwpKF2pvKF6XoiIME2zjVAiqtFH3rc/s3283/Teen-AgeGangstersp0004and05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2239" data-original-width="3283" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH8yJ-7lo14wu12G-Dw8B7NlNxTBNA1XcR9MBIglL_IHSLEbrd-sfy9DDTlDBRt8s-WzKW6HKxGyAB9BwvWsgLGNrY_VAvgvYZtfr0biRtNIMO_TFrpdYe_e25C_Z-OA7oo3CD940777BNHqHlMbr1FVRmEM6WELwpKF2pvKF6XoiIME2zjVAiqtFH3rc/w640-h436/Teen-AgeGangstersp0004and05.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53218898407" target="_blank"> At Flickr</a></p><p>The contents. Every vice covered! A mixture of teen sexual fantasy, true crime, and propaganda, no rock goes unturned...<br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqtqzn2h2jc0PwXNIxzMXYcHO7UYD7ZvvKjWMeEVyp4j_oTG2OYL1nKNWf1uJxi5z5goER70X9toZFR2p-KGCMSW2RSRHXax6KJWBcKsCGV50Ovo_PvLlFcUXLaF6F0M_MKpu9QwvPJ05Cu77uJyZuFHEsIBgfBqRRLIlrB5Ya6Gj2Pvf4kNBrnPu8E9Y/s3224/Teen-AgeGangstersp0002and03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2285" data-original-width="3224" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqtqzn2h2jc0PwXNIxzMXYcHO7UYD7ZvvKjWMeEVyp4j_oTG2OYL1nKNWf1uJxi5z5goER70X9toZFR2p-KGCMSW2RSRHXax6KJWBcKsCGV50Ovo_PvLlFcUXLaF6F0M_MKpu9QwvPJ05Cu77uJyZuFHEsIBgfBqRRLIlrB5Ya6Gj2Pvf4kNBrnPu8E9Y/w640-h454/Teen-AgeGangstersp0002and03.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53220085443" target="_blank">At Flickr</a> <br /></p><p>Samples. Violence, Dope, Sex and Liquor. Wasn't High School great?<br />
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8oWLXiTj9wP9lNhZ_UqArUX1vYJFYJMnWmJZmfiWNgJ1bxvbxpv16PKVPUVxXin-GXXLKohhW5bQ8p_QI3e7lCYCY6dVnAkc1nfgApzg2mg1eN9YKX__9zQld5jks3C3tF8TGg-_lxlYIvnM6iBpHct3Pbgv7Xw61VLpMuogp4poPXnd8QP1tCto5Uu0/s3260/Teen-AgeGangstersp0012and13.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2286" data-original-width="3260" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8oWLXiTj9wP9lNhZ_UqArUX1vYJFYJMnWmJZmfiWNgJ1bxvbxpv16PKVPUVxXin-GXXLKohhW5bQ8p_QI3e7lCYCY6dVnAkc1nfgApzg2mg1eN9YKX__9zQld5jks3C3tF8TGg-_lxlYIvnM6iBpHct3Pbgv7Xw61VLpMuogp4poPXnd8QP1tCto5Uu0/w640-h448/Teen-AgeGangstersp0012and13.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53218911427" target="_blank">At Flickr</a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJ2T8gyZoHbLsnZpIGYqTYMlcPeTzMmHrcnpoK7KiZY2QJM2hMY9mkCkBVpG8PiJqc3wkCkeR6XIZmafDRPjnIsyLb5DYr6c97ubN-_2lgOa34vudVXbkjMXjXMNtcxScIBOQkGLiF1vtGKseudmxd5pM4BKvd2qf7KIOnQx9AogXSSaY-JEu1fHFPBA/s3202/Teen-AgeGangstersp0028and29.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2296" data-original-width="3202" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJ2T8gyZoHbLsnZpIGYqTYMlcPeTzMmHrcnpoK7KiZY2QJM2hMY9mkCkBVpG8PiJqc3wkCkeR6XIZmafDRPjnIsyLb5DYr6c97ubN-_2lgOa34vudVXbkjMXjXMNtcxScIBOQkGLiF1vtGKseudmxd5pM4BKvd2qf7KIOnQx9AogXSSaY-JEu1fHFPBA/w640-h458/Teen-AgeGangstersp0028and29.jpg" width="640" /> </a> <br /></div><p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53220294740" target="_blank">At Flickr</a></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrr7_3EPgsndgfPOwQ96PfrcE5lsKdOICrCL8Tj8sYnNXOKIdc-kiNBegY6MLRwIkaFj42QucFXtmPzVluqHunKvVtvyK6oOyvoxkFgbAHa1YHUWTy5HcmOHGte9VXEXURpPVvPFiqdV-Vprs4PdIZ-gm-TfuNLyg2sOeRfc0WIHQJFqE19QZ37jQ6DNw/s3191/Teen-AgeGangstersp0040and41.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2240" data-original-width="3191" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrr7_3EPgsndgfPOwQ96PfrcE5lsKdOICrCL8Tj8sYnNXOKIdc-kiNBegY6MLRwIkaFj42QucFXtmPzVluqHunKvVtvyK6oOyvoxkFgbAHa1YHUWTy5HcmOHGte9VXEXURpPVvPFiqdV-Vprs4PdIZ-gm-TfuNLyg2sOeRfc0WIHQJFqE19QZ37jQ6DNw/w640-h450/Teen-AgeGangstersp0040and41.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53218911372" target="_blank">At Flickr</a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>What sort of twisted and abnormal kid would ever ever write such a thing? Surely a sociopath...<br />
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt1lPJQ1hKof4uC8W1RTjbsGv68rA9pqfEtdP2YOh-Rcuz-ZfyQFcCtPVtYfNgY3QYmfAQ7K2-55iTuvbMSAkgX-l_QyIMtbcEJ87UMrRURHuWIKGKcsJu0ecPd_heKNxFR12nh7EL8wPbrlpVajas92JkQB3lhyiFMqCje-tvgdLlq5wXz-fE9RGhhJA/s1078/Teen-AgeGangstersp0062and63%20CROP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1078" data-original-width="898" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt1lPJQ1hKof4uC8W1RTjbsGv68rA9pqfEtdP2YOh-Rcuz-ZfyQFcCtPVtYfNgY3QYmfAQ7K2-55iTuvbMSAkgX-l_QyIMtbcEJ87UMrRURHuWIKGKcsJu0ecPd_heKNxFR12nh7EL8wPbrlpVajas92JkQB3lhyiFMqCje-tvgdLlq5wXz-fE9RGhhJA/s320/Teen-AgeGangstersp0062and63%20CROP.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><p>My favorite pic in the whole mag, the inside back cover. I loved just
hanging out on the street with my buds as a teen, a gang just waiting to
happen!</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilyqtoJdA-Hr9_w6ZhSeQIRo9bEt-p_EAw4w6fQN4rSp92ZRq5skTHX9Cy4LyWHGloYIyRQlIZFPOP3ZQFMVHuwdJPUgf86HOfdOlhGKG8jD3IJ5nrxo2-5e3tm6Kwf9RP7yVJtF3z2DWc9V35tWHdK2KM62fkUWtr0CH_SEs8MKRtN1DcinyvXvcMNzM/s3231/Teen-AgeGangstersp0066and67.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2286" data-original-width="3231" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilyqtoJdA-Hr9_w6ZhSeQIRo9bEt-p_EAw4w6fQN4rSp92ZRq5skTHX9Cy4LyWHGloYIyRQlIZFPOP3ZQFMVHuwdJPUgf86HOfdOlhGKG8jD3IJ5nrxo2-5e3tm6Kwf9RP7yVJtF3z2DWc9V35tWHdK2KM62fkUWtr0CH_SEs8MKRtN1DcinyvXvcMNzM/w640-h452/Teen-AgeGangstersp0066and67.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53218924637" target="_blank"> At Flickr</a></p><p>Bonus scans. Here's<a href="https://www.mediafire.com/folder/ocuef5ncveso2/Pocket_Magazines" target="_blank"> my mediafire folder of pocket magazines</a>. A number of these are from
McCoy and other scanners, thanks, guys! I wonder how many collectors
there are of pocket magazines. I love em! It seems like sort of
offshoot of comics, the small format with more innocent varieties of
men's magazine material. When the comics industry started to crumble,
perhaps they looked to other products like this. Tucked away easily, I
can imagine kids hiding these out of view from their teacher or parents.
I guess these only survive today at the checkout as astrology and soap opera
publications.</p><p>We exit with the back cover as is appropriate.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgliopv726m2RUQY7fgDgugQApKFO7V2v8Kr7q6uR1slikvasc-U0OydM0K50yJK6HjUZuTO4U4GGGYHmmU1Wv3KkhPEzcluJROvmNUbe1jK95XrPBGy158xnjoatqXoazz5QRzL31A8gNpgkZut-oLQfXPP-3Tztod6gtz2QZBa1AtHLEt_V-9iixbI_c/s2344/Teen-AgeGangstersp0068.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2344" data-original-width="1644" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgliopv726m2RUQY7fgDgugQApKFO7V2v8Kr7q6uR1slikvasc-U0OydM0K50yJK6HjUZuTO4U4GGGYHmmU1Wv3KkhPEzcluJROvmNUbe1jK95XrPBGy158xnjoatqXoazz5QRzL31A8gNpgkZut-oLQfXPP-3Tztod6gtz2QZBa1AtHLEt_V-9iixbI_c/w448-h640/Teen-AgeGangstersp0068.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><p></p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-55393744186724811252023-09-09T11:19:00.019-07:002023-09-28T19:38:16.534-07:00Brown v01n01, January 1954 / New York, New York, It's a Hell of a Town<p>Hot off the presses -</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZ1j8aOXak5VRR_WabBuNzW3qCml4V0oO9Nbj3ImHg_JN71wq8w8MmFibEumW4vSBVotIdOup8OvGyk4HBmE5FUM2PqY_R_EzI6qL4OJOXE_wCXruAwR46h7z1DZTX-AqnKS1XKLyxrQC-vKOamMGhqbE_h9h8PI9OpwClRkK-ycPymlCNpkahyc3ZDs/s2202/Brown1954-01p001%20(Darwin%20Edit).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2202" data-original-width="1642" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZ1j8aOXak5VRR_WabBuNzW3qCml4V0oO9Nbj3ImHg_JN71wq8w8MmFibEumW4vSBVotIdOup8OvGyk4HBmE5FUM2PqY_R_EzI6qL4OJOXE_wCXruAwR46h7z1DZTX-AqnKS1XKLyxrQC-vKOamMGhqbE_h9h8PI9OpwClRkK-ycPymlCNpkahyc3ZDs/w478-h640/Brown1954-01p001%20(Darwin%20Edit).jpg" width="478" /></a></div><p></p><p>Sara Vaughan graces the cover in a sharply designed orange, black and white design for the first issue of Brown, January 1954. <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53174521931" target="_blank">At Flickr</a><br /></p><p>Brown v01n01 (1954-01.Sepia) <br /></p><p>A pocket-sized edition, download it to your phone and you can have it in your pocket, too!</p><p>Get the Darwination Edition .cbr live and direct <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/wr9e0l85na57dqy/Brown_v01n01_%25281954-01.Sepia%2529_%2528Darwination%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p>or read it online at the Internet Archive or access alternate formats <a href="https://archive.org/details/brown-v-01n-01-1954-01.-sepia-darwin-ia" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /></p><p>I'm taking a new approach with some of these pocket magazines. I absolutely adore them, but the two page splash (essential in how they are designed and read) can make for an intensive edit if executed with seamless joins. I'm going to go with a fairly roughshod approach where the seam shows on most of these just so I can get through more of them and keep the line moving. There is always the option to scan them in two page spreads, but the production is so poor that parts of the photos are often meandering to either side of the staple (speaking of, I don't like that staple near my glass). And on that note, the way the pages line up side to side with the photos and page numbers can kind of be all over the place, even in some of the better produced mags like this one. A strict archival approach might go with a two page spread, as is, scan (still absolutely beautiful and a great option) to show the printing eccentricities, but I'm going with something in the middle here (versus a presentation like <a href="http://darwinscans.blogspot.com/2023/05/she-december-1956-bad-girls-usa.html" target="_blank">that SHE I did recently</a> or one of my favorite scans that <a href="http://darwinscans.blogspot.com/2023/09/teen-age-gangsters-1957.html" target="_blank">Teen-Age Gangsters</a> one-shot). </p><p>But editing notes aside, let's dig in.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3XQseAkr-6-3JTZRSdI4F9v_KJgoK0sjnrqCauTZIjqsdkqPmqag9VAM2z9ZDNnOP5PBJNHxrMxOTAjF9t_7G8U-YQZuAGMpdsgl9THbJAIXlNUXsBQXXLVhyRHYJnt9CUSTcfOEr4h8WIyjLdbAJjck5VFH0k-G68-wjC8cmM7DW8Zf1SOIeXRb3Tk4/s3234/Brown1954-01p002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2200" data-original-width="3234" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3XQseAkr-6-3JTZRSdI4F9v_KJgoK0sjnrqCauTZIjqsdkqPmqag9VAM2z9ZDNnOP5PBJNHxrMxOTAjF9t_7G8U-YQZuAGMpdsgl9THbJAIXlNUXsBQXXLVhyRHYJnt9CUSTcfOEr4h8WIyjLdbAJjck5VFH0k-G68-wjC8cmM7DW8Zf1SOIeXRb3Tk4/w640-h436/Brown1954-01p002.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> <p></p><p>Who published this? is a reasonable first question to ask looking at a v01n01. My first guess would have been that it is a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_H._Johnson" target="_blank">John Johnson</a> publication, but the New York address rules that out quickly - plus Johnson liked to have his name printed somewhere on his magazine covers 😏 There's a photo inside of the Girl of the Month reading <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/folder/njdgd8xykftme/Dare" target="_blank">DARE</a> in here which also might be a clue - publishers just love to show pictures of pretty girls reading their magazines:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUGMjPm157k517H92f8ykPY5Manm_ZeeuO_830Iiaz1JkRkAtoltP2KWptA9BJbQAv98d7jD-jd4cQFlF8h8vMk6yfYCLzYEtdDXbSgueKH5x-17CqKUH0gOD2TTrzBRSiPOrls5qphjtMvEnQCLc3W56mFfimMF_TdyuqBNR02u1p34jJeCddLDFzj0w/s2106/Brown1954-01p054%20CROP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2106" data-original-width="1473" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUGMjPm157k517H92f8ykPY5Manm_ZeeuO_830Iiaz1JkRkAtoltP2KWptA9BJbQAv98d7jD-jd4cQFlF8h8vMk6yfYCLzYEtdDXbSgueKH5x-17CqKUH0gOD2TTrzBRSiPOrls5qphjtMvEnQCLc3W56mFfimMF_TdyuqBNR02u1p34jJeCddLDFzj0w/w448-h640/Brown1954-01p054%20CROP.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><p>One of the issues of <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/folder/njdgd8xykftme/Dare" target="_blank">Dare</a> lists <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milt_Machlin" target="_blank">Milt Machlin</a> as editor and publisher, so I'm leaning towards this as a possibility. More sleuthing required unless one of you gumshoes or knowing readers might clue us in down in the comments. The publisher is something you like to know about a magazine to put it in context with other magazines, but the indicia shell game can make that hard. For this magazine, there's the question of whether it was "black owned" or if it was a known publisher aiming at a black audience - an interesting question but of secondary importance to the content. A white-owned magazine might genuinely serve a black audience in manner and scope just as black-owned magazine might peddle a profitable and exploitative variety of sleaze. And my regular readers know I don't mean this as knock on sleaze *cough*</p><p>I guess what I'm saying is the best way to know the soul of a magazine is to read a magazine, so let's do.</p><p>The opener</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM2rkzBWWzUZTPq8boLR_OrVf5w2wGTfv6V0QQlx3wKm0kcHuW7orvdYNRgHPQDZAKJbmnR3vexSXMSrU7XcOXnyR_nhHZ7aXJ-SsdVrHpvAk0sgDXAqfwKDfuxM1g25kP8fbPwyUZZp_UItzdlfciPT7O1lGWoANqPvYYMxNu5-j45K0zRS1nBpw4AQg/s3183/Brown1954-01p004.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2196" data-original-width="3183" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM2rkzBWWzUZTPq8boLR_OrVf5w2wGTfv6V0QQlx3wKm0kcHuW7orvdYNRgHPQDZAKJbmnR3vexSXMSrU7XcOXnyR_nhHZ7aXJ-SsdVrHpvAk0sgDXAqfwKDfuxM1g25kP8fbPwyUZZp_UItzdlfciPT7O1lGWoANqPvYYMxNu5-j45K0zRS1nBpw4AQg/w640-h442/Brown1954-01p004.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>The Kinsey Report. Such a huge phenomenon, all the magazines wanted a piece of this naughty report everyone was talking about. SEX SELLS, and omg we are having it. What's even more taboo than sex? Interracial sex. Some frank talk about white boys dreaming of black girls, because, surprise, they do. Why no data on black respondents in Kinsey? Brown and the people on the street have some ideas, mostly having to do with modesty.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC17AWgwZdoGBH2orEh1tNziJ8ffN8OKZA3SCgjf6w1NKFb-sepc37tT2yiDVGOnKWR09Dqg6DcNARTysJqPnFh6xIDNxRzYzZg_7HrQVevsO40mcnUslH7sQTTD7rltdqZtCOh-RecntVnsRonsMUOnrlNJGJEGcyKsWxmw5TZ-Ef1wMB0oIbKaibZ1k/s3127/Brown1954-01p006.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2206" data-original-width="3127" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC17AWgwZdoGBH2orEh1tNziJ8ffN8OKZA3SCgjf6w1NKFb-sepc37tT2yiDVGOnKWR09Dqg6DcNARTysJqPnFh6xIDNxRzYzZg_7HrQVevsO40mcnUslH7sQTTD7rltdqZtCOh-RecntVnsRonsMUOnrlNJGJEGcyKsWxmw5TZ-Ef1wMB0oIbKaibZ1k/w640-h452/Brown1954-01p006.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Or wait. Maybe if Kinsey had black interviewers on his team he could have gotten the lowdown? Maybe blacks are actually more religious and old-fashioned?? Followers of the faith? (and you have to love how the writer gets the digs in at these womanizing preachers, so good). And what would an article on sex be without a girl in bikini and heels. Pay no attention, men, to that graph on the left. It looks like your wife is more apt to fool around over 30 👿</p><p>What a gem, followed by Basie AND Ellington?!<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrDfzeBtQr-JUkcrZo5t5e_CVGuGa7vWVVgrqGvz6T3jSUN6X1FntZsQX-kkA537FY7AImAOKgWv9ah6YKqt5kcdsNUbDzN-mXCt_9PTCBinadydVRy0B_EEsVej3NbtU6ucoyyFkUdZJtihMH4l7YK2b4L67arZB2Tn4--b3h1SjoHZHiCxfeoedexPM/s3171/Brown1954-01p008.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2189" data-original-width="3171" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrDfzeBtQr-JUkcrZo5t5e_CVGuGa7vWVVgrqGvz6T3jSUN6X1FntZsQX-kkA537FY7AImAOKgWv9ah6YKqt5kcdsNUbDzN-mXCt_9PTCBinadydVRy0B_EEsVej3NbtU6ucoyyFkUdZJtihMH4l7YK2b4L67arZB2Tn4--b3h1SjoHZHiCxfeoedexPM/w640-h442/Brown1954-01p008.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5n4gPWezMoetklN7YeZkKImJpuEf2IMWt0lPkcav_dObhOs35f8BqNrb6xTOFlxSqWHy9QWvQNYTyAKzRA9t6y1uIbSap3G6mjlizVOKI_HQfBI_e0m5ptILPFlzPVoOAKCkDeZnqgv7h7U9_EvkA5k7hQ54ShpPEXe7IuUE6bj8bqYcgXbu0BKbUfGQ/s3129/Brown1954-01p010.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2207" data-original-width="3129" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5n4gPWezMoetklN7YeZkKImJpuEf2IMWt0lPkcav_dObhOs35f8BqNrb6xTOFlxSqWHy9QWvQNYTyAKzRA9t6y1uIbSap3G6mjlizVOKI_HQfBI_e0m5ptILPFlzPVoOAKCkDeZnqgv7h7U9_EvkA5k7hQ54ShpPEXe7IuUE6bj8bqYcgXbu0BKbUfGQ/w640-h452/Brown1954-01p010.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIoHCOuwCZfhdpUrOuG363rWtR_o3QYNCWn4-4RRU8LlECnsLQlqFYd0nSkKg3fmFFno0dLKrfTVt1btNz02n22mb4-plfYWZd7TVv_8R_GfXz7xng7WWFzAhOKWLzmsf9Vms30yTQ0xjyJavVEv-iUvzcIVtsgUSPLlbQsbYeJywWflt6hTZijQLVWck/s3146/Brown1954-01p012.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2212" data-original-width="3146" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIoHCOuwCZfhdpUrOuG363rWtR_o3QYNCWn4-4RRU8LlECnsLQlqFYd0nSkKg3fmFFno0dLKrfTVt1btNz02n22mb4-plfYWZd7TVv_8R_GfXz7xng7WWFzAhOKWLzmsf9Vms30yTQ0xjyJavVEv-iUvzcIVtsgUSPLlbQsbYeJywWflt6hTZijQLVWck/w640-h450/Brown1954-01p012.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>White, Black, and Red all over, you've got to love the look of the magazine here with the neat use of the red ink to accent the photography and layout. Analog graphic design may have things to teach. Great pics of The Duke, The Count, and Lockjaw, and if you had a time machine this might be the sort of event you'd pick out to visit. Hell, it's nice just to visit in our magazine time machine. Ellington is in a class of his own, but Basie is up in that pantheon, too. (Darwination movie recommend, shout out Kansas City, <a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0079443/" target="_blank">The Last of the Blue Devils (1979)</a><br /></p><p>Next up, a survey of events affecting the black man in the armed forces. Interesting mention here of narcotics addiction following those who serve overseas home as well as quick mention of racial animosity within the services (swept under the rug?). Followed by an article on blacks captured in Korea - is the black man more vulnerable to enemy brainwashing? </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUQTamRRuS5pAztRQxkCsf8PUi9vxYyjwabD0dscLjDOZTilZcxwxZDQ8Q00-3_eEhFKIFPogeMVZbmDXtfkbh0q3nQ1tNfhqpJqK0swJDxppTN0W98E5YbEaUkji-T9-qSx3JOitAdw6Kb5L-vkIA8snk2pqB_f_Ank0kclywbW-WI4snDDeaRSdlio/s3238/Brown1954-01p018.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUQTamRRuS5pAztRQxkCsf8PUi9vxYyjwabD0dscLjDOZTilZcxwxZDQ8Q00-3_eEhFKIFPogeMVZbmDXtfkbh0q3nQ1tNfhqpJqK0swJDxppTN0W98E5YbEaUkji-T9-qSx3JOitAdw6Kb5L-vkIA8snk2pqB_f_Ank0kclywbW-WI4snDDeaRSdlio/s3238/Brown1954-01p018.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYnoV1gWWwHh11zuNMgpYpfFp2tgLrUbkrdPVUqg8JKmM61H9IOtXENCo4bVGBZixUH9NFTOfgBEat1g4e36mEJSTfLiIAeS8OrJtaZxO6EtbFQyMSp3jIXSQeoCo_0hd8XBcHsxZG9DxFfAq1k-tHpQ3JHJWNx9gFmVYkBExC3RVPGz7-IRj0iIYRvjk/s3152/Brown1954-01p014.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2194" data-original-width="3152" height="446" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYnoV1gWWwHh11zuNMgpYpfFp2tgLrUbkrdPVUqg8JKmM61H9IOtXENCo4bVGBZixUH9NFTOfgBEat1g4e36mEJSTfLiIAeS8OrJtaZxO6EtbFQyMSp3jIXSQeoCo_0hd8XBcHsxZG9DxFfAq1k-tHpQ3JHJWNx9gFmVYkBExC3RVPGz7-IRj0iIYRvjk/w640-h446/Brown1954-01p014.jpg" width="640" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIt1Sclzent4xJIGJNs18cgIgtUjJiHWhFyXOweTdyiY7VbgWQGibnTOc2u6VbaI2adGNbsqVuANA6KxPldABOR-mUeDX9MWeJmTAkNh68jazTQETfSug2S5iDjG036ShgvhcqsA0-S9tIcNvI99CtDygof6qs2vgDHVqaVSrOGiHuBRu6ylEccCJqq9Y/s3214/Brown1954-01p016.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2208" data-original-width="3214" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIt1Sclzent4xJIGJNs18cgIgtUjJiHWhFyXOweTdyiY7VbgWQGibnTOc2u6VbaI2adGNbsqVuANA6KxPldABOR-mUeDX9MWeJmTAkNh68jazTQETfSug2S5iDjG036ShgvhcqsA0-S9tIcNvI99CtDygof6qs2vgDHVqaVSrOGiHuBRu6ylEccCJqq9Y/w640-h440/Brown1954-01p016.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><img border="0" data-original-height="2176" data-original-width="3238" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUQTamRRuS5pAztRQxkCsf8PUi9vxYyjwabD0dscLjDOZTilZcxwxZDQ8Q00-3_eEhFKIFPogeMVZbmDXtfkbh0q3nQ1tNfhqpJqK0swJDxppTN0W98E5YbEaUkji-T9-qSx3JOitAdw6Kb5L-vkIA8snk2pqB_f_Ank0kclywbW-WI4snDDeaRSdlio/w640-h430/Brown1954-01p018.jpg" width="640" /></div><p><br />No doubt the commies like to use race as a divider in propaganda. Hell, both right wing and left wing politicians in the U.S.A. like to do this too. So these poor fuckers get out of miserable P.O.W. camps AND have to be under suspicion of red influence? Damn. Beating white COs in front of black prisoners to win them to your side? Damn.</p><p>After such depressing reportage, it's a good time to cut to cheesecake - </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSqWsvEPC00Kt8EYlkGSF0UDFI_JUh6JE57pWmMH1BHX7EEEKCyKdO6bh7Y5RZQQktQNddiXLw00y3QR9Gb3xvR7_nULTWjDmPV6-XcmsDmG-7lfSSCDiSjOZtAIwxd-l8RBDiixDNfOvGd73Eppv4yhSQ4b7TBx3koN0rL-kZZS1bLI8faspfbXAanoA/s3168/Brown1954-01p020.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2202" data-original-width="3168" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSqWsvEPC00Kt8EYlkGSF0UDFI_JUh6JE57pWmMH1BHX7EEEKCyKdO6bh7Y5RZQQktQNddiXLw00y3QR9Gb3xvR7_nULTWjDmPV6-XcmsDmG-7lfSSCDiSjOZtAIwxd-l8RBDiixDNfOvGd73Eppv4yhSQ4b7TBx3koN0rL-kZZS1bLI8faspfbXAanoA/w640-h444/Brown1954-01p020.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>A snake charmer at Club Savannah. Slither and hiss, yikes, mama</p><p>One more full story excerpt. It's not just white and black racial tension in New York, what about this influx of Peurto Ricans? And if you don't think there are some similar tensions today, you're crazy. Mexican work crews often get jacked on paydays here in Memphis - carrying cash, unlikely to report if illegal, not likely to be packing, but there's a racial component, too. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWU8PaYAC3385ekQ1ybcrdtiqe4ul99GWsN4HRvHWhcGveZwrwjMCprQRVqr8oQt-E8nQjEqAAmbHQngUIFovYJO_9nkCshpoMTh3hmFERQzrvgYIZNkqgeapprA-jNfx1jZEytMZz3F5z2nAfEcmS0QJqkCJPnu53OK008qRoRFWfQnjCt4mDlF3deEA/s3283/Brown1954-01p028.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWU8PaYAC3385ekQ1ybcrdtiqe4ul99GWsN4HRvHWhcGveZwrwjMCprQRVqr8oQt-E8nQjEqAAmbHQngUIFovYJO_9nkCshpoMTh3hmFERQzrvgYIZNkqgeapprA-jNfx1jZEytMZz3F5z2nAfEcmS0QJqkCJPnu53OK008qRoRFWfQnjCt4mDlF3deEA/s3283/Brown1954-01p028.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQV3pAL2OyKI4CpvgOL0d80Zu0FhP5ZwqSfGAMSVRfYN7HB4p6JYdSJDE-Oz9U0aavWdosAHsNeQiuh__S7g4nin9thH3S64n_WVfwVdqJxEVcRAX1tiLfbU1G54IUhuc1ID4qczMXbS6meoH-tKP4ijsaHELGdwTBt10z1z_N_2NPPd7XcAiBQE--Efc/s3255/Brown1954-01p026.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2206" data-original-width="3255" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQV3pAL2OyKI4CpvgOL0d80Zu0FhP5ZwqSfGAMSVRfYN7HB4p6JYdSJDE-Oz9U0aavWdosAHsNeQiuh__S7g4nin9thH3S64n_WVfwVdqJxEVcRAX1tiLfbU1G54IUhuc1ID4qczMXbS6meoH-tKP4ijsaHELGdwTBt10z1z_N_2NPPd7XcAiBQE--Efc/w640-h434/Brown1954-01p026.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><img border="0" data-original-height="2210" data-original-width="3283" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWU8PaYAC3385ekQ1ybcrdtiqe4ul99GWsN4HRvHWhcGveZwrwjMCprQRVqr8oQt-E8nQjEqAAmbHQngUIFovYJO_9nkCshpoMTh3hmFERQzrvgYIZNkqgeapprA-jNfx1jZEytMZz3F5z2nAfEcmS0QJqkCJPnu53OK008qRoRFWfQnjCt4mDlF3deEA/w640-h430/Brown1954-01p028.jpg" width="640" /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAB-d1jl9pGE5-tmzAgEc2s_7CSIhh_ymwk-rs_5UDtlRjk1E15A8nkhjFnrlf64cbkJGt4ll3vkr6Z8A-P4FYdIBG-YOt7VBPJaphQeM2H5GzhHdO2GNfhDtZPpA2dFozRYP2hedn9xTwFi6FYipHshoDEMUuxCHdjW5_fuSxhMnrFuj-RYYEfBrdLx8/s3227/Brown1954-01p030.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2195" data-original-width="3227" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAB-d1jl9pGE5-tmzAgEc2s_7CSIhh_ymwk-rs_5UDtlRjk1E15A8nkhjFnrlf64cbkJGt4ll3vkr6Z8A-P4FYdIBG-YOt7VBPJaphQeM2H5GzhHdO2GNfhDtZPpA2dFozRYP2hedn9xTwFi6FYipHshoDEMUuxCHdjW5_fuSxhMnrFuj-RYYEfBrdLx8/w640-h436/Brown1954-01p030.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br />With the 50th anniversary of hip-hop, there has been much "birth of hip-hop" docu material, and I am flabbergasted at footage of New York in the 70s. Of course, I don't know what Harlem looked like at the time compared to the Bronx, but here we see Harlem twenty years earlier. Today we see new tensions regarding immigration in New York what with a broken border and southern governors sending busloads. There are no easy answers, but perhaps an immigration bill is in order. Compromise? You know, sausage making and negotiating and the like? Fixing problems instead of stamping feet and taking ridiculous open border or no new immigrants stances? Just an idea. The wings have this country tied in knots, all posture and no progress. (sorry, I try not to get into too much politics here but sheeeeeeeit)</p><p>Also in the issue, black fraternities, Milt Campbell, Joe Louis, a Parisian hairdresser perfects hair straightening, Eartha Kitt, and more. Really a great mag with a fascinating perspective, I've got more of these we may see down the line. But that's true of so many titles, and I do like to stick and move pop pop pop</p><p>To the gods of love and the sun, Aissata on the back cover</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-gY90XTmVA6rDYJ9hSKtzEap32RGP7FB36gxMtdoyGop8jnhqw0palefsfNDSBc0QXwCfPlX82gvWSH-R1efKBbStMGpL2b9qZteT-loIWfZJLte5FZKXr7y6YloUc_LdsMRmr10v4iNoLbAACLS954inQ4ObaiFiPm_kCmQ_PViMKr2ygg8xsuxEmqE/s2142/Brown1954-01p068.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2142" data-original-width="1661" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-gY90XTmVA6rDYJ9hSKtzEap32RGP7FB36gxMtdoyGop8jnhqw0palefsfNDSBc0QXwCfPlX82gvWSH-R1efKBbStMGpL2b9qZteT-loIWfZJLte5FZKXr7y6YloUc_LdsMRmr10v4iNoLbAACLS954inQ4ObaiFiPm_kCmQ_PViMKr2ygg8xsuxEmqE/w496-h640/Brown1954-01p068.jpg" width="496" /></a></div><p><br /></p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-21607971930774282492023-09-07T12:05:00.005-07:002023-09-18T16:45:42.442-07:00Re-run? Re-Edit! The Killers #1, 1947 / L.B. Cole's Rogue Gallery<p>It's been too long between posts here, but I've been busy, dammit :D </p><p>Getting the kids off to school involved much travel, energy, and anticipation, and the first time with an empty nest in almost 20 years is something else, too. SO QUIET. Except for the hum of the scanner, whoop whoop.</p><p>Also distracting (and fun) has been my first foray into selling on eBay. Oh, the buying I'm well acquainted with, but this other side of the coin is a different ballgame. My regular readers have seen me make fun of collectors over the years (lacking a bit of self-awareness on my part, as I've come to realize, I, too, despite my preoccupation with filling out the scan record, am a collector). Now I've got a better view of what makes up another large part of the market (particularly the comic market) - the speculators. Flippers, slabbers, dealers that ride their reputation and customer base. These people deserve to be made fun of, too. And if you can't beat 'em, join em, eh? Hustle hustle. I'd rather sell to a collector than a speculator, but you know who I really like to have all the comics and the mags and the pulps? THE READER.<br /></p><p>Anyways, I don't know why I've taken so long to take stock of all the magazines, comics, and newspapers I've collected over the years, but every box I dig into is a surprise. An absolute wonderland in my closet (a big, overflowing closet, heh heh). Sure there's junk in there - wonderful junk. I've got magazines I couldn't sell for five bucks that I'm gripping to more tightly than some golden age and pulp treasures. It's proof that collecting for me is more of a sentimental thing. </p><p>In previous moves, I've witnessed the peace following a possessions purge. Do I really need all this shit? No. Am I going to part with my favorite girlie pulps? Hell no. But two kids in college is expensive (FOR REAL, don't get me started) and, by streamlining my collection, I can ease that pain ever so slightly and along the way flip old treasures into new ones, because it's not like I'm gonna stop tracking down scan targets. Scan hunter for life, baby.</p><p>But getting rid of books isn't so simple for a scanner. Every book I consider selling begs questions. Has this been scanned? What does that scan look like? A beautiful scan by somebody else makes this easy. I'm often happy to ship a book if I have a nice scan. No, a scan isn't the same as a book you can touch and feel and smell. On the other hand, you can read a scan on the toilet with greasy fingers, put a thousand of them on your phone, read them with the lights out, and they don't make your house smell like skunky pulp (a smell I love, my wife not so much) or litter your bed with pulp flakes. As a READER, scans have a lot to offer. It's sad in some ways, but I don't buy as many new books in print anymore. Digital is nice for a lot of things. Not to mention the paper waste, transportation costs, etc., involved in the analog process might be reduced in our ongoing societal shift. <br /></p><p>Still, the death of the magazine pains me. I love magazines. This thing I've studied for decades now and that I cherished before that is gone. My kids don't know about checking the mailbox for BMX magazines or thumbing through the family Newsweek or reading that issue I got at the record store of MRR for the third time. I'm going to celebrate all these things for my readers here, but that shit's gone. And I could type of the vapidity and current state of journalism (TEN THINGS I LIKE ABOUT THIS MOVIE - yeah, that's a title that'll suck me in you Gen Z stooge) but it's best I not go there. That Vonnegut paperback I read as teen, pages falling out, moisture stains all around? It's more precious to me than 99.9% of the books I own. Well, today, I'm likely reading a new "paperback" on a screen, never to hold the actual book in my hands. It's ok, I can do this. Art books and the like I still buy, and I'll buy physical copies to support authors or publishers (support living artists, yo), but the paper copies of books don't pile up like they used to, that's for sure. </p><p>When I used to travel as a young man - any town worth being in - two sites I'm going to see #1 the local record store (still do that) and #2 used booksellers (my wife learned over the years just to send me on my own during that portion of a trip zzz). Pre-internet, when I wanted to find books by favorite authors, it's not like you'd hit Google and have a bibliography. Maybe you'd get a hip recommendation from a friend or professor, more often you're looking at the first page of the book you have and the "books by this author" page trying to discover your next destination. Looking for more Ishmael Reed? Maybe a Jim Thomspon you didn't know about? The place I found that stuff was all over in little secondhand bookstores. A beautiful treasure hunt. Would I trade those old experiences for what we can do now and find almost any out of print print paperback dirt cheap, delivered to your door in two days? Nah. </p><p>Even better, with digital, I can lay hands on a book or magazine seconds after a random thought. As a historian and even just a reader, this is like a superpower. The way an agile digital historian can navigate through the golden age of comics right now is unprecedented or wander through covers and indicia of obscure magazines. Mind you, the record needs to be filled out for all of these publications that will never see the inside of a library, but that's what we are about on Darwination Scans isn't it. And if you consider yourself a collector and bearer of some of this arcane history (I'm talking to you, pulpsters), IT IS YOUR DUTY TO SEE THE RAREST PARTS OF YOUR COLLECTION SCANNED. I do not give a fuck if you have the most beautiful pulp collection with high grade covers or runs of magazines I've never even seen a copy of. I do appreciate your insights into these things, though. However, I'd appreciate the whole world's insights even more. These are our texts, and easy access means a wider understanding. Sure I can pontificate about the wonders of something like Duke magazine. And I will. But scanning my copy and putting it on the Internet Archive means everybody else can, too. And somebody else is that way going to write something brilliant about those magazines I'd never even think of. This paper is going to crumble (pulp and newsprint very quickly). If three guys have the last copies of a scarce 20s pulp, and that means those three are super valuable and there is hesitation to put it on the scanner glass, I get that. And yet, somebody has to see to it. One of those three guys, specifically. Sure, microfilm or some atrocious institutional scan might be out there, but we can do better than that. A photo scan if need be, but do consider that a good scan celebrates the art and legacy and is the best way to get next generations to understand the wonders of a the people's library. </p><p>Wow, did I get off track there *cough* Anyways, before I sell a book, I end up going through my scan or other people's scans and checking what the scan record shows. If a scan by somebody else can use a cover upgrade, I'll do that (like <a href="https://digitalcomicmuseum.com/index.php?dlid=17051" target="_blank">this one this week</a>, the copy that got scanned was lacking blue inks on the cover). Maybe if the existing scan is super small or otherwise not what it might be, I'll go ahead and scan my copy before I let it go. As I look back at my old scans, too, I see improvements that might be made. In some cases, as I'm upping these books to the Internet Archive (my shelf), I'll go back to the edited .tifs and release a higher resolution version, maybe tweak some colors, fill in pages that were missing, etc. Today's scan is one of those. This is a comic that I acquired from the Philippines in rough shape (very) with a big part of the front cover missing. Fortunately, I was able to use a Heritage image for the cover restore, but unfortunately the excellent two page text story from Gardner Fox was damaged. Now, with Worthpoint, a nice resource for a scanner these days, a friend was able to locate a low-res but readable image of the damaged page I was able to use to make the page complete. Looking at older scans can be tough for a self-critic, but this was pretty decent. I did perform a fresh color edit, though, from the original .tifs (taking some of the yellow out of the page color and tweaking colors and saturation here and there) and while I'm at it, offer higher quality images. I've done pretty well at staying ahead of the curve in terms of image quality (width people, width) compared to norms but nonetheless welcome higher quality images to go with the rising storage and bandwidth capabilities we have today over 15 years ago. Some of the earliest scans of rare comic books have to be redone. Not because of the poor scan but because of the way they were presented (dial-up, anyone?). Comic collectors have issues 😂 and the need to have small files for the purpose of a large, uniform archive probably wasn't the most forward looking approach to preservation. A pity when we are talking about valuable or, worse, scarce comics that will need to hit the glass again. Enough already out of me! Let's get to what you're here for - THE KILLERS</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEHUVAkMRv8xPlAoHmy2nkFh4o9RCV60iGgATRSeBRHs34d0-eaApZhHfvG4axmA_XhJXrPD5qU6uWuX0ObWzOaNfjgCIw_w-Hf1WDQjAYY48-ac2acErllp6nFc1uy2K_HrM4lxAOifuujigv_M_4dHecif3HaPdlie-tq7VDh-vCfYIDE93jUEJI68M/s2900/TheKillers01p01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2900" data-original-width="2044" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEHUVAkMRv8xPlAoHmy2nkFh4o9RCV60iGgATRSeBRHs34d0-eaApZhHfvG4axmA_XhJXrPD5qU6uWuX0ObWzOaNfjgCIw_w-Hf1WDQjAYY48-ac2acErllp6nFc1uy2K_HrM4lxAOifuujigv_M_4dHecif3HaPdlie-tq7VDh-vCfYIDE93jUEJI68M/w452-h640/TheKillers01p01.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><p></p><p>A better look at the cover <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53168361688/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">here</a>. <br /></p><p>L.B. Cole, 1947. A rouges' gallery, bodies stacked high in the foreground. I don't know if I've talked about Cole here on my blog before, but he was an absolute genius. What he does with color and composition, man. I've been working on a gallery (working mainly from auction house images, I can't afford his classics) that you can peep <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/albums/72177720307794063" target="_blank">here</a>, more additions to come.</p><p>Get the high-res comic scan straight from the horse's mouth (signed with scanner tag) <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/nmb59o7kwdm2sr1/The_Killers_01_%25281947.Magazine_Enterprises%2529_%2528upgrade%2529_%2528KILLER_DREGS%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /></p><p>or you can view it online or download alternate formats at the Internet Archive <a href="https://archive.org/details/the-killers-01-1947.-magazine-enterprises-darwin-ia" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p>From Magazine Enterprises in 1947, this issue is a notorious example of Pre-code mayhem. On Overstreet's top ten list of crime issues, this is one of the comics your mama warned you about, violent filth! yassssss</p><p>I'll post the Gardner Fox story since that's the reason for the re-edit. Text repair is a bitch (just ask my fellow pulp scanners if you really want to know), but sometimes necessary for completing a story or reconstructing an indicia. This particular story is a great example of a well-done two pager. These stories could be horrible, often went unread, and are little appreciated. However, there's some good ones yet to be "discovered" too. Gardner Fox was prolific with these and provided thousands of text stories in the comics (and I do wish his wiki I've linked there gave a little more weight to his pulp work). Sometimes these two pagers would be at the centerfold, sometimes elsewhere. I <u>really</u> like this approach with the story on the inner front and back cover (prime advertising space, I know). Hopefully this is easily readable in Blogger's image system, but doubtful, grr.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBgGcXHtDvQgj3zpl78CzJKUD9BJqFpvMIkIVuf_20-OQV6YmSGoRr26m-LTzLWhtkBsxy3WKnzAkbGk_N_RBBLXpj8rn9NRfriV6CafX1rRKenM-KhIVqyJAo83ZaFIv8XfeBixXXYHUZirUD9O5mcNx0mwIyzbWrgNN_Pt1SFUNldwi87W3HY6Xrp3g/s3068/TheKillers01p02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3068" data-original-width="2177" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBgGcXHtDvQgj3zpl78CzJKUD9BJqFpvMIkIVuf_20-OQV6YmSGoRr26m-LTzLWhtkBsxy3WKnzAkbGk_N_RBBLXpj8rn9NRfriV6CafX1rRKenM-KhIVqyJAo83ZaFIv8XfeBixXXYHUZirUD9O5mcNx0mwIyzbWrgNN_Pt1SFUNldwi87W3HY6Xrp3g/w454-h640/TheKillers01p02.jpg" width="454" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvvTFBNmXVv6Y4UecgUSewunyYSoCcmxJUAds1rpVHxst2zgGJLSEtKZ_3goadC7Wm-kXr14ir6n4VrEbcsYe2MK6meXzn1ArdkOedojaU9znPy-4DLNd1s7fTZzZOvbmRj341O8mOgU6ACstw0kaTgLENcqofLIRl6hdr7sc8AwXHxWBggy4AR8M4cps/s3040/TheKillers01p35.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3040" data-original-width="2081" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvvTFBNmXVv6Y4UecgUSewunyYSoCcmxJUAds1rpVHxst2zgGJLSEtKZ_3goadC7Wm-kXr14ir6n4VrEbcsYe2MK6meXzn1ArdkOedojaU9znPy-4DLNd1s7fTZzZOvbmRj341O8mOgU6ACstw0kaTgLENcqofLIRl6hdr7sc8AwXHxWBggy4AR8M4cps/w438-h640/TheKillers01p35.jpg" width="438" /></a></div><p> The lead story, Mr. Zin - The Hatchet Killer from Paul Parker, a violent take on the Yellow Menace.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGdbRVqPBKQvM4xmnxVM1PQ3UiPnfwiHvuETCjQ0c0nTcvY7nfmPgTzwv5OqN_dBr3sTRnj2yp6wKQqoQpYQSZxNt0G8tNU3gs4gcQw5WderbBbbvWizdLTbdppZfxkQYjDvDALEYTIV6x25KXRyi7f64hOzXDcuBsp721OPzEEr6txUJPHeOC6djDYT0/s2877/TheKillers01p03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2877" data-original-width="2061" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGdbRVqPBKQvM4xmnxVM1PQ3UiPnfwiHvuETCjQ0c0nTcvY7nfmPgTzwv5OqN_dBr3sTRnj2yp6wKQqoQpYQSZxNt0G8tNU3gs4gcQw5WderbBbbvWizdLTbdppZfxkQYjDvDALEYTIV6x25KXRyi7f64hOzXDcuBsp721OPzEEr6txUJPHeOC6djDYT0/w458-h640/TheKillers01p03.jpg" width="458" /></a></div><p>A better look <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53168380798/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p>A member at the <a href="https://digitalcomicmuseum.com/" target="_blank">Digital Comics Museum</a> remarked this week on this comic, "Very well done comic, but so violent and racist by today’s standards!" Yes, indeed. And I think it was even by then standards, as Dr. Wertham gives it mention in his <a href="https://archive.org/details/dli.ernet.449320/mode/2up" target="_blank">Seduction of the Innocent</a>. However, we aren't about throwing the baby out with the bathwater when it comes to the comics, pulps, and magazines of yesteryear, and I'm sure I'll find a much more offensive example than this one to occasion a deep dive on that topic 😅<br /></p><p>If a hatchet to the head or running down cops isn't enough, how about a little flagellation, that Dr. Zin is a bad, bad man.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGe6MCTjBqwQaMJbrLRnms5QXkqh8Ld119zRE_uxDZ3ghc05POdKE6ux1-Q40zssLIkiSySc2q_R0T3lJDhhfZ-xyY3jLv-EWLsXsB8K7R3pxEJxgBkN_0C-zbL9ytIc9a9aGhGetea3-zr3ggMg_T0KzQaEgSezpJv4JdYw1xV7ECUoFMSUbZse4gJ0Q/s2824/TheKillers01p08.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2824" data-original-width="2022" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGe6MCTjBqwQaMJbrLRnms5QXkqh8Ld119zRE_uxDZ3ghc05POdKE6ux1-Q40zssLIkiSySc2q_R0T3lJDhhfZ-xyY3jLv-EWLsXsB8K7R3pxEJxgBkN_0C-zbL9ytIc9a9aGhGetea3-zr3ggMg_T0KzQaEgSezpJv4JdYw1xV7ECUoFMSUbZse4gJ0Q/w458-h640/TheKillers01p08.jpg" width="458" /></a></div><br />I like the weird villain in the third entry, Poison Claw Killer, artist unknown<p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrm5TGb75cbLhKP-2ou_C9EcMHAgXnsDD4RJxNlDcAYR9uY0YsYDG-eKl0BxSrM1WpbCG_uYnqHYXfumZ_2aFvdIHdqeI2UylYGPVflkZPMPbv-4_7IoQfl7UVbRTV_8zlp1q-tJATAYA0jCbJx9ZxUeuY2pHmxGTy-mp-Od9HeakkIOgCBWlmrBhNvo/s1897/The%20Killers%2001%20p16%20Poison%20Claw%20Killer%20masthead.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="674" data-original-width="1897" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrm5TGb75cbLhKP-2ou_C9EcMHAgXnsDD4RJxNlDcAYR9uY0YsYDG-eKl0BxSrM1WpbCG_uYnqHYXfumZ_2aFvdIHdqeI2UylYGPVflkZPMPbv-4_7IoQfl7UVbRTV_8zlp1q-tJATAYA0jCbJx9ZxUeuY2pHmxGTy-mp-Od9HeakkIOgCBWlmrBhNvo/w640-h228/The%20Killers%2001%20p16%20Poison%20Claw%20Killer%20masthead.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikWD-XBLVEPjdEZNxor2o4FVbMTYUPNtOBtktbcl_-Qr1P2AwRmy1L8Hj6OyXid6mv0d_NsDGCpXd9-m-EbF54elW3Kuxcas7g2bwMEW74QLD-ocLeiA1fO2E6JnwvVOXBQZ4nTAQQOZ0W9OjKLax9ix5OyX2O_6LQjv6iGKlbCkabOs2mS4gzei06qLI/s2820/TheKillers01p18.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2820" data-original-width="1999" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikWD-XBLVEPjdEZNxor2o4FVbMTYUPNtOBtktbcl_-Qr1P2AwRmy1L8Hj6OyXid6mv0d_NsDGCpXd9-m-EbF54elW3Kuxcas7g2bwMEW74QLD-ocLeiA1fO2E6JnwvVOXBQZ4nTAQQOZ0W9OjKLax9ix5OyX2O_6LQjv6iGKlbCkabOs2mS4gzei06qLI/w454-h640/TheKillers01p18.jpg" width="454" /></a></div><p>A better look <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53167307187/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p>And even if there's some racism and stereotyping in this type of comic, check the awareness of the realities. The third entry, from Charles Quinlan (who I dig), in They Tricked the Schoolgirl's Killer! pretty succinctly shows the plight of the black man.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3NekvqCaXrpOdPPi2YpT5oqdKhUoL1-BMRsagald3tZBhNl_1B90AEbi9k5KwX5SKaOL43JRIZG9h2tS7yZbNKT9dZXXijrOhMjXtQBxIcQBfx7UYpcWbBD137D-LYcC0xGRCA1OIpJKnHkuqwaYFteYJb8BQlVqSRL5TBA_ybdISIDDLHQQ_OpcCF7M/s2745/TheKillers01p22.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2745" data-original-width="1983" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3NekvqCaXrpOdPPi2YpT5oqdKhUoL1-BMRsagald3tZBhNl_1B90AEbi9k5KwX5SKaOL43JRIZG9h2tS7yZbNKT9dZXXijrOhMjXtQBxIcQBfx7UYpcWbBD137D-LYcC0xGRCA1OIpJKnHkuqwaYFteYJb8BQlVqSRL5TBA_ybdISIDDLHQQ_OpcCF7M/w462-h640/TheKillers01p22.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRrtPlZOK6ihVjL-iU9RBLRJrufFdD-BpCXwHN7U2EHoGJXlyfYstkDH6ffrr3OJlAX5XdX9oFidwA8-MT0RUtnNBzld1DF657G33lh6VqnFgY9Nq3bmxUImM2XfUEbfDWsDC_54Ldgo3wHUQ3JaFxapICl-aRuVBtfAYW2DzRtVAL5FfNM8bZSlD_lds/s2751/TheKillers01p23.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2751" data-original-width="2004" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRrtPlZOK6ihVjL-iU9RBLRJrufFdD-BpCXwHN7U2EHoGJXlyfYstkDH6ffrr3OJlAX5XdX9oFidwA8-MT0RUtnNBzld1DF657G33lh6VqnFgY9Nq3bmxUImM2XfUEbfDWsDC_54Ldgo3wHUQ3JaFxapICl-aRuVBtfAYW2DzRtVAL5FfNM8bZSlD_lds/w466-h640/TheKillers01p23.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><p>Of course, Black Ace never gets mentioned in the story again after that LMAO, sigh.</p><p>And, lastly, there's the fun Ace High, Private Eye story from Vernon Henkel in which a very strange villain meets a loopy end. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC1dfq3MyKqpYj7v1LpJfpn5RN7_aTCRmy5bpKrsrxtcRPnPY5lj-N0PbEit98wG1XYdKRP0Fql4yKE26wGBK238H_d2Cw5F7AUDWppr2iN7IosO1HG1J-_-ltFmF7uVU3xhvrQOHxocectjRHlQcqDCcB92NrjOqagl4o8exCWm2s2gbEASlxDHYmPho/s2811/TheKillers01p28.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2811" data-original-width="2003" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC1dfq3MyKqpYj7v1LpJfpn5RN7_aTCRmy5bpKrsrxtcRPnPY5lj-N0PbEit98wG1XYdKRP0Fql4yKE26wGBK238H_d2Cw5F7AUDWppr2iN7IosO1HG1J-_-ltFmF7uVU3xhvrQOHxocectjRHlQcqDCcB92NrjOqagl4o8exCWm2s2gbEASlxDHYmPho/w456-h640/TheKillers01p28.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><p></p><p>Anyways, enjoy the comic. I know I enjoyed returning to it, and I'm happy to have a new version out with the complete Fox text story.</p><p>I'm not going to do this often (and doubt I'll have the occasion to so neatly), but the physical copy I worked from can be yours on eBay in all it's tattered glory right <a href="https://www.ebay.com/itm/134714037997" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p>Man, I need to do this more often, as I've enjoyed myself this morning. Blogging is a funny thing, as the inspiration comes and goes. Just sitting down at the typewriter is the first and hardest step for me, I don't know why.<br /></p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-21634533778271876622023-08-08T21:48:00.012-07:002023-08-12T10:00:00.562-07:00Wild Cherries v01n03, October 1933 / Worth Carnahan Pt. 4, Publisher<p>Continuing our series on Worth Carnahan tonight here at Darwin Scans, a rarity - the third issue of one of the more outrageously named magazines of the day, Wild Cherries.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgP0UsGAUd1qKaz0-emPZBohCeUj12HbDUEERxvsUrn8b8wg_Wwje7L80YIZPXwEnMyrOFLoEc7WJTNMKOQ-X33Kf_aXTAn4mUZnARzt942DNoO6iYT9h0Zee69gCkh5c7hfnDGljXb3svHxyszovxYRm8WUkxuTEBdB7cpUzLAzhOLpcsabAvPODtCqI/s5957/WildCherries1933-10Image%200000a%20cover%20Carnahan%20(Darwin%20EDIT).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5957" data-original-width="4080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgP0UsGAUd1qKaz0-emPZBohCeUj12HbDUEERxvsUrn8b8wg_Wwje7L80YIZPXwEnMyrOFLoEc7WJTNMKOQ-X33Kf_aXTAn4mUZnARzt942DNoO6iYT9h0Zee69gCkh5c7hfnDGljXb3svHxyszovxYRm8WUkxuTEBdB7cpUzLAzhOLpcsabAvPODtCqI/w438-h640/WildCherries1933-10Image%200000a%20cover%20Carnahan%20(Darwin%20EDIT).jpg" width="438" /></a></div><p></p><p>Get a closer look at the cover <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53078123593/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">at Flickr</a>.<br /></p><p>Get the full high-res scan here: <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/938qtxr1r4ejwj3/Wild_Cherries_v01n03_%25281933-10.Publications_Service_Syndicate%2529_%2528Darwination%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">Wild Cherries v01n03 (1933-10.Publications Service Syndicate) (Darwination).cbr</a></p><p>or you can read online or download alternate formats at the Internet Archive <a href="https://archive.org/details/wild-cherries-v-01n-03-1933-10.-publications-service-syndicate-darwination-ia" target="_blank">here</a>. <br /></p><p>In earlier posts, we had <a href="http://darwinscans.blogspot.com/2014/05/spice-o-life-v01n01-april-1926-worth.html" target="_blank">an introduction to Worth Carnahan in a look at some of his work with the Bohemia group for Joey Burten</a>, <a href="http://darwinscans.blogspot.com/2023/03/joy-stories-v01n03-february-1930-worth.html" target="_blank">we took a look at his covers for some of Harry Donenfeld's earliest girlies</a>, and looked at <a href="http://darwinscans.blogspot.com/2023/03/beer-v01n01-june-1932-worth-carnahan-pt.html" target="_blank">Beer, a pamphlet Carnahan published as part of the We Want Beer movement</a>.</p><p><br /></p><p>Beer was published in June 1932, and Wild Cherries, which Carnahan seems to recall as his lone but failed solo adventure in magazine publishing, began with the first issue in Summer of 1933 and would run four issues until December of the same year. I'd note that Carnahan had other pots on the stove as well at the time, as he produced a illustrated pamphlet in 1932 for Franklin D. Roosevelt and also did freelance cover work for other magazine titles like Hot-Cha and Honeymoon Tales. In fact when it comes to his involvement in Wild Cherries, I was somewhat surprised to see how little of the art in this third issue (besides the distinctive covers) is Carnahan's. Conversely, I do get the sense that the excellent layout and design work is completely his handiwork. It's very possible that more of his own art is in some of the other issues, though. Before we explore the third issue I've scanned for this post, let's get the other three covers up to complete the gallery. These first two images come from <a href="https://waterfowlstampsandmore.com/worth-b-carnahan-girlie-pulps-trout-stamps-part-one/" target="_blank">waterfowlstampsandmore's excellent series on Carnahan</a> from the vantage of his later career designing stamps for the state of Tennessee and the last one is likely an eBay image. <br /></p><p>Wild Cherries 1933-Summer v01n01.Publications Service Syndicate cover Worth B. Carnahan </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuQRSImxOJX1QQG88SKkMfxuoaYq8q0KuVhaT2U_HDSwa06d_pzNbcg0igx5KibtZDRyOxLglzgOO52Q3AqyGmpOuBltJm550SEI_0HuDWLB1_ObVBeOpNhimpU86k8UrqEMN5_KyAcNMadnoEP4Z_cYT5qspLtDOIBofn11XmABzqN2sQfmIv6TA6CKE/s6118/Wild%20Cherries%201933-Summer%20v01n01.Publications%20Service%20Syndicate%20cover%20Carnahan%20via%20waterfowlstampsandmore.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6118" data-original-width="4318" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuQRSImxOJX1QQG88SKkMfxuoaYq8q0KuVhaT2U_HDSwa06d_pzNbcg0igx5KibtZDRyOxLglzgOO52Q3AqyGmpOuBltJm550SEI_0HuDWLB1_ObVBeOpNhimpU86k8UrqEMN5_KyAcNMadnoEP4Z_cYT5qspLtDOIBofn11XmABzqN2sQfmIv6TA6CKE/w452-h640/Wild%20Cherries%201933-Summer%20v01n01.Publications%20Service%20Syndicate%20cover%20Carnahan%20via%20waterfowlstampsandmore.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><p>Sometimes older varieties of dirty jokes can escape the modern reader, but there's not much mystery that a little magazine named Wild Cherries is going to be naughty. The orchard and orchard walls feature prominently in the art of French magazine La Vie Parisienne which was a great influence on Carnahan. The fruits of spring, the privacy of the boughs - no doubt the orchard is a ripe locale for a little bawdy behavior. The logo design is so good, Carnahan uses it through all four issues. </p><p>Wild Cherries 1933-09 v01n02.Publications Service Syndicate cover Worth B. Carnahan<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQ8eIto-m8_Dm7YnTrLJnWzJS0hX8gYLqNiyQ6nHktYAdbmyeEL27hGNTfDnEC_43GAQ4XNR75kVmoIjv0OA-YZaOysDA81_rwFsrSWZPheruICGMuZ4Ksd_g2SvbpOD2uL7LxdOxRwaSrC-ZQV2bqOH2A5HZ2yXcQz8VgWM_DWLLRYmVuiDt_ymG5BE/s6350/Wild%20Cherries%201933-09%20v01n02.Publications%20Service%20Syndicate%20cover%20Carnahan%20via%20waterfowlstampsandmore.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6350" data-original-width="4430" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQ8eIto-m8_Dm7YnTrLJnWzJS0hX8gYLqNiyQ6nHktYAdbmyeEL27hGNTfDnEC_43GAQ4XNR75kVmoIjv0OA-YZaOysDA81_rwFsrSWZPheruICGMuZ4Ksd_g2SvbpOD2uL7LxdOxRwaSrC-ZQV2bqOH2A5HZ2yXcQz8VgWM_DWLLRYmVuiDt_ymG5BE/w446-h640/Wild%20Cherries%201933-09%20v01n02.Publications%20Service%20Syndicate%20cover%20Carnahan%20via%20waterfowlstampsandmore.jpg" width="446" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The lass on the second issue offers pie, easily my favorite of the run. A crest, a trophy dame in a pink nightie, and a rolling pin, all arranged atop a basket and what better way to enjoy cherries.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wild Cherries 1933-12 v01n04.Publications Press Syndicate cover Worth B. Carnahan <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPGLMBATc1yYErmYcdfuO185-lOnBWsRHNLL4HC_EX9U4DCRPM8e6V6KfMYlohU5Bi-1cR-s9mfJFqHzIjbWOk0Wk_zw9my4vR99IncZE9wvAwG2JEYwb1FTGYwtjbs0Ambyb381jItlBc8ytc-zeW_9cZU1sBo_uGTPwEA-sw5ZZJkyvSno9kGqyLE40/s1133/Wild%20Cherries%201933-12%20v01n04.Publications%20Press%20Syndicate%20cover%20Carnahan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1133" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPGLMBATc1yYErmYcdfuO185-lOnBWsRHNLL4HC_EX9U4DCRPM8e6V6KfMYlohU5Bi-1cR-s9mfJFqHzIjbWOk0Wk_zw9my4vR99IncZE9wvAwG2JEYwb1FTGYwtjbs0Ambyb381jItlBc8ytc-zeW_9cZU1sBo_uGTPwEA-sw5ZZJkyvSno9kGqyLE40/w452-h640/Wild%20Cherries%201933-12%20v01n04.Publications%20Press%20Syndicate%20cover%20Carnahan.jpg" width="452" /></a></div></div><p>The Repeal Number, things are popping now, New York City. The hangover might have been too much, as this was the last issue. </p><p>But let's take a look inside, shall we? While this magazine often gets identified as a girlie pulp (due no doubt to Carnahan's covers), I'd term it a humor mag or humor digest, as there is little fiction (though I do like Lois Haines' Love Strategy at the end of the issue), little photography, and the mag is made up almost completely of gag cartoons and jokes. Still, the use of spot design and illustration points to Carnahan's layout work on Burten's Follies and Artist and Models Magazine, and there's that art deco feel of the 20s magazines running throughout.</p><p>Let's kick it off straight from the editor's pen. WBC is looking for some more audience interaction (key in getting a magazine following) but also sees a new day. A new regime is at the helm, and Prohibition is done for. But the blues, man, you have to chase those away with a smile. 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="689" data-original-width="2333" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9VfzhYe-jBJ0Vlodb7QBDxpH4OWsPlv_1qcnk-BtHFNru1zG8OI4nqMIPRtAsMehgbse1IMy3lS4OT15Be9CTfCgOnSRokdgh9j2zUNZYyyp0u-afyW62Ej6di77T04M60-K8C1p3360I7U7pjYeF2sk6Y83NziEyfHv_EiO-eUeTgLmw9LKV2zYeSjc/w640-h190/WildCherries1933-10Image%200013%20CROP.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>I think Mable is about to school him.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hqBLRzgOS8eyRv5D3IvzlGO4rqZBlzc7NgZx5RUXMJpTNak5zno4R4kJt1pnvh2fNjAHM7C659SoZQohyzMCPdFnJ5u-UDqwzEaSepbb865Udyd4ydr4KkBp9LElO7R6xB8Z8DDKvYfe8_RZc50A7-blY0DKxHEAEuEtggX_RBzkHpzuq4UXXhBUdoE/s2538/WildCherries1933-10Image%200019%20CROP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2538" data-original-width="2280" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hqBLRzgOS8eyRv5D3IvzlGO4rqZBlzc7NgZx5RUXMJpTNak5zno4R4kJt1pnvh2fNjAHM7C659SoZQohyzMCPdFnJ5u-UDqwzEaSepbb865Udyd4ydr4KkBp9LElO7R6xB8Z8DDKvYfe8_RZc50A7-blY0DKxHEAEuEtggX_RBzkHpzuq4UXXhBUdoE/w574-h640/WildCherries1933-10Image%200019%20CROP.jpg" width="574" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1tN-IHJFv8HpAcABz56PieuuNxJHTy0IR-KCfHU7HPwrB2pbRzDC6JpUwrPaZdCGVh2PBNqniBkf809ZBwS5oTblaUYIlQg1TXQTEO-835TNNYg27qdloLzCltU-FTrGTDkIPEwo5gfEEiC1RxL0NIOECdD7tf2mU_E9JnVfUmoz4xVODG5wMV8E-f0/s1163/WildCherries1933-10Image%200020%20CROP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1163" data-original-width="1145" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1tN-IHJFv8HpAcABz56PieuuNxJHTy0IR-KCfHU7HPwrB2pbRzDC6JpUwrPaZdCGVh2PBNqniBkf809ZBwS5oTblaUYIlQg1TXQTEO-835TNNYg27qdloLzCltU-FTrGTDkIPEwo5gfEEiC1RxL0NIOECdD7tf2mU_E9JnVfUmoz4xVODG5wMV8E-f0/w394-h400/WildCherries1933-10Image%200020%20CROP.jpg" width="394" /></a></div><p>My favorite page in the magazine. The flapper is totally adorable. Can anybody help me out with an ID? It's a pretty distinctive signature, but I can't make it out. He did a number of the cartoons in the issue with a unique style. The grinning moon is excellent.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQU2oLhlwrqbPqh0O1kUy9a-XSTPlfJPYMlEz05sfLPYIvhvmTWYzM3Gb729ZEnXjbX1337LObB6eczQObdhapu1frc3cyNxCweAdeFrSx_Gva5n9cueuoYICLGzoyZybZiiZ48D8nRi2EMe_d3iMnGPY7xHcy0xeTfH0VKaKqk7cQ-0uIwb5QpeBDz1o/s3751/WildCherries1933-10Image%200029.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3751" data-original-width="2642" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQU2oLhlwrqbPqh0O1kUy9a-XSTPlfJPYMlEz05sfLPYIvhvmTWYzM3Gb729ZEnXjbX1337LObB6eczQObdhapu1frc3cyNxCweAdeFrSx_Gva5n9cueuoYICLGzoyZybZiiZ48D8nRi2EMe_d3iMnGPY7xHcy0xeTfH0VKaKqk7cQ-0uIwb5QpeBDz1o/w450-h640/WildCherries1933-10Image%200029.jpg" width="450" /></a></div><p>get <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53076352411/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">a better look at Flickr</a></p><p>and no surprise with Carnahan at the helm, a neat puzzle page, and adorned by cuties <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_RZDowMFPXXIZzZ7NtCeMdYEi2_Z-lJGHvVjw8IF3f06xUJY6qDKFXlKO80Y4ZLOCztELUygSlJEamp9KIf3KNL15CS94iP-hgZkVxgBKp92VSPSYMfB2So3_U3T4qJ5SxWu5U3WlEcRc-o8xYEpwikcxm9PFZyxz2cF4DCCO3wNjBdr4hquGRZXy64A/s3735/WildCherries1933-10Image%200038.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3735" data-original-width="2626" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_RZDowMFPXXIZzZ7NtCeMdYEi2_Z-lJGHvVjw8IF3f06xUJY6qDKFXlKO80Y4ZLOCztELUygSlJEamp9KIf3KNL15CS94iP-hgZkVxgBKp92VSPSYMfB2So3_U3T4qJ5SxWu5U3WlEcRc-o8xYEpwikcxm9PFZyxz2cF4DCCO3wNjBdr4hquGRZXy64A/w450-h640/WildCherries1933-10Image%200038.jpg" width="450" /></a></div><p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53078133808/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">at Flickr</a></p><p>A signed Carnahan single column spot illo that kicks off a recollection of a wild night in the nightclubs of Harlem full of drink and other forbidden excitements, a walk on the wild side. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrnSEjNLcjluXr0FyYn_zbH5aMXc-5K1dti3O5JvsD-u6ktje6Of-MPwBDuzWk-Yw0Yv5tz6qZl_158j2tANmbFHyNwMrPajMCwod4uZC3cl1U07kTEG9c2cC1UkqY1YI7UOkBiPokPjDIeiXkLuZhoa2Ls0yACA3mA3v4xw4RS7R_RuTwyhxb3fg95Z8/s990/WildCherries1933-10Image%200040%20CROP%20Carnahan%20illo%20Harlem%20Nites.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="523" data-original-width="990" height="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrnSEjNLcjluXr0FyYn_zbH5aMXc-5K1dti3O5JvsD-u6ktje6Of-MPwBDuzWk-Yw0Yv5tz6qZl_158j2tANmbFHyNwMrPajMCwod4uZC3cl1U07kTEG9c2cC1UkqY1YI7UOkBiPokPjDIeiXkLuZhoa2Ls0yACA3mA3v4xw4RS7R_RuTwyhxb3fg95Z8/w640-h338/WildCherries1933-10Image%200040%20CROP%20Carnahan%20illo%20Harlem%20Nites.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>This time the sun is grinning at the moon.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeyDkaWJqXAa2uMLjNnGWwosbW-gk94XhQJVQHfAkfj3krZ6-lU3RgZiSPYTGFtW5QwcVf3DqJ5BOBAfPLqa_9zyKTk2P6jmRngcYajnA2_CqYss3eRg1DNmIZhkfbtubceCWKKkIZZ0mgvCuQSPUlBBAVDZzhIlV_fxq-cLW50H91rhiU7sF6DlgJU-k/s3709/WildCherries1933-10Image%200051.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3709" data-original-width="2637" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeyDkaWJqXAa2uMLjNnGWwosbW-gk94XhQJVQHfAkfj3krZ6-lU3RgZiSPYTGFtW5QwcVf3DqJ5BOBAfPLqa_9zyKTk2P6jmRngcYajnA2_CqYss3eRg1DNmIZhkfbtubceCWKKkIZZ0mgvCuQSPUlBBAVDZzhIlV_fxq-cLW50H91rhiU7sF6DlgJU-k/w456-h640/WildCherries1933-10Image%200051.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53077634681/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">at Flickr</a>.</p><p>What Fools These Mortals Be. The ice-Man cometh, beware ye travelling men. What a lovely frame for a dirty joke, a capacity for the ribald and the elegant in the same package.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqGm9tDzMqB6Vs-ONGmvUiAZ5cjwFSqaFZVViBxDWLSafkNHY1St2St_9xSNWxEfqzweNe5hMlo0gAb_2iz3COE2HlR3ur5MgmN45gq-pemVwt7vaKnJYc_x4cWHgw2HSV3dKKM9nkg-nNGFXDo1zFu4szbXIrLtSpQT2YqmMitbUeCMjQEUqW1IIhYQ/s3813/WildCherries1933-10Image%200052.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3813" data-original-width="2627" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqGm9tDzMqB6Vs-ONGmvUiAZ5cjwFSqaFZVViBxDWLSafkNHY1St2St_9xSNWxEfqzweNe5hMlo0gAb_2iz3COE2HlR3ur5MgmN45gq-pemVwt7vaKnJYc_x4cWHgw2HSV3dKKM9nkg-nNGFXDo1zFu4szbXIrLtSpQT2YqmMitbUeCMjQEUqW1IIhYQ/w440-h640/WildCherries1933-10Image%200052.jpg" width="440" /></a></div><p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53078133813/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">at Flickr</a>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMW3C3HV4CuILXN9z1ANKO011v77M0Q-WvyeXqW4iIF_3Z39I8a_iqYyPIS9bV6GhXYADyCES65C7v2-DVaLbR710gsGwBbtD7GU8txaADYfGbtfHKnVck0UHV9NyzwVGtlvPK0aL60xCD_pxQpF1HrMsD1s3qztvgyUQd450NO_FMjn9xU2CsaxrPkQ/s2136/WildCherries1933-10Image%200055%20CROP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1684" data-original-width="2136" height="504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMW3C3HV4CuILXN9z1ANKO011v77M0Q-WvyeXqW4iIF_3Z39I8a_iqYyPIS9bV6GhXYADyCES65C7v2-DVaLbR710gsGwBbtD7GU8txaADYfGbtfHKnVck0UHV9NyzwVGtlvPK0aL60xCD_pxQpF1HrMsD1s3qztvgyUQd450NO_FMjn9xU2CsaxrPkQ/w640-h504/WildCherries1933-10Image%200055%20CROP.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>A delightful magazine, and I'd love to get scans or copies of the other issues. More Carnahan investigations on the blog to come, likely traipsing around a bit. I do want to do his FDR pamphlet which I was amazed I was able to track down, but I'm missing the top half of the front cover. I'm hoping for a complete scan and have some other Carnahan works to scan in the meantime when while I try and track the cover and inside front cover down. And 100 other projects, but you know how it is in scanland, a playground that just gets bigger and bigger.</p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-43093955433284570682023-08-05T23:41:00.005-07:002023-08-06T12:49:36.813-07:00Film International, 1975 / Stan Lee Goes Hollywood<p>Thought I'd cut short the long ass pulp I've been scanning tonight and do a quick post of an excellent but forgotten magazine, Film International.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDj-IflE0EWQfdPVcRVbehMgdPlt024Z9rCdUs1d9_ZWTl-hkht8q2CcGpWIM55ebJZhcd5fpAOYMaRvKuBu4j2ZFm4gK-mtdpqoOxmlmBnDPb3Ugey3vKjWrEUbAI-yFlF-HVbNqdE7f3RSRgCNYoq0uYPE_wVeGP2AKju-9BdrhcqVLU4-uZvtE4bM/s793/Film%20International%201-4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="793" data-original-width="599" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDj-IflE0EWQfdPVcRVbehMgdPlt024Z9rCdUs1d9_ZWTl-hkht8q2CcGpWIM55ebJZhcd5fpAOYMaRvKuBu4j2ZFm4gK-mtdpqoOxmlmBnDPb3Ugey3vKjWrEUbAI-yFlF-HVbNqdE7f3RSRgCNYoq0uYPE_wVeGP2AKju-9BdrhcqVLU4-uZvtE4bM/w485-h640/Film%20International%201-4.jpg" width="485" /></a></div> <p></p><p>I suppose I came to this magazine for the same reason that most will hunt it down right here, as this is a publication from Stan Lee a couple of years after O.G. Martin Goodman stepped away from publishing in the early 70s after having sold Magazine Management after a long and varied career in pulps, magazines, and comics. McCoy and I were recruited to scan and edit these (and other) mags back when as an offshoot of the Timely-Atlas project. You know, just send the package, and we'll take care of the rest, heh heh. </p><p>Seeing as how the mags have never really migrated from whatever piratical recesses into wider circulation, I've put em up at the Internet Archive where they rightfully belong as artifacts of 70s cinema<u>,</u> a unique decade in cinema where a lot of barriers seemed to come down in film. The lines between art, entertainment, and pornography were blurred, and there was a feeling that cinema was GOING SOMEWHERE NEW. Old Hollywood was giving way to new stars and a new way of thinking. I'm not sure how all that worked out, but here we are almost 50 years later in quite a different place altogether.</p><p>I'm short on time tonight (and do apologize for the lack of posts, I'm stacking up the scans quicker than I can give them introduced), so check the mag out yourself, as they are chock full of interesting and tantalizing material and pictures of today's old stars when they were young. Cut short after four editions, Film International keeps its status as funky and experimental. Survival is tough out there in the magazine jungle...<br /></p><p>I'd be remiss, though, not to at least cut out a couple pictures of 70s Stan (from the third issue feature on the magazine launch party)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqvLCtszLX_LUEQkD-5ij59GUM5dmT0jVI-fZoEEbwV1It3sQj404cDPpvsplfJgdRC_J3JifsoV8-MexrGkqytPtTv_5wHhLetckPPu4t0cLQQk1wfss1rJ1w7am1xjMco27VmfgseB0ESVBqF444vu0HZUZA2F5pDdQTe-wjcUxNjw8H4__fs_cvKns/s2302/FilmInternational1975-06img110.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2302" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqvLCtszLX_LUEQkD-5ij59GUM5dmT0jVI-fZoEEbwV1It3sQj404cDPpvsplfJgdRC_J3JifsoV8-MexrGkqytPtTv_5wHhLetckPPu4t0cLQQk1wfss1rJ1w7am1xjMco27VmfgseB0ESVBqF444vu0HZUZA2F5pDdQTe-wjcUxNjw8H4__fs_cvKns/w464-h640/FilmInternational1975-06img110.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tXGzFlHlsHpVpsGQL6Ff1QmpRL48sesC6kzPctI8hrvjLOL7sibgBj-xydUIXByfIhk58OV7CQjQml1wXSHHRDZiEXW1rkEB2FPfmdCr71Jjrwc5SOSINSXIInw0lIeoxU9PxW3jg_CRKlqkf1LknIrSFOZTUomPZQ-dSfRTGPWnieB5UEWg7_Uw-tA/s1559/FilmInternational1975-06img111.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1354" data-original-width="1559" height="556" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tXGzFlHlsHpVpsGQL6Ff1QmpRL48sesC6kzPctI8hrvjLOL7sibgBj-xydUIXByfIhk58OV7CQjQml1wXSHHRDZiEXW1rkEB2FPfmdCr71Jjrwc5SOSINSXIInw0lIeoxU9PxW3jg_CRKlqkf1LknIrSFOZTUomPZQ-dSfRTGPWnieB5UEWg7_Uw-tA/w640-h556/FilmInternational1975-06img111.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>The issues</p><p>April 1975:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZq7nSoeJLJbVgcnCoapfMSPB3VbTW2pN8CZZhMKR5mIxsD5jvy1xjAJmeiuJdM1xhxHMO6ftqRiu_0pN9PoXiTjWSYqfKWGvzNx98T6B22FkrXoSSgYC-bOAlCecLyDAhzAYbwwynr7R-gD7X7dMTuUV2UmZTpzEwEY57jV6QhJ4V9sapD6p3McjEHms/s1715/FilmIntv01n01p001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1715" data-original-width="1280" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZq7nSoeJLJbVgcnCoapfMSPB3VbTW2pN8CZZhMKR5mIxsD5jvy1xjAJmeiuJdM1xhxHMO6ftqRiu_0pN9PoXiTjWSYqfKWGvzNx98T6B22FkrXoSSgYC-bOAlCecLyDAhzAYbwwynr7R-gD7X7dMTuUV2UmZTpzEwEY57jV6QhJ4V9sapD6p3McjEHms/w478-h640/FilmIntv01n01p001.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/wkkskje6tm8fe8t/Film_International_v01n01_%25281975-04.MMC%2529%2528Mal%2527s_DREGS%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">.cbr</a></p><p><a href="https://archive.org/details/film-international-v-01n-01-1975-04.-curtis-mals-dregs-ia" target="_blank">or at the IA</a><br /></p><p>May 1975:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifl4eqYqvKBqfxht6Ww28ADPJCd8Ch6iKw1os4JyEqFyTG4vBbJG3ee1fwV556lV2i2xBO0AnvHOB5BpLXa2mCHPqTuBMrz7qVC2szWwS8pa5KiJBMt8PkXKTUlaukd0jpTVzbAdQRLtIfdz5ee2liFkeCraFE35wdjKApJj6K86fIhDDe_l24FeF09_4/s2133/FilmInt1975-05p001edit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2133" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifl4eqYqvKBqfxht6Ww28ADPJCd8Ch6iKw1os4JyEqFyTG4vBbJG3ee1fwV556lV2i2xBO0AnvHOB5BpLXa2mCHPqTuBMrz7qVC2szWwS8pa5KiJBMt8PkXKTUlaukd0jpTVzbAdQRLtIfdz5ee2liFkeCraFE35wdjKApJj6K86fIhDDe_l24FeF09_4/w500-h640/FilmInt1975-05p001edit.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/za1zyb1cm9c1yw2/Film_International_v01n02_%25281975-05.MMC%2529%2528Team_Mal%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">.cbr</a></p><p><a href="https://archive.org/details/film-international-v-01n-02-1975-05.-mmc-team-mal" target="_blank">or at the IA</a><br /></p><p>June 1975:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQsxLPgaiLTB7WOyjhOWNuJl5LxwZqkMP1A5O6MGEnqAE0mK3SGhcnGjOWb8VuRiTKzcCBgHuOWVQJx6ly0aL9xGPfG2IH0Ij-fKYRNQFEUFV5eRby4vO-srWxvNFCVcajBT-rYEP4jMT6xfAdGbqxSl5ttYensKUAMfRweWMLchvnoDsAcQszw59YUE/s2174/FilmInternational1975-06img001edit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2174" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQsxLPgaiLTB7WOyjhOWNuJl5LxwZqkMP1A5O6MGEnqAE0mK3SGhcnGjOWb8VuRiTKzcCBgHuOWVQJx6ly0aL9xGPfG2IH0Ij-fKYRNQFEUFV5eRby4vO-srWxvNFCVcajBT-rYEP4jMT6xfAdGbqxSl5ttYensKUAMfRweWMLchvnoDsAcQszw59YUE/w490-h640/FilmInternational1975-06img001edit.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/khdk2i1lw7ldvh0/Film_International_v01n03_%25281975-06.MMC%2529%2528Team_Mal%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">.cbr</a></p><p><a href="https://archive.org/details/film-international-v-01n-03-1975-06.-mmc-team-mal-ia" target="_blank">or at the IA</a><br /></p><p>July 1975:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4nluzRf7I_3AfvoJclB--PzVfC8x9xMY6xrFYykC_ur7y_bg_S7yhUsp6ZOxWb4WoUh3Sx4Ki3QH4ljJUdQr1ZV06j1XVplRa08nPpuy69GH1Zb95yxBAyvOtA2EKuManVJcbZfQDPOQBhpQSz_G4Ol-2Xt-F5CVDc6IRqlVXuPoN8DUg5Jfkc2UT6qI/s2217/FilmIntv01n04p001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2217" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4nluzRf7I_3AfvoJclB--PzVfC8x9xMY6xrFYykC_ur7y_bg_S7yhUsp6ZOxWb4WoUh3Sx4Ki3QH4ljJUdQr1ZV06j1XVplRa08nPpuy69GH1Zb95yxBAyvOtA2EKuManVJcbZfQDPOQBhpQSz_G4Ol-2Xt-F5CVDc6IRqlVXuPoN8DUg5Jfkc2UT6qI/w480-h640/FilmIntv01n04p001.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/h8gecfl8twi6e6n/Film_International_v01n04_%25281975-07.MMC%2529%2528Team_Mal%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank"> .cbr </a></p><p><a href="https://archive.org/details/film-international-v-01n-04-1975-07.-mmc-team-mal-ia" target="_blank">or at the IA</a><br /></p><p><br /></p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-88488560268386706442023-07-14T23:05:00.007-07:002023-07-15T09:02:10.459-07:00True Weird, May 1956<p>OK, scanfans, let's get weird then.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3PKHVca4JCWLTSnytaHtVn-xjXZAXI0LlqeM6Zc2zSB-EFudaQTMgU8x5IdMwZGlwUWon7yTSCxV-Z1cQ49XKNLYQHRRPhlNHqeF52o3qAeZSPSbc1T725TBDsQw4xBEhIVTbCxO8XQw8mKFQypNI6m73Xx29hIpCDJFF7yHc5PJY-vlEEFzOLqZHPZc/s2081/True%20Weird%201956-05%20cover%20John%20Martin%20(McCoy%20Edit).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2081" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3PKHVca4JCWLTSnytaHtVn-xjXZAXI0LlqeM6Zc2zSB-EFudaQTMgU8x5IdMwZGlwUWon7yTSCxV-Z1cQ49XKNLYQHRRPhlNHqeF52o3qAeZSPSbc1T725TBDsQw4xBEhIVTbCxO8XQw8mKFQypNI6m73Xx29hIpCDJFF7yHc5PJY-vlEEFzOLqZHPZc/w512-h640/True%20Weird%201956-05%20cover%20John%20Martin%20(McCoy%20Edit).jpg" width="512" /></a></div><p></p><p>The Devil plagues Milan. John Martin cover, get a better look <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/52922431166/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">at Flickr</a></p><p>I love that the spine title reads simply WEIRD <br /></p><p>Get the full hi-res scan here: <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/28o1f1t6g0unjs7/True_Weird_v01n03_%25281956-05.Weider%2529%2528D%2526M%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">True Weird v01n03 (1956-05.Weider)(D&M).cbr</a><br /></p><p>or view online at the IA <a href="https://archive.org/details/true-weird-v-01n-03-1956-05.-weider-d-m-ia" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p>McCoy's mysterious but true edits, really a fantastic treatment of a unique magazine. </p><p>True Weird ran bi-monthly for 3 issues starting in November 1955. The magazine was born again as True Strange in October of 1956 and run seven issues until February 1958.</p><p>I've thought about these magazines a couple times recently. First, seeing a couple original paintings for True Strange covers sell for dirt cheap (I don't collect art but I know when I see auction travesties high and low), I wondered if I'm the only one that sees a twisted Americana glory in those Thomas Beecham covers. Second, I saw Arnold with Joe Weider in <a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt27713897/" target="_blank">the recent Netflix documentary</a> and was struck at Arnold's interest in magazine craft as well as his savvy in realizing that using negotiated space in Weider's magazines to sell his own products was a real money maker. And there's no doubt Weider's magazines and fitness lines took off in the seventies along with the whole sport of bodybuilding with Arnold's star blazing the way.</p><p>But, Joe Weider had been at it the publishing game for a good long while before Arnold ever came along. <a href="http://classicphysiquebuilder.blogspot.com/2007/09/your-physique-joe-weiders-first.html" target="_blank">Weider started small time all the way back in August of 1940 with your physique</a>, banging out type on his home typewriter, drawing his own illustrations, hand-lettering, and doing his own mimeographing. By the time the 50s come around, Joe is spreading his wings. There's <a href="http://darwinscans.blogspot.com/2011/01/wrestling-march-1951-yukon-eric-ed.html" target="_blank">his excellent wrestling mags</a> (that link goes to a dead post, I know - the poor wrestling mags are neglected around here right now). Or his American Beauty with a nutrition and cosmetic bent for the ladies. Or here's our man Subtropic Bob's takes on <a href="https://www.menspulpmags.com/category/joe-weider/" target="_blank">Weider's men's adventure magazines , Mr. America and American Manhood</a>, a fun read for certain 😆 </p><p>But True Weird and True Strange seem like something different. Sure there's some outlandish and sensational material, but there's also an earnestness about it. A sincere devotion to plumb the mysteries?? Anyways, enough intro - let's get to the issue at hand.</p><p>The inner front cover, what better place to pimp your products</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOT3_S6FR_89X-nWt_Iz8xSO0m43LdOo7zJBa9A-LzHne-_3-9EQPZ54wtziPKwhsXRTvZYePi70Xgq5UkRsJruh_8HE-8Gc_Ew0yEpazf4iEZ1CNxaRg4NqqU0XGiBSd023KpcQopGTz0qyM1DTK4RqSr0AmH9WVBXByxggr6-8rWvF6NnFkaqq9UD0w/s2200/TrueWeird1956-05p02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2200" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOT3_S6FR_89X-nWt_Iz8xSO0m43LdOo7zJBa9A-LzHne-_3-9EQPZ54wtziPKwhsXRTvZYePi70Xgq5UkRsJruh_8HE-8Gc_Ew0yEpazf4iEZ1CNxaRg4NqqU0XGiBSd023KpcQopGTz0qyM1DTK4RqSr0AmH9WVBXByxggr6-8rWvF6NnFkaqq9UD0w/w484-h640/TrueWeird1956-05p02.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><p></p><p>I'm not sure if I've mentioned here before that I'm a disciple of the weight room going on 20 years now, but this isn't really the place to get into that. I've got more interesting mags for talking about lifting and health, but I enjoy looking at Weider's set here. Covid brought the gym home and had a lot of people rethinking their workouts (even if I was back at the gym the day they re-opened grinning ear to ear). Look at all this gadgetry with just a set of dumbells, eh? That headstrap looks like a medieval torture device. And I'm not sure you want your kettlebell to have sharp rods sticking out the sides but, hey, the home lifter has to improvise - or something. Boots? Really. I do give props to the wrist roller, though, that's a solid device. But I digress. The contents.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3T8OHJ-9KsiDBWhny3ZsJX43iz_gr6pq3WcNZ00bi8Mc-65MoHzooiqM8OMUZyc49llfY8qBPc2x4V9ByZvRgVkQEaPtLXcf-831Sj9uS__uNo1KuJ9enkGXSRqdzZ107AA2B1OvbUCDidASphTqGGqQmN3PH3CIxeLMvVdgIvLuSFzBJjtIYapUWfQ/s2234/TrueWeird1956-05p03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2234" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3T8OHJ-9KsiDBWhny3ZsJX43iz_gr6pq3WcNZ00bi8Mc-65MoHzooiqM8OMUZyc49llfY8qBPc2x4V9ByZvRgVkQEaPtLXcf-831Sj9uS__uNo1KuJ9enkGXSRqdzZ107AA2B1OvbUCDidASphTqGGqQmN3PH3CIxeLMvVdgIvLuSFzBJjtIYapUWfQ/w478-h640/TrueWeird1956-05p03.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><p>From the publisher to you. Joe knows, as we all do, that there's phenomena that our current science can't explain even if he does lead with the excitement of werewolves and vampires.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9x-mgTN8sB53zqfrBHR8VnrjjqIcsbVqeaQaQnPO5Iktx2ZYh-JwcD7rplgWnnL9yD5rPfhMIuAKQWR123C3VpHGRkh1mOo9ML_h0Gq3uNAqnWgzdckGG8u56PQlBq1fDH1xwIzLlOYZ6h6SEhUlmO9qrXGBcI9N_idZHqG9vmCWLDnAxxy9QCJRe9cw/s3332/True%20Weird%201956-05%20splash%20Albert%20Deke%20The%20Werewolf%20of%20Estremadura%20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2218" data-original-width="3332" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9x-mgTN8sB53zqfrBHR8VnrjjqIcsbVqeaQaQnPO5Iktx2ZYh-JwcD7rplgWnnL9yD5rPfhMIuAKQWR123C3VpHGRkh1mOo9ML_h0Gq3uNAqnWgzdckGG8u56PQlBq1fDH1xwIzLlOYZ6h6SEhUlmO9qrXGBcI9N_idZHqG9vmCWLDnAxxy9QCJRe9cw/w640-h426/True%20Weird%201956-05%20splash%20Albert%20Deke%20The%20Werewolf%20of%20Estremadura%20.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/52922431161/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank"> at Flickr</a><br /></p><p>Check out the great purple inks over the grayscale, a very distinctive look. Illustration by Albert Deke. Werewolf or Vampire? Maybe the crone knows. Shapeshifters appear across cultures.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRGsempMNuouJdADqELv9zfWeMOdrJHBfgKGYg9DhXPyI9F6d0gKslC8KzRPlZPZ-fjI6hKB5F9684FWiiRa15RjBo6J-XkM5A9BLYBUUdAlutcf-FBA9mWw1CTJOfoNomtDwr6C04nnQRuPbzGG5OlEYK8mh91AGSm-41fRcrLRPxZB5KT2Z_fk-A5w/s2213/True%20Weird%201956-05%20page%2011.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2213" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRGsempMNuouJdADqELv9zfWeMOdrJHBfgKGYg9DhXPyI9F6d0gKslC8KzRPlZPZ-fjI6hKB5F9684FWiiRa15RjBo6J-XkM5A9BLYBUUdAlutcf-FBA9mWw1CTJOfoNomtDwr6C04nnQRuPbzGG5OlEYK8mh91AGSm-41fRcrLRPxZB5KT2Z_fk-A5w/w482-h640/True%20Weird%201956-05%20page%2011.jpg" width="482" /></a></div><p></p><p>Horrors everywhere, to south, from the dark islands, VOODOO<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEVSnM8Sf21KMvKg22bYOKr8s6nRZBhbqhg7PNcWp2Po-HrXHqqX6ShDMEniYUfrfxsVsXYyx9OI8zMONB_qBeNNwYsYhEGEWmIXlLIkPrvdv-L20BlhPCYumNVhLM75tOC1p3vgy4DOQ7V77Dw6E2z_EksG2axg1fr3YvG_tmC0acWN5Ztqo7LL29RTw/s2217/TrueWeird1956-05p14.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2217" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEVSnM8Sf21KMvKg22bYOKr8s6nRZBhbqhg7PNcWp2Po-HrXHqqX6ShDMEniYUfrfxsVsXYyx9OI8zMONB_qBeNNwYsYhEGEWmIXlLIkPrvdv-L20BlhPCYumNVhLM75tOC1p3vgy4DOQ7V77Dw6E2z_EksG2axg1fr3YvG_tmC0acWN5Ztqo7LL29RTw/w480-h640/TrueWeird1956-05p14.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLlh8BM-euYq8hyO0Yu_WwkUbgp0mLKg6vrOhh6RycVeGWzFt62X9smTXSijmUT5yFUcNvd_juqunInu7hR6vHAKIbybp_kLnXyppYpVekuJSaCSB3VKjr_wlJ1p22BhDsn5GAOmKyXmHC8J3GAu7wG-AzBOFBcs0TvkoOWhK-Eo6sbmrAVcX-0OxbWTM/s3332/TrueWeird1956-05p16-17.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2231" data-original-width="3332" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLlh8BM-euYq8hyO0Yu_WwkUbgp0mLKg6vrOhh6RycVeGWzFt62X9smTXSijmUT5yFUcNvd_juqunInu7hR6vHAKIbybp_kLnXyppYpVekuJSaCSB3VKjr_wlJ1p22BhDsn5GAOmKyXmHC8J3GAu7wG-AzBOFBcs0TvkoOWhK-Eo6sbmrAVcX-0OxbWTM/w640-h428/TrueWeird1956-05p16-17.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>But if wonders of the natural, nay the supernatural, world offer not enough mystery, there's always the doings of man. The splash page for an extended piece on "Hollywood's Greatest Murder Mystery" regarding the murder of William Desmond Taylor. I'll go ahead and stick up all the pages even though it's likelier easier to read at the IA (OR DOWNLOAD THE SCAN, HA)<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdHkkhxpTrCoSOiKQgVwYFHM7Mn7cPEwZv0IWkv3b86X33x7D0jXF2P9RNjwIdIl4wKsO3d5yM3wbp3MTfYAiSLDrryGoqAmf8Aof9-UIAxy2ZQxPxNauRCMFVcSfyuyWJ5ExG9nZ7I9nWr7MjMI-8ZRtIZYWzTd_pzFulSvQpaEGvrDBeVPhZrrQOTU/s3332/True%20Weird%201956-05%20splash%20William%20Desmond%20Taylor%20murder.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2284" data-original-width="3332" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdHkkhxpTrCoSOiKQgVwYFHM7Mn7cPEwZv0IWkv3b86X33x7D0jXF2P9RNjwIdIl4wKsO3d5yM3wbp3MTfYAiSLDrryGoqAmf8Aof9-UIAxy2ZQxPxNauRCMFVcSfyuyWJ5ExG9nZ7I9nWr7MjMI-8ZRtIZYWzTd_pzFulSvQpaEGvrDBeVPhZrrQOTU/w640-h438/True%20Weird%201956-05%20splash%20William%20Desmond%20Taylor%20murder.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/52922818360/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">at Flickr</a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLAR9lpDhkSviaj6ZPDhReXz9mPulydugHolvC0nvhx-e45VmadgysB_JbVr0Ek6aEOJLm8Z44dhKg_9CN3CxbWa4kjAEN3_eEC1tFzGMXCLUFekGZzXze9cbYvg063hxvwg3vnBvKZgYFAIxvo1PeHTP61eRV1izl5DMf4Lp_bvNgDfoRigZNiAVlFjU/s3332/True%20Weird%201956-05%20splash%20Joseph%20Ferrari%20The%20Dog%20Who%20Announced%20a%20Murder.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2251" data-original-width="3332" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLAR9lpDhkSviaj6ZPDhReXz9mPulydugHolvC0nvhx-e45VmadgysB_JbVr0Ek6aEOJLm8Z44dhKg_9CN3CxbWa4kjAEN3_eEC1tFzGMXCLUFekGZzXze9cbYvg063hxvwg3vnBvKZgYFAIxvo1PeHTP61eRV1izl5DMf4Lp_bvNgDfoRigZNiAVlFjU/w640-h432/True%20Weird%201956-05%20splash%20Joseph%20Ferrari%20The%20Dog%20Who%20Announced%20a%20Murder.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/52922431126/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">At Flickr</a><br /></p><p>The canine sensitivity to events natural and unnatural. THE DOG WHO ANNOUNCED MURDER. The cat seems to know something, too.</p><p>When All Holland Went Mad! Jacob Lee Cobb illustrates<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg4XrcyzlI6x2KoiKxcx_BoQ637jR_c5UKQVUSH-cV7D8rUq-dYEruG_vPw9prwzQtvOe6Ai4JlNYefmoHXir4DbVPHTlLBbzxu6WckxgN4c5bcPLuIG272VK4llXEQderih2G20u0wnLBl8qAs7fvtSSxG6Dr62MHijtqrFUMMJ4gNspIfIpvO6QxaeM/s3332/TrueWeird1956-05p36-37.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2277" data-original-width="3332" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg4XrcyzlI6x2KoiKxcx_BoQ637jR_c5UKQVUSH-cV7D8rUq-dYEruG_vPw9prwzQtvOe6Ai4JlNYefmoHXir4DbVPHTlLBbzxu6WckxgN4c5bcPLuIG272VK4llXEQderih2G20u0wnLBl8qAs7fvtSSxG6Dr62MHijtqrFUMMJ4gNspIfIpvO6QxaeM/w640-h438/TrueWeird1956-05p36-37.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Tulipomania??? The most valuable commodity in Europe, a flower. Speculation madnesss</p><p>Haunted Houses. An excellent composition by Michael Aumont</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW2v59fSPOnfVAh4PUJoakw5g5KIMCfOG-GBDI2XVq3xpuD5IPCSADH3lJRJaVrqBM2_ybh2lmmH6i9YIeAwb4Q4Ohe8oVUGRcnWKt7t_uHlxGed6iTVWpZpdhV0NDhdAp9OkTnp9iXoSaMdew8AK72oc9b4CkppeavE5MCv5xpTjW6k9dGnidTfG1hVw/s3332/True%20Weird%201956-05%20splash%20Michel%20Aumont%20Haunted%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2202" data-original-width="3332" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW2v59fSPOnfVAh4PUJoakw5g5KIMCfOG-GBDI2XVq3xpuD5IPCSADH3lJRJaVrqBM2_ybh2lmmH6i9YIeAwb4Q4Ohe8oVUGRcnWKt7t_uHlxGed6iTVWpZpdhV0NDhdAp9OkTnp9iXoSaMdew8AK72oc9b4CkppeavE5MCv5xpTjW6k9dGnidTfG1hVw/w640-h422/True%20Weird%201956-05%20splash%20Michel%20Aumont%20Haunted%20Houses.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/52922588184/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">at Flickr</a><br /><p>Witchcraft. Black Masses. As alive today as ever. Bow before the goat-headed shaman, dogmen.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdfESU3Jvn6xJQSWDTwZR7901h4YS7CIW8ndeGzs8x9qZMvlN-3WIC5Giq5hS8oZ1kuoV3EsPxid2tbQF8AqRLLSAJr1J0wDkwCif7RtgKcUE7aQazyZW4aEZCfATBK4_eIBfpjeGcEyrEAsC0f0r2TD_xZxI0LEBj5-afREUtaPS72IF93Ft270bXdc8/s1490/TrueWeird1956-05p50%20Witchcraft%20-%20Black%20Masses.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="897" data-original-width="1490" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdfESU3Jvn6xJQSWDTwZR7901h4YS7CIW8ndeGzs8x9qZMvlN-3WIC5Giq5hS8oZ1kuoV3EsPxid2tbQF8AqRLLSAJr1J0wDkwCif7RtgKcUE7aQazyZW4aEZCfATBK4_eIBfpjeGcEyrEAsC0f0r2TD_xZxI0LEBj5-afREUtaPS72IF93Ft270bXdc8/w640-h386/TrueWeird1956-05p50%20Witchcraft%20-%20Black%20Masses.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-42971640720550610702023-07-08T15:21:00.006-07:002023-07-08T19:09:38.043-07:00BARRED v01n05, circa 1966-1967 / Outlaw Biker Mags and Titus Moody<p>Last post I joked about filth, this post we might just indulge in some whoop whoop</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUNBG85ILfDVlJ_GY2UgZEZ5BbS26_yNvjjKUNIyXYHuYm9PDTyoXNZIrABa8A2cC_dqR1bQuJeImcYrKMYQyTU_JV4j1XvX61Jiziw-ZDSvClfpXVQn_DZTLjscwT4cxzs_4AkPwHUlAORI80B0TBREqmpFCQ-3G7eCLrbMOfoqmKQDjSZXRoPacLjA/s2158/BARRED05p01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2158" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUNBG85ILfDVlJ_GY2UgZEZ5BbS26_yNvjjKUNIyXYHuYm9PDTyoXNZIrABa8A2cC_dqR1bQuJeImcYrKMYQyTU_JV4j1XvX61Jiziw-ZDSvClfpXVQn_DZTLjscwT4cxzs_4AkPwHUlAORI80B0TBREqmpFCQ-3G7eCLrbMOfoqmKQDjSZXRoPacLjA/w494-h640/BARRED05p01.jpg" width="494" /></a></div>Get the full hi-res scan here: <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/1mjmnpnp68kb019/BARRED_v01n05_%2528--c.1966%252C7--.Seven_Seventy%2529_%2528DDT%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">BARRED v01n05 (--c.1966,7--.Seven Seventy) (DDT)</a><br /><p>or view the issue at the Internet Archive <a href="https://archive.org/details/barred-v-01n-05-c.-1966-7-.-seven-seventy-ddt" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p>McCoy reminds those of good taste, Don't Download This! </p><p>Searching my blog here, I'm somewhat amazed this is my first post on the so-called Bad Mags, the wilder, often fly by night publications of the age exploitation magazines.</p><p>I give full credit for my introduction to the world of these magazines to Tom Brinkmann's Bad Mags:</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJWqOd6ZOC4i1RIIYE-HsZHsG9o3sFrFHHex58PS_C7XRkJPKlxqLGiGWqHE0jxXd4kqtAV7j1wWmWkl5AWjN5rfdvxRZcVDVjXQK4A97QzYL1QKCtxL_2eTAjeOPT1BFpzWvhmj9pvfJ4jTyYq4ceES1ORz_Kr0VVlGpW4_1TPpLT06Z8xa9noV9kvF0/s1583/51JaAcJOxhL._AC_UF1000,1000_QL80_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="998" data-original-width="1583" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJWqOd6ZOC4i1RIIYE-HsZHsG9o3sFrFHHex58PS_C7XRkJPKlxqLGiGWqHE0jxXd4kqtAV7j1wWmWkl5AWjN5rfdvxRZcVDVjXQK4A97QzYL1QKCtxL_2eTAjeOPT1BFpzWvhmj9pvfJ4jTyYq4ceES1ORz_Kr0VVlGpW4_1TPpLT06Z8xa9noV9kvF0/w400-h253/51JaAcJOxhL._AC_UF1000,1000_QL80_.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Mr. Brinkmann in Bad Mags Volumes One and Two catalogs, categorizes, and analyzes the world of seedy delights in the down market magazines. Brinkmann has an entire chapter in the first volume on the genre of today's issue, "The 1%ers Outlaw Riders - Sixties Style," featuring covers and a survey of outlaw biker issues and articles in sixties and seventies magazines.</p><p>Appearing often on the covers of these magazines, and particularly on the biker issues from the above publisher, Seven Seventy, is reference to <a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0171600/" target="_blank">Outlaw Motorcycle (1966)</a>, a film/spectacle put together by Titus Moody.</p><p>Here's Titus in 1995, in an introduction to the film as cult classic which he claims was shot during the Watts Riots.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/km6LfO8MJSM" width="320" youtube-src-id="km6LfO8MJSM"></iframe></div><br /><p>You can even watch the film - oh, the glories and depravities of Youtube</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3Er4YoDX5nQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="3Er4YoDX5nQ"></iframe></div><p>Brinkmann's first volume has some nice biographical information on Moody's adventures in Hollywood's fringe cinema, but I didn't see a decent bio on the web. Anyways, Moody is listed as Executive Editor for this issue, and it seems to be one of a number of magazines from Seven Seventy that promoted and also used material from the film and the making of. Outlaw Motorcycles is often credited for being at the front of the wave of movies to cash in on biker gang trends and fears and interests. Bikersploitation? Staged photos, real photos, representation or misrepresentation, I'm not judging - let's just get to issue at hand 😅</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPsOgiIO_ZA2h_3mefsYTVFaK6TKfjzO8PKOVzm-AGsTyEeR9K3zFo_JiH7jJkmzDnoDXdr4yzQawyf6M0TPO8Zl8d0HPdrNwz2ycMHar2cftchWVFkKa2982846JZW0YEcF1Lzd7jrozhNBTQZj3kLWJtEjfgGQLGay98tZRe3_emf2gPXEpVzKmlM8/s3332/BARRED05p02-03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2144" data-original-width="3332" height="412" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPsOgiIO_ZA2h_3mefsYTVFaK6TKfjzO8PKOVzm-AGsTyEeR9K3zFo_JiH7jJkmzDnoDXdr4yzQawyf6M0TPO8Zl8d0HPdrNwz2ycMHar2cftchWVFkKa2982846JZW0YEcF1Lzd7jrozhNBTQZj3kLWJtEjfgGQLGay98tZRe3_emf2gPXEpVzKmlM8/w640-h412/BARRED05p02-03.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53029527079/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">at Flickr</a><br /><p>Special Second Issue Outlaw Motorcycle, Peter Fonda at the head of the pack. Their love is hate fore everyone and everything except each other.</p><p>Brutal, Frank, Violent says the cover. A lot of the photos look like kids hangin' out to me, but perhaps I'm just a sympathetic soul. Some of these members look like models, but some of these members also look like poor role models lol<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-w4o2kcNMbILZqW41smhPD1H33Q-b5l70U6Qw2LFYl4osvp8R3272Q3tRX7-SO8PQzGwQzs2ViW_wAH-tGAZrka7WgKkewaae65D0thqBbb2i3GTLgbBwgevOPn2qb8JtjegXymyCWQb1zXbIca7mZfNL-ZKcf7v2ah7wrIl4qAncsOTh51W1fRcF0I8/s2177/BARRED05p06.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2177" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-w4o2kcNMbILZqW41smhPD1H33Q-b5l70U6Qw2LFYl4osvp8R3272Q3tRX7-SO8PQzGwQzs2ViW_wAH-tGAZrka7WgKkewaae65D0thqBbb2i3GTLgbBwgevOPn2qb8JtjegXymyCWQb1zXbIca7mZfNL-ZKcf7v2ah7wrIl4qAncsOTh51W1fRcF0I8/w490-h640/BARRED05p06.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53029744930/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">at Flickr</a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2174" data-original-width="3332" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo8_-dEk1IAS8kl3mh6QnsRikVfog6b4IC6F1ud0EXgcus3a4msxnv0NwSATiQG-UvEDsnL8eleomlEzBEsAP92gPeMl-8oyf03auynqYL_f4mHweoLf26p7D9twU-Yw_zJMv1nkE8tIyZJY31qpmt4wvAqgmqs06uV6cfwyqUICu3ORt9mGJYZ2NmUb8/w640-h418/BARRED05p46-47.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53029744905/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank"><br />at Flickr</a><p></p><p>Besides the biker photography, the magazine also gets into some of the local biker culture and club layout but also ventures into reviews of adjacent films. <br /></p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-85616684810031788702023-06-26T22:04:00.018-07:002023-06-27T21:42:03.021-07:00Filth on Main Street, from The Independent, June 20 1925<p>Prompted by my men's adventure maniac Bob's comment on the last post of Arts Pictorial Monthly, I thought of an article I've had sitting in my blog folder for years that's a reaction to the proliferation of risque magazines on the stands and sort of a reporter's eye on the newsstand trends of the decade. Mind you, I'm likely to savage the poor writer when we're done, but it's a neat article. I'm not sure why I sought it out, but it was likely in someone's notes in something I'd read, so props to the initial researcher if you know what I mean. I'm putting up a mix from two sources. I have a scan of photocopies that I'm not sure if they are my own from a visit to a university library or found elsewhere. But since I last went looking, a nice run of microfilm of the magazine the article comes from, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Independent_(New_York_City)" target="_blank">The Independent</a>, has been put up at the IA, including <a href="https://archive.org/details/sim_independent_1925-06-20_114_3916/mode/2up" target="_blank">the June 20th 1925 issue</a>. I'm mixing the photocopy pages, which represent the art better (if still shoddily), with the microfilm's text pages. Not an ideal 'scan' by any means, but the .cbr is <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/vnsdd1nhhxojzvu/Filth_on_Main_Street_by_Frank_Kent_%2528from_The_Independent_n3916_1925-06-20%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">here</a>, and I'll post the whole thing (AS UNREADABLE THOUGH IT MAY BE ON GOOGLE BLOGGER 😝 BUT CLICK THE IMAGES AT LEAST FOR A BETTER VIEW) right here below. The opening editorial cartoon</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Rpanv2yCfjCS6Uy96f-aL25IJSPrxbf_k2G3e4NED6I8Xo4mBYw2i53mR0vSTT22v1CBtCcfo2JmqsgND6Ji_g-RjVAmRJKXThKopl4EZ5I_Et9e_mhh2CjIely17JyrDagqz9tMh-uNNq0ZXeXDfHsJAa-z55rgjs4ReWiXAafvL0smHNF2qmjdtFY/s3101/Independent%20%5BPart%201%5D_Page_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3101" data-original-width="2243" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Rpanv2yCfjCS6Uy96f-aL25IJSPrxbf_k2G3e4NED6I8Xo4mBYw2i53mR0vSTT22v1CBtCcfo2JmqsgND6Ji_g-RjVAmRJKXThKopl4EZ5I_Et9e_mhh2CjIely17JyrDagqz9tMh-uNNq0ZXeXDfHsJAa-z55rgjs4ReWiXAafvL0smHNF2qmjdtFY/w462-h640/Independent%20%5BPart%201%5D_Page_3.jpg" width="462" /></a></div>From <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmund_Duffy" target="_blank">Edmund Duffy,</a> who may have spent some time at the dump like myself, as he draws a convincing trash heap in a very graphic style. Duffy would go on to greater things in his career covering the Scopes Trial with Mencken and later winning the Pulitzer a whopping three times. Sir, I'll take a Dirt, the Vile Stories and a copy of True Filth, please, and a tootsie roll. Telling Tales was an actual pulp (and a barely naughty one at that), but we'll see it again in a second. Here's Frank Keith's "Filth on Main Street." I'll withhold my snarky comments until the end with the exception of the graphics page.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnSY7zsySpjNBrAEdYXkzvb7RiVd4kxJylO43BpbjVmMI_3xEZVYZln0wSm76oySgLMelTTc00tm1NYJ26S6QgM3YImeHIoyuUtR7x8q1fbXciYCkIlW3zBF6RUn8W-aBgB6tzInX3QTk8AedoJS-73bx2CWjj9Fg21wDeCy02Io5SVGoUnqjRrXtYmNY/s4018/Independent1925-06-20Page%20686.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4018" data-original-width="2868" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnSY7zsySpjNBrAEdYXkzvb7RiVd4kxJylO43BpbjVmMI_3xEZVYZln0wSm76oySgLMelTTc00tm1NYJ26S6QgM3YImeHIoyuUtR7x8q1fbXciYCkIlW3zBF6RUn8W-aBgB6tzInX3QTk8AedoJS-73bx2CWjj9Fg21wDeCy02Io5SVGoUnqjRrXtYmNY/w456-h640/Independent1925-06-20Page%20686.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg01gVff35S3-grR8rHmRCAs-VR3Q_5OXsCsFMAsgfaSRFC5fh3uiCKy3RY9lrfSwvVlhxLvh-mb6-VHGGrPN49r8aGowEPFvEYw2VLa7eu9CaKRNJXA3REoDLhOvzFJYKn2AF2GLwahskTnHyUWjgYtykmahp3jAwTSXB9M6zuH1z9bgan0ri2AHHxZ4o/s3132/Independent1925-06-20Page%20687.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3132" data-original-width="2272" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg01gVff35S3-grR8rHmRCAs-VR3Q_5OXsCsFMAsgfaSRFC5fh3uiCKy3RY9lrfSwvVlhxLvh-mb6-VHGGrPN49r8aGowEPFvEYw2VLa7eu9CaKRNJXA3REoDLhOvzFJYKn2AF2GLwahskTnHyUWjgYtykmahp3jAwTSXB9M6zuH1z9bgan0ri2AHHxZ4o/w464-h640/Independent1925-06-20Page%20687.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><p></p><p>"Selected from an average new stand" by a gentleman with extraordinarily good taste I might add. I'd like to blog on each an every one of these magazines at some point (though maybe not these particular issues). For now I'd note that it's a particularly mild collection of magazines. French Frolics largely reprinted material from La Vie Parisienne (or in imitation of that mode) and Red Pepper is a barely risque joke magazine (also swiping material from LVP). Paris Nights is one I plan to talk a lot about in the near future and is perhaps the most risque on this page with still clothed starlets on photo pages and some nude illustration. The rest are very basically romance pulps - the center title "Breezy" is a good term for the genre which is pretty distinct from the girlie pulps, even though all of these magazines often get lumped in with the racier illustration and peppy story variety of magazine. But let's see if I can't dig in the archives and hit these puppies.</p><p>French Frolics v01n04 (La Vie Parisienne) April Fool Number (1925-04) cover after Herouard (maybe Dash). From my own collection. I'm sticking this on the pull list to scan, as I'd like to take a look at the original this artist has copied from and post a few mags that pretty directly crib pages from LVP. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLe5o_drj9LlFfGuKrTeOg0jQA7yUvU71-i7qhQR6HjV_e8938bIGH6_vFeq0ln8mG2WEobEtONenoOruwMXpMvLWETEKs1i4q3LmyOzWmbnTyUf4hPPNS8x_0ogkhO7EE8C9Uh0YDa7Ej4nzKXroSgO_1mTNg-GaYhJq-ZEdE_wQWb1xj5vr8wFFKzI/s4853/French%20Frolics%20v01n04%20(La%20Vie%20Parisienne)%20April%20Fool%20Number%20(1925-04)%20cover%20after%20Herouard.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4853" data-original-width="3621" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLe5o_drj9LlFfGuKrTeOg0jQA7yUvU71-i7qhQR6HjV_e8938bIGH6_vFeq0ln8mG2WEobEtONenoOruwMXpMvLWETEKs1i4q3LmyOzWmbnTyUf4hPPNS8x_0ogkhO7EE8C9Uh0YDa7Ej4nzKXroSgO_1mTNg-GaYhJq-ZEdE_wQWb1xj5vr8wFFKzI/w478-h640/French%20Frolics%20v01n04%20(La%20Vie%20Parisienne)%20April%20Fool%20Number%20(1925-04)%20cover%20after%20Herouard.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><p> Red Pepper v01n12 (1925-06) cover Jack Neal. Also from my collection. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTeuJ8ug-sR1hJw5x_KoOGvrY0uw8iXh5JMd0rDJmiWAN1l4TSpqGT9BHesEKy2L98vofsXfOHoG0l2M0LfcIWq41EHdr3zhZ1MtDKCdrxh13xK9RQUp4AqbVhp2OlitM0RqPgcc0_HzjH0cLUdz35XnYFSuYLV_1Kz7Z0EoaUFzPcOxJpdF-CZFUdxlc/s3064/Red%20Pepper%20v01n12%20(1925-06)%20cover%20Jack%20Neal.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3064" data-original-width="2142" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTeuJ8ug-sR1hJw5x_KoOGvrY0uw8iXh5JMd0rDJmiWAN1l4TSpqGT9BHesEKy2L98vofsXfOHoG0l2M0LfcIWq41EHdr3zhZ1MtDKCdrxh13xK9RQUp4AqbVhp2OlitM0RqPgcc0_HzjH0cLUdz35XnYFSuYLV_1Kz7Z0EoaUFzPcOxJpdF-CZFUdxlc/w448-h640/Red%20Pepper%20v01n12%20(1925-06)%20cover%20Jack%20Neal.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><p>I need to scan one of these, too, though likely an earlier issue as an example. Somehow I've found a number of these, and even a pin to go with, promotional material perhaps</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9sP6YCxNQGhUyYCLwcTH7Ah0nARpigtO_mWq0SACneQXHQCy9nCRRPkb1eKCi4riH-9IyCfQoiv3DJ2z1CKBdToibW0qhmpg7bJMJh7HkXTjUtvovNCb8eDcrHrsN_5oiMEt3SQtedW1SoVnTHf_RY_XB5r9gdhZfyeGPtgDtSDVx4j5612KVHwUe0hA/s3080/Red%20Pepper%20fan%20club%20buttons.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3080" data-original-width="2189" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9sP6YCxNQGhUyYCLwcTH7Ah0nARpigtO_mWq0SACneQXHQCy9nCRRPkb1eKCi4riH-9IyCfQoiv3DJ2z1CKBdToibW0qhmpg7bJMJh7HkXTjUtvovNCb8eDcrHrsN_5oiMEt3SQtedW1SoVnTHf_RY_XB5r9gdhZfyeGPtgDtSDVx4j5612KVHwUe0hA/w284-h400/Red%20Pepper%20fan%20club%20buttons.jpg" width="284" /></a></div><p>Paris Nights 1925-04 v01n01.Paris Nights cover WVC, sadly not in my collection. But if you're talking the earliest of the girlie pulps, it's a good place to start. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Iqm7HZf8S0GmFhjINLVUOAKQKHnttyKDJs_s5ciAL7z66UvpvU-H6yWDJBJaYL9MF6yMGhdmmyss8iKcHCuISVS-iePDkJ-AyU1NQ6idwlWCy8Zjlmkya68Tiugaok__QaqI04M7Umezq8lWZrcrRUi_TjVwo93jTPBiG8L2JYz7-zjfsfz3EW-dOAY/s1286/Paris%20Nights%201925-04%20v01n01.Paris%20Nights%20cover%20WVC.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1286" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Iqm7HZf8S0GmFhjINLVUOAKQKHnttyKDJs_s5ciAL7z66UvpvU-H6yWDJBJaYL9MF6yMGhdmmyss8iKcHCuISVS-iePDkJ-AyU1NQ6idwlWCy8Zjlmkya68Tiugaok__QaqI04M7Umezq8lWZrcrRUi_TjVwo93jTPBiG8L2JYz7-zjfsfz3EW-dOAY/w448-h640/Paris%20Nights%201925-04%20v01n01.Paris%20Nights%20cover%20WVC.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><p>Saucy Stories 1925-05 cover H.H. Warner, from an old eBay auction - the source of most cover images in my indexes, if you can't afford them at least you can keep a picture :D</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKgH8OblFRbH_yFQb-q-AjVebXAhJBGrAvRJZSoXEISI45b0VE3U42Q4bej3Z8ugflScquBXD0RTPuTvuk12n7DGbbTH1GnCt5y8CKNI3yZSUChnHWwCMCnjJIf5rQdTcZR6FHfBPfZu6coIVCNF5H_lBBaot53xBjyTkzHrkmQTAzYtMZZUMc0c7Wgg/s903/Saucy%20Stories%201925-05%20cover%20H.H.%20Warner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="903" data-original-width="635" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKgH8OblFRbH_yFQb-q-AjVebXAhJBGrAvRJZSoXEISI45b0VE3U42Q4bej3Z8ugflScquBXD0RTPuTvuk12n7DGbbTH1GnCt5y8CKNI3yZSUChnHWwCMCnjJIf5rQdTcZR6FHfBPfZu6coIVCNF5H_lBBaot53xBjyTkzHrkmQTAzYtMZZUMc0c7Wgg/w450-h640/Saucy%20Stories%201925-05%20cover%20H.H.%20Warner.jpg" width="450" /></a></div>Saucy Stories was started by H.L. Mencken, in the downmarket mags solely for the money. This is actually the last issue before the pulp would change title to Heart to Heart Stories for the last two issues before cancellation. I happened to just post another Saucy Stories cover to my Flickr thread today that's an absolute classic <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/53003143932/in/dateposted-public/">here</a>. The artist H.H. Warner remains a mystery. If you have information, do let me know. There's a strong possibility given the racy nature of the paintings and lack of hits in websearch that it's a alias, but who knows -<br /><p>Young's Magazine 1925-06 v49n04.Young cover Greiner WANT <---ha, I don't put that in my filenames very often, a mycomicshop image (if you can't tell by the watermark grumble grumble)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_cqbAbPGPNeqtbaVTw1u-y-qCPUdfrDaKJ54i_0zk-J5_OgZlBJTgKl3xWny1QA129uWG830Fu_WxEXkrozy49LyUvw_22GFxETM4BY58PR9Fw-RQtsHaTwcAwA0qI7nPXwLjRNL56LrvqTKaNi_19JjspnzjJ4bMTD9aF8rIamK603cqaePGSwV58WQ/s869/Young's%20Magazine%201925-06%20v49n04.Young%20cover%20Greiner%20WANT.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="869" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_cqbAbPGPNeqtbaVTw1u-y-qCPUdfrDaKJ54i_0zk-J5_OgZlBJTgKl3xWny1QA129uWG830Fu_WxEXkrozy49LyUvw_22GFxETM4BY58PR9Fw-RQtsHaTwcAwA0qI7nPXwLjRNL56LrvqTKaNi_19JjspnzjJ4bMTD9aF8rIamK603cqaePGSwV58WQ/w442-h640/Young's%20Magazine%201925-06%20v49n04.Young%20cover%20Greiner%20WANT.jpg" width="442" /></a></div><p>We'll be rapping on C.H. Young and his mags in the future, as I've got some plans. And Oscar Greiner, too, who did a fair amount of work on Courtland's titles over the years. A distinctive and underappreciated pin-up artist.</p><p>Breezy Stories 1925-06-15 v22n03.Young cover Seymour Marcus</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOerNHbz8EuCvsAFijTMhlTwEvgMDupE9gpfjl4ioIzxJ_hftYSxquBLEqQ-i5unS3KhD0rltyN_8NRPrCAQIoII4fp29Bxe6bUtekBi6YotuEoHmt-26EUXCRLsM-ZymifYNaedJ3UGlAcBbpp4sw1tqZQ-_H7csimrhV3ebHnhgkY3cmHc858UhOr7k/s800/Breezy%20Stories%201925-06-15%20v22n03.Young%20cover%20Marcus.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="601" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOerNHbz8EuCvsAFijTMhlTwEvgMDupE9gpfjl4ioIzxJ_hftYSxquBLEqQ-i5unS3KhD0rltyN_8NRPrCAQIoII4fp29Bxe6bUtekBi6YotuEoHmt-26EUXCRLsM-ZymifYNaedJ3UGlAcBbpp4sw1tqZQ-_H7csimrhV3ebHnhgkY3cmHc858UhOr7k/w480-h640/Breezy%20Stories%201925-06-15%20v22n03.Young%20cover%20Marcus.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><p>I'm pretty sure this is inspired by an Earl Christy from a The American Magazine cover from 1925 but couldn't track down the image I'm thinking of.</p><p>Droll Stories 1925-03 v05n01.Young cover Mulholland</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33e_t8U4Uco4U8mOhI1p8dIL3cbFjVmYNIA4EaLHS_theGAmWaqwOB1n-HY14oMw-DfW1ZZaRCng6Uu87UHfwlv2t6rEoMOPAZHxpiXYpkANBCeSBLGQbGsnTZl9d3B69uDJ54FWY2HIi_vhVAAdFHj-_FuLyOh1ih471tYjl_lcH03Yl6FPbPXc-F7Y/s865/Droll%20Stories%201925-03%20v05n01.Young%20cover%20Mulholland.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="865" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33e_t8U4Uco4U8mOhI1p8dIL3cbFjVmYNIA4EaLHS_theGAmWaqwOB1n-HY14oMw-DfW1ZZaRCng6Uu87UHfwlv2t6rEoMOPAZHxpiXYpkANBCeSBLGQbGsnTZl9d3B69uDJ54FWY2HIi_vhVAAdFHj-_FuLyOh1ih471tYjl_lcH03Yl6FPbPXc-F7Y/w444-h640/Droll%20Stories%201925-03%20v05n01.Young%20cover%20Mulholland.jpg" width="444" /></a></div>Another Courtland Young title, an odd but charming cover, a black and a white man both take a peek. <br /><p>Telling Tales 1925-06 v38n01.Climax cover Marcus. Sigh, I was doing so good, all I have is a small image for this one. Still, better than no image. A title I still to need to index in my files.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6HKP3Xde0FLMUORNnG6Sd7Tszz9YYQTfnQBhgOwhH35Y8He1oAxZm2xhP6uF_f3PGZ_ApEXbLt3Dw7o_u5LEkCZz8qNzbwQsRMr-i7URhvkfsRJug5Mpjsv_-CUDhm3b5xQBW5XjXOxKqhTLWXqG6HegvPm_J0PxPRQuP8cTUMh-bfah9gkztsY0KIWQ/s400/Telling%20Tales%201925-06%20v38n01.Climax%20cover%20Marcus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="290" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6HKP3Xde0FLMUORNnG6Sd7Tszz9YYQTfnQBhgOwhH35Y8He1oAxZm2xhP6uF_f3PGZ_ApEXbLt3Dw7o_u5LEkCZz8qNzbwQsRMr-i7URhvkfsRJug5Mpjsv_-CUDhm3b5xQBW5XjXOxKqhTLWXqG6HegvPm_J0PxPRQuP8cTUMh-bfah9gkztsY0KIWQ/w290-h400/Telling%20Tales%201925-06%20v38n01.Climax%20cover%20Marcus.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><p>Sort of cute, eh. A mix of the sexy and the mundane. A flapper does the crossword in the tub, Seymour Marcus.</p><p>Snappy Stories 1924-10-01 v85n03.New Fiction cover Dealton Valentine<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh3mUV9k7nWcDIp8arkusVm3bU-Xy-tbZKynbmCm44NYgWRQyI83NgdXfG9FApy1LPtI-2JsVoWpeFaaak-V0S5fyy9miz6gtcPKBU9bUCSAMVx1bw6jCaFvi1YB0Lq6xO_TMTYl4uCURvUlTynC3kOSPU-RlaQ68kPapoPeybZyWpwIz5-xTg9yE8uJI/s1409/Snappy%20Stories%201924-10-01%20v85n03.New%20Fiction%20cover%20Valentine.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1409" data-original-width="982" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh3mUV9k7nWcDIp8arkusVm3bU-Xy-tbZKynbmCm44NYgWRQyI83NgdXfG9FApy1LPtI-2JsVoWpeFaaak-V0S5fyy9miz6gtcPKBU9bUCSAMVx1bw6jCaFvi1YB0Lq6xO_TMTYl4uCURvUlTynC3kOSPU-RlaQ68kPapoPeybZyWpwIz5-xTg9yE8uJI/w446-h640/Snappy%20Stories%201924-10-01%20v85n03.New%20Fiction%20cover%20Valentine.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><p>Dealton Valentine. She was blissfully unaware of the silhouette thrown by the firelight on the sheet that concealed her...Fantastic, can't believe I managed to hit for the cycle there and find every one of these "filthy" covers. But back to more of the diatribe on the magazine problem from Mr. Kent.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj94VLFtTmCUJ5encLvqvHSh8WKvAJPimlHIJfRgqh0bav9p-fAojBTb5aYXpc419adu-BsqjxuhhmqUIa7Vg80ABzZeXkkCIu62hOADvKXOy90jGcxgug-oRVuVDnC0xarLq915AK-yQHpFP0JeO1cH_0V7hvOHG_lKQEzOxXaro1RLiKAQ1tHOc-otKk/s4092/Independent1925-06-20Page%20688.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4092" data-original-width="2904" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj94VLFtTmCUJ5encLvqvHSh8WKvAJPimlHIJfRgqh0bav9p-fAojBTb5aYXpc419adu-BsqjxuhhmqUIa7Vg80ABzZeXkkCIu62hOADvKXOy90jGcxgug-oRVuVDnC0xarLq915AK-yQHpFP0JeO1cH_0V7hvOHG_lKQEzOxXaro1RLiKAQ1tHOc-otKk/w454-h640/Independent1925-06-20Page%20688.jpg" width="454" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfH9oIcbXctF-JYO-WOs0vnK5HrmkAL0-iNGs3ux4b1CcaO64uzpxYOL7ai-0LKiIwxQAYMpQ94ELaD6UMo0u3R0wL3pTJlb_KU4VhD-rkqoEOzlNS1yu_Gq_YsDoYys87odq4R4ViwVdZbZurEZmXlQKeY8kmJl7ECnGiAxHun-zdZgM26d7lg2L5Sjo/s4060/Independent1925-06-20Page%20689.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4060" data-original-width="2925" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfH9oIcbXctF-JYO-WOs0vnK5HrmkAL0-iNGs3ux4b1CcaO64uzpxYOL7ai-0LKiIwxQAYMpQ94ELaD6UMo0u3R0wL3pTJlb_KU4VhD-rkqoEOzlNS1yu_Gq_YsDoYys87odq4R4ViwVdZbZurEZmXlQKeY8kmJl7ECnGiAxHun-zdZgM26d7lg2L5Sjo/w462-h640/Independent1925-06-20Page%20689.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><p>So, Let's dig into Mr. Kent's anxieties and observations here for a moment. Mr New York here has the opportunity to venture out amongst the people in an attempt to "search for sentiment" and notes that 4 out of 5 Americans live outside of the 65 cities at that time in America with over 100,000 citizens. The 20s saw a tension between city and country that we haven't likely seen up until the present. Still, in the small towns, Kent sees more clearly the state of the American magazine because, well, there may only be one seller of magazines in the entire town. Kent argues that "in these standardized, syndicated days, the same influences play on all people." THE MASS MEDIA, SOCIAL DEGRADATION. He writes, "The same social customs and business methods absorb them, the same political currents saturate them, and they are affected with the same gross misconceptions and misunderstandings. You find in one section what you find in another. From coast to coast, the radio, the movies, golf, bobbed hair, business, short skirts, trashy literature, automobiles, lip sticks, bad newspapers, rotten liquor, absorption in money making, almost complete political inertia, and an unparalleled muddy-mindedness about public matters - that's the country today." Mr. Kent sounds like great fun at a party.</p><p>Mr. Kent blames the French for leading the way in the area of dirty magazines and notes that men used to smuggle home magazines from France and pass them to their friends. But now in the mid-20s, the Americans have surpassed the French in depravity with our Yankee crudity. Faced with the "imposing array" of publications gathered at the country magazine peddler, Frank writes, "When you stop to analyze, scrutinize, and check up there is here more reason for apprehension as to the future of than any other single symptom in America today." Wow. I like to "scrutinize" the girlie mags, too, but it's telling of the age that the proliferation of this "gutter" media might be seen as the greatest existential threat to our way of life (culture war language if there ever was).</p><p>Kent's keen at least in that he knows the changes in magazine culture hasn't happened overnight. He notes that there's been a gradual growth in risque magazines since 1920 (and even before) but that more and more magazines have been popping up in 1923-1925. He writes, "The place to fully appreciate its proportions is in the smaller cities and towns with populations ranging from 20,000 to 100,000 - towns, for instance, like Fairmont, West Virginia, where one newsdealer sells 2,200 copies every single month of every issue of a single monthly devoted to stories of sex experiences and nude art; or like Steubenville, Ohio, where out of 110 periodicals on sale in a single store, 60 were either out and out the prurient type or bordered on the libidinous line." But even more salacious than these more visible periodicals are "the real shock troops of these paper battalions of literary indecency...the smaller and more compact nonfiction affairs frankly and exclusively given over to obscenities." What HAVE you been reading anyways, Mr. Kent? "They carry no advertisements and go to the dealers express, not by mail." Under the counter baby. Or I've heard the cigarette girls in the nightclubs like this one from Oscar Greiner might carry them in their boxes.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0r5OYIv6dTz64Yu6UMyLY1ftXYPRJmTHh98D8-PF1W6cF55gQjoOYNYB6JCG8YW1Z68mUV3lDdxkcfwsfyWaiHfT2Law3W1bZQNRXriL419M9O19R9RGUINtgg8d9e2WE5R4U1IUtszb_e9jfg3dO8_scKd72VCe1Kx21Mds8uAYtjJT076mUKawhjz0/s4109/La_Paree_Stories_1931-01_v02n01.Irwin_cover_Greiner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4109" data-original-width="2931" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0r5OYIv6dTz64Yu6UMyLY1ftXYPRJmTHh98D8-PF1W6cF55gQjoOYNYB6JCG8YW1Z68mUV3lDdxkcfwsfyWaiHfT2Law3W1bZQNRXriL419M9O19R9RGUINtgg8d9e2WE5R4U1IUtszb_e9jfg3dO8_scKd72VCe1Kx21Mds8uAYtjJT076mUKawhjz0/w456-h640/La_Paree_Stories_1931-01_v02n01.Irwin_cover_Greiner.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><p>Why has their been no outcry "centered on this great American smut crop of the last two years (?)...Certainly, a more fruitful field for moral crusade would be hard to conceive." Kent's getting worked up now. Pictures of nekkid girls or dirty jokes are more dangerous than liquor and especially corrosive to young minds. Sexy romances will muddy your brain to mush. In fact, "It ought to clearly suggest to those who think ahead and clearly that here is a greater menace to the future than any socialistic, communistic, or Bolshevistic propaganda that can be devised. Here is something real about which to see red." Smut, ladies and gentlemen, scarier than the commies. Beautiful, though, ain't it?<br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p></p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-89132689641885766762023-06-26T00:18:00.005-07:002023-06-26T00:35:54.870-07:00Edwin Bower Hesser's Monthly Arts Pictorial, June 1925<p>So, I'm all over the place lately. I'd intended to post another Fawcett from 1937 to go with that True Mystic Confessions from a few weeks back but ended up going so far down the Fawcett rabbit hole that I want to tack to other subjects while I get a larger project together on the publisher. So, tonight, let's go back to the one project I'm constantly chipping at here at Darwination Scans, the girlie magazines of the 1920s. I do believe I've happened upon a key specimen, Arts Monthly Pictorial, June 1925.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlBWOGIF2eyslJcRnXAVqkCAufJwYvz5_vNWH50fXs0vIRGkk8ClKhrsAME3fOrsX9QXw_zGM30bTZCw3auUfqQKcamdmG3DJdMGrHMbTDC0kFtChC-CipmEFz51wJkYRBMJsL8ElPFgzpGbdgGqaecyU-x0fJQl-jqxHHi9Bf4iwyXQfFG9vQkO7H5-g/s4514/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4514" data-original-width="3349" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlBWOGIF2eyslJcRnXAVqkCAufJwYvz5_vNWH50fXs0vIRGkk8ClKhrsAME3fOrsX9QXw_zGM30bTZCw3auUfqQKcamdmG3DJdMGrHMbTDC0kFtChC-CipmEFz51wJkYRBMJsL8ElPFgzpGbdgGqaecyU-x0fJQl-jqxHHi9Bf4iwyXQfFG9vQkO7H5-g/w474-h640/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0001.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><p></p><p>A mischievous nymph in a magic forest peers at you from a purple cover a century and worlds away.<br /></p><p>A better view at my Flickr thread <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/52993658822" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /></p><p>Get the full hires scan here: <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/siljjk16lgoq8xj/Arts_Monthly_Pictorial_v02n04_1925-05_%2528Darwination%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">Arts Monthly Pictorial v02n04 1925-05 (Darwination).cbr</a><br /></p><p> or you can the issue from my shelf at the Internet Archive <a href="https://archive.org/details/arts-monthly-pictorial-v-02n-04-1925-05-darwination-ia" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /></p><p>As the middle of the roaring twenties, the adult end of the magazine market started to boil over. The small, humor digests like Capt. Billy's Whiz-Bang or Hot Dog started to give way to grander productions. New and cheaper printing techniques meant that photography and color might make their way down market. Or, heaven forbid, let's make some high end material to match the opulence and wildness and fat times of the 20s. Girls had bobbed hair and the world is changing quickly with fast cars and bootleg booze. Live entertainment became racier and racier. A revolution in manners and morals, heavens to betsy. In the flapper's magazines you'd see pictures of girls in bathing suits. In the Broadway magazines, perhaps you'd see Alfred Cheney Johnston's photos of follies girls wearing less and less. Nude doodles start to appear in humor mags high and low. And there was no code in Hollywood yet and appetite for glamour and raciness.</p><p>Edwin Bower Hesser (1893-1962) was a key figure in the photography of the magazines of the 20s and 30s, but it wasn't his first undertaking in the Arts. Trained in a traditional curriculum and in photography at the Art Institute Chicago, Cheney was interested in the technology and possibilities artistically and financially of the motion pictures. He reached out to a London company and became the New York agent for Kinemacolor, a process which used red and green filters for a new color experience.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKx1FQYXT0iABnmspts8AwKXULg2ETL_j-zaseF4mW76IQpH2z6pL0KgFkWOATB4dCrRcxBusu5GE2wIO0t4ntdjSderfqNd3_VQjs_f7Dg4fAJ2GTJKCn-Um-SA3EQKmX_uEYrWAAs3beWsj4tqeUssWImtBefABu7Ox1gg-xRryneZ6-e7Hoh0-q8s/s605/Kinemacolor%20ad.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="605" height="610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKx1FQYXT0iABnmspts8AwKXULg2ETL_j-zaseF4mW76IQpH2z6pL0KgFkWOATB4dCrRcxBusu5GE2wIO0t4ntdjSderfqNd3_VQjs_f7Dg4fAJ2GTJKCn-Um-SA3EQKmX_uEYrWAAs3beWsj4tqeUssWImtBefABu7Ox1gg-xRryneZ6-e7Hoh0-q8s/w640-h610/Kinemacolor%20ad.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>A 1911 Advertisement for the process from sciencemuseumgroup.org in the UK. More information on Kinemacolor provided <a href="https://collection.sciencemuseumgroup.org.uk/objects/co8227122/advertisement-for-kinemacolor-advertisement" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p>David Shields has an excellent bio on Hesser which you can find <a href="https://broadway.library.sc.edu/content/edwin-bower-hessers-strange-and-arty-journey.html">here</a>. He writes of Hesser's glorious and abrupt adventure in Kinemacolor and theatre management:</p><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: justify;">In autumn of 1911 Hesser managed the Kinemacolor Theatre on 40th Street in Manhattan, the former Mendelssohn Hall, an electrified 1,200 auditorium designed by Robert H. Robertson. Hesser presided over the first of the great movie houses, predating New York’s Regent (1,800 capacity—1913) and Strand (3,000 capacity-1914) by two years.[vi] He charged $1.00 per seat, an extraordinary sum contrasted to the 15 cents that was the norm for motion pictures in the city. So long as the Kinemacolor Company could supply product, the Theatre did brisk business. Highlights of the 1911-1912 season included “The Indian Durbar greeting King George V,” “Nature’s Wonders,” “The Burial of the Battleship Maine,” “Royal Horse Show,” “Unveiling of the Victoria Memorial,” and one photo-play: “Oedipus Rex” with live actors speaking in synchrony with the screen action. Unfortunately the cumbersome production and inefficiency in managing projects forced Kinemacolor to resort to small scale projects—supplying illustrative movies of butterflies for Lillian Russell lectures on how to remain beautiful or brief film inserts for stage plays. High ticket prices, the lack of new product, and the Motion Picture Patent Company Monopoly’s ban on supplying product doomed the Kinemacolor Theatre which went dark before the end of 1912. Kinemacolor dispensed with Hesser’s services. <br /></div><p>And that was apparently the end of <a href="http://www.nycago.org/Organs/NYC/html/MendelssohnHall.html" target="_blank">Mendelssohn Hall</a>, too, as the owner sold the building, and it was torn down so lofts could be built.</p><p>Flikr user CharmaineZoe has found an ad for Hesser's venture:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBiZNmB095zrPKAag1v9uKekDEFAju8YfdkrxT7dElESKbP0yG8G-EmAb3BGoNZaVYaLxb7jdfFD3J7DtjeX0DrSukCXPPOLnhSWKi8PRYccET0uyp0q3ycRuK9HUeeu9tmt8oGJ8eE9M8g5jM6DlJ3tbFNHvoeuwzW8-L5Td77SEfm8TJJArg_AI012Q/s500/12010322976_b1e7c423fd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="233" data-original-width="500" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBiZNmB095zrPKAag1v9uKekDEFAju8YfdkrxT7dElESKbP0yG8G-EmAb3BGoNZaVYaLxb7jdfFD3J7DtjeX0DrSukCXPPOLnhSWKi8PRYccET0uyp0q3ycRuK9HUeeu9tmt8oGJ8eE9M8g5jM6DlJ3tbFNHvoeuwzW8-L5Td77SEfm8TJJArg_AI012Q/s320/12010322976_b1e7c423fd.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>She has some nice links in the placard as well as some galleries of Kinemacolor in New York as well as great gallery of old theaters <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/charmainezoe/12010322976" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p>But life moves on, and so did Hesser. He tried a touring opera, mixing photo light show and poetry, starting a school for actors and making his own motion pictures. When that didn't work out, he joined the military as photographer and wrote screenplays. Sensing that the real action as a photographic artist had moved west, Hesser went to LA in a publicity photographer role and there found the subject that would propel him to photographic stardom - starlets. Hesser contracted with Brewster Publications in New York to provide material for Motion Picture classics and Shadowland, which is a classic American magazine by any definition. The Amon Carter Museum of American Art Research Library, God bless them, have scanned and uploaded to the Internet Archive a magnificent run of Shadowland which you can read <a href="https://archive.org/details/shadowlandmagazine" target="_blank">here</a>. Hesser's big break came with this photo from the January 1921 issue:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1G9M93mcUbq0-k4SB_WdPetM2iHt7HuyBgoExw5FgmteRK6hvJo5QTVrv3hTh8a3oLa1ry8fXG66Txg5dPdJuU-wLjYOVQH7IaFFIX_8ssWB1SIXk8UHMvt-uffM02ALwGI6sOMpzW25VaBIdX9k2HooXJfZhY8rt0JDnz7MWhR7EuCh0xHqJtuO7CQ/s3946/Shadowland1921-01P0037%20Phyllis%20Haver%20Hesser.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3946" data-original-width="2713" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1G9M93mcUbq0-k4SB_WdPetM2iHt7HuyBgoExw5FgmteRK6hvJo5QTVrv3hTh8a3oLa1ry8fXG66Txg5dPdJuU-wLjYOVQH7IaFFIX_8ssWB1SIXk8UHMvt-uffM02ALwGI6sOMpzW25VaBIdX9k2HooXJfZhY8rt0JDnz7MWhR7EuCh0xHqJtuO7CQ/w440-h640/Shadowland1921-01P0037%20Phyllis%20Haver%20Hesser.jpg" width="440" /></a></div><p> David Shields writes of Hesser's break and photographic style:</p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: justify;">1921 was Hesser’s breakthrough year as a entertainment portraitist. He
placed a headshot of Phyllis Haver in the January issue of <i>Shadowland</i>
and immediately became a hot commodity among magazine editors and art
directors. In the next six months he would place images in <i>Pictureplay</i>, <i>Pantomime</i>, <i>Movie Weekly</i>, <i>Motion Picture Classic</i>, <i>Film Stories</i>, <i>Motion Picture</i>, <i>Theatre</i>, and <i>Photoplay</i>.
In 1921 he published portraits of 30 female stars as illustrations for
73 articles, with flapper Colleen Moore, Florence Vidor, and Katharine
MacDonald being the most saleable personalities, securing four features
each. Appearances in Brewster Publishing magazines—<i>Shadowland</i> or <i>Motion Picture Classic </i>accounted
for half of his business. He was the most prominently featured
photographer in the May, August, September, and October <i>Classics</i>,
appearing in six stories per issue. What made such an impression on
the editors? Hesser gave women—even plain and middle-aged women—an
erotic charge. He specialized in bust shots with rounded bare
shoulders, back-lit hair to surround in the head in a halo, a pictorial
focus upon the sitters’ eyes. He modulated the toning in
the prints, avoiding stark contrasts, and seeking a palpable
three-dimensionality of the arms, body, chin, and cheeks. Backgrounds
were minimized. Costume was optional. Like Alfred Cheney Johnston, he
made extensive use of drapes. His women rarely seemed imperious, aloof,
cruel, or narcissistic. They were posed to appear coy, charming,
candidly and attentively direct, sometimes pensive, sometimes merry.
Most displayed a consciousness of their beauty. He was less fascinated
by the profile shot than any major entertainment portraitist of the
early 1920s. <br /></p><p>Hesser began his own magazine, Hesser Arts' Monthly, in 1922. I've never seen images of this magazine. Hesser knew that skin was in and veered towards nude photography, the type that had previously been sold only out of the backs of magazines. </p><p>The issue I've scanned here is what I believe is the first issue of a title that would run for something like the next five years albeit under different publishers.</p><p>A mission statement, typical of a first issue, but also often repeated in the artists and models magazines.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvrk0Ysv-Pkq_3uxzSDWY7hDsDGtfAHdW9Xz2YjKjtIgKxQWUYMiRjIOYTlFCCE2iEBWn2_cRXpcimLZJy6IwclC9g-52bA1MzqBTXX92UkVuKPkFdBueUpEk9Vzfc1xkLlGx-d_lEJeOt0n7eX-KT_Y37sjEb38VhgajRoo1BnjEiAzqaZ2jcO6t0658/s4513/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4513" data-original-width="3219" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvrk0Ysv-Pkq_3uxzSDWY7hDsDGtfAHdW9Xz2YjKjtIgKxQWUYMiRjIOYTlFCCE2iEBWn2_cRXpcimLZJy6IwclC9g-52bA1MzqBTXX92UkVuKPkFdBueUpEk9Vzfc1xkLlGx-d_lEJeOt0n7eX-KT_Y37sjEb38VhgajRoo1BnjEiAzqaZ2jcO6t0658/w456-h640/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0002.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><p>Art is for everyone. Why not have great art in a magazine cheap enough to be enjoyed by the masses where they live. Masterworks might be viewed by the layman wherever he may be. Art will not be guided by prudery and neither is anything on display improper. The nude "long recognized as inseparable from art" will of course be represented "but always in such a delicate manner that the magazine may enter any enlightened home." Skin sells but maybe Hesser has another mission, too.</p><p>But a closer look at the indicia.<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCgNnfpH_ZbSvSqceg1FgMe7J3x8ztddQQhCw7pcAFyFT00mdF_RdjPX6702pvQU6cQY41sg2prTvMZQto_PgXwssozhIAjL5DLnBV5UlLr8S1dHTPhosUZ-DFeFzE9RVGxfKBueVW2s1M0t1JTZmuQbPMKLHSmkPac1C5vaZCCDQS8nPXN5omCdoFA4/s2422/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0002.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="2422" height="64" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCgNnfpH_ZbSvSqceg1FgMe7J3x8ztddQQhCw7pcAFyFT00mdF_RdjPX6702pvQU6cQY41sg2prTvMZQto_PgXwssozhIAjL5DLnBV5UlLr8S1dHTPhosUZ-DFeFzE9RVGxfKBueVW2s1M0t1JTZmuQbPMKLHSmkPac1C5vaZCCDQS8nPXN5omCdoFA4/w640-h64/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0002.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>TNT is actually a neat little humor/Hollywood digest that I'd characterize as a Hollywood Capt. Billy's. I'll scan the issue I have some time which just happens to be v02n03, January 1925:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBkALEeNjBu85O9to-9xIr6vtOX4EnZygy4pq7HXj0sitloAUXzYGh52GaAodGzeAx9uidG_kZJw2AAU0WbukUX83ciuWrGEFl6vnUhzSXT5RQffJKsq_23v9QsX_TuI6qfnxVHRJzIlTtRGWNftSa8wMqxdS7LOukaP99-q86Ton-IHmoeoqnVTjb6PE/s2861/TNT%20v02n03%20(1925-01)%20cover%20Billy%20Cam.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2861" data-original-width="2015" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBkALEeNjBu85O9to-9xIr6vtOX4EnZygy4pq7HXj0sitloAUXzYGh52GaAodGzeAx9uidG_kZJw2AAU0WbukUX83ciuWrGEFl6vnUhzSXT5RQffJKsq_23v9QsX_TuI6qfnxVHRJzIlTtRGWNftSa8wMqxdS7LOukaP99-q86Ton-IHmoeoqnVTjb6PE/w450-h640/TNT%20v02n03%20(1925-01)%20cover%20Billy%20Cam.jpg" width="450" /></a></div><p>Billy Cam art. So, with Arts Monthly picking up the numbering, I'm pretty sure that makes our purple issue the first. Later the mag would move to New York as part of Frank Armer's Art Group and later still be published by Dawn Publishing (who I recently wrote about in a post on SEX <a href="http://darwinscans.blogspot.com/2023/04/sex-november-1926.html" target="_blank">here</a>). I intend to revisit Hesser's work (and have likely posted it in girlie pulp scans) c.1930 at some point, but for now let's take a look at some pages from the issue and his photographic style. All the talk and history is one thing, but you learn just as much by LOOKING. The mag itself is a decent production on large thick stock, slick pages with multi colored inks. The printing is not the greatest and the photos are delicate, so I've gone with a minimal color edit. It pains me again to say how much I hate blogger's broken image system (but not half as much as it pains me too look at the compressed, blurry and otherwise butchered .jpegs), so I'll put up some Flickr mirror links if it's an image I've posted in my gallery there.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjY1PomD1QeGBOQFY2Oox4Gn9ztdr8ef-cDnmjQeEeFxMzeazn8dqx3uxzTjWvvLFnmYsySR3b186kFpTrfjmyIxfyy2apkubgA2mPBsf_B3_pFzRrmiz2CYvES8-qRlSoqsf2wifr6sPdNKxR9zX-90VO8azv3vqTaYukOBsbiItUCfdQ1y7ef-ckt9M/s4574/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4574" data-original-width="3376" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjY1PomD1QeGBOQFY2Oox4Gn9ztdr8ef-cDnmjQeEeFxMzeazn8dqx3uxzTjWvvLFnmYsySR3b186kFpTrfjmyIxfyy2apkubgA2mPBsf_B3_pFzRrmiz2CYvES8-qRlSoqsf2wifr6sPdNKxR9zX-90VO8azv3vqTaYukOBsbiItUCfdQ1y7ef-ckt9M/w472-h640/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0003.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><p>Eve. There is a reclamation of Eve at work in the 20s, woman beautiful in her natural state, innocent and not so innocent, knowledge or no. Hesser sets his models in natural settings as often as not. The light and shadow and natural curve of body or tree or stream at play.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ct0gxrxUFXYbuHmfUhhG52s5Oxna1_KSTVxzlfzySjklUAhZL-8C35Imi6OE9CbBtXNBjxpgLpwBZphraQe_tQL59pNIuVsVoUmcHd9nVZAsxlbDDhX7fBOZs62nY4eZggLHsavOJwTtr6fqrXk_5KfI4kg9OTliyMlnW0uk4vHw_e4SnQziHdxFooE/s4456/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0005.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4456" data-original-width="3198" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ct0gxrxUFXYbuHmfUhhG52s5Oxna1_KSTVxzlfzySjklUAhZL-8C35Imi6OE9CbBtXNBjxpgLpwBZphraQe_tQL59pNIuVsVoUmcHd9nVZAsxlbDDhX7fBOZs62nY4eZggLHsavOJwTtr6fqrXk_5KfI4kg9OTliyMlnW0uk4vHw_e4SnQziHdxFooE/w460-h640/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0005.jpg" width="460" /></a></div> Yvonne Park, Pandora, 1880<br /><p></p><p>George Brookwell on photography as fine art, once a laughable idea. But here is photography as a medium of expression. We make a lot of choices when take a picture. And then there's the relation of photographer and subject. Has the proliferation of and availability of cameras led to a more artful approach to photography? There's certainly more opportunity to take a picture, and yet why is the world full of so many bad photos? Don't ask me - the only camera I'm any good with is my scanner -<br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCCpcmUPipirTjsPTPH59z6b-8oK2xHiLaYltiEGJb5QM2EuWLRoQ3RkzafBJigQws8_qCzxpYfOJr0MK2kKluv-5btli359_12efqfyycBZvGeYXty8cG9SIK96ZBgnyGzjv0lvOetco-lKUd_vxPus4u1YbQfpWJyBXp798SKRlFiz0q7adtMHTcquE/s4515/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0006.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4515" data-original-width="3083" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCCpcmUPipirTjsPTPH59z6b-8oK2xHiLaYltiEGJb5QM2EuWLRoQ3RkzafBJigQws8_qCzxpYfOJr0MK2kKluv-5btli359_12efqfyycBZvGeYXty8cG9SIK96ZBgnyGzjv0lvOetco-lKUd_vxPus4u1YbQfpWJyBXp798SKRlFiz0q7adtMHTcquE/w438-h640/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0006.jpg" width="438" /></a></div>Salome by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franti%C5%A1ek_Drtikol">Frantisek Drtikol</a>, who perhaps takes a more angular approach than Hesser.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3qZe9j_tydt7If5SzwxnILK4-SLXym8Sv41odDs2qfHF4gQh6texYjYJg6BPd3Qf_a6mZDxGg7m9_JFJ6FbCque4i1YxI5u5nA3k_BEqV59NdDtPfkQRBscC-M_BmuDCaZeT0VMY8B-q3dYJ2SgXYcRA0S4AKHoKSGnOR8MFkSZnEYTVY0z9NOEmeD_E/s4447/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0009.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4447" data-original-width="3083" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3qZe9j_tydt7If5SzwxnILK4-SLXym8Sv41odDs2qfHF4gQh6texYjYJg6BPd3Qf_a6mZDxGg7m9_JFJ6FbCque4i1YxI5u5nA3k_BEqV59NdDtPfkQRBscC-M_BmuDCaZeT0VMY8B-q3dYJ2SgXYcRA0S4AKHoKSGnOR8MFkSZnEYTVY0z9NOEmeD_E/w444-h640/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0009.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><p>The Veil by Edwin Bower Hesser.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4ya8nig0H2OECOP4YogesyXfF_kYYHSlmsGdanafR_AGhGEAe6F65bJAqrQkp5ROZwpzzWXTFa0XpaYQx5hKpd85jtRQBpLBQ8f3LrW4CJjEqB0l5EopQcnhpi-O4Qp0opWnnbjJd8931J-0v4S8nTvsg9aiFtxR2hXnVoiTr_qJyfERBkaDOuVpX1U/s4480/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0012.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4480" data-original-width="3083" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4ya8nig0H2OECOP4YogesyXfF_kYYHSlmsGdanafR_AGhGEAe6F65bJAqrQkp5ROZwpzzWXTFa0XpaYQx5hKpd85jtRQBpLBQ8f3LrW4CJjEqB0l5EopQcnhpi-O4Qp0opWnnbjJd8931J-0v4S8nTvsg9aiFtxR2hXnVoiTr_qJyfERBkaDOuVpX1U/w440-h640/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0012.jpg" width="440" /></a></div><p>Gloria Swanson channels Sarah Bernhardt as inspiration. Edwin Bower Hesser. A better look on Flickr <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/52994410304">here</a>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhleQb0ciwKjb9tRm86hc6cvXNx6gAdX9bKxIcyevyTeqkFF8ZZ2fB8OI_VLQmcepT1kgHl-IrFzBsqC705iQ_e3dUC0QHbfcPdfgpaoRWmQE_cHdJdEaTT2HULzVoVwQc6Y3f8jbeWA1jWS4kKbGqfRkyd93n4j8nUJrX48kyqltVz9A1LKwLn2OMPq28/s4458/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0016.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4458" data-original-width="3091" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhleQb0ciwKjb9tRm86hc6cvXNx6gAdX9bKxIcyevyTeqkFF8ZZ2fB8OI_VLQmcepT1kgHl-IrFzBsqC705iQ_e3dUC0QHbfcPdfgpaoRWmQE_cHdJdEaTT2HULzVoVwQc6Y3f8jbeWA1jWS4kKbGqfRkyd93n4j8nUJrX48kyqltVz9A1LKwLn2OMPq28/w444-h640/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0016.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTCAdmZ2ZC1augkoZ5gy0mCJkq8Ft4WaqQGdEvHKmi0K-JfUxWDRnOHvwilHW2BXMCrtFosCibuH988KsPhESEspPsYJlnSr8jZ8Q8SkwiDqrDEdO9ojQJJxWprCybRD2hFnGJftfuIvBls-vOqyUXKXheAMZOzxjC36D8O3YN3Y-sUgGJZrvLZ4G6--Y/s4443/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0019.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4443" data-original-width="3206" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTCAdmZ2ZC1augkoZ5gy0mCJkq8Ft4WaqQGdEvHKmi0K-JfUxWDRnOHvwilHW2BXMCrtFosCibuH988KsPhESEspPsYJlnSr8jZ8Q8SkwiDqrDEdO9ojQJJxWprCybRD2hFnGJftfuIvBls-vOqyUXKXheAMZOzxjC36D8O3YN3Y-sUgGJZrvLZ4G6--Y/w462-h640/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0019.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><p>Two images of the Wright Dancers, in purple, bodies in motion, in sepia, still and symmetrical. How I love the 20s hairdos.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Ayy_rbIDSTytg4qfX7Q3awh8Zo-iTmUSTPKvxQdk4oDAx-qbAPHaopUKkPrQGshRGm8qGJIRwIfgMk0z1oMkeCd9kbG9DChIlE2mQUms-sAjNAF_CG7zd_ZIn53tydf2JpNzyNDdQZtu9UhXjDgdr6EtESOtW9i_2beKMjK_jQZ1JOz711sojRDc9KA/s4448/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0021.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4448" data-original-width="3211" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Ayy_rbIDSTytg4qfX7Q3awh8Zo-iTmUSTPKvxQdk4oDAx-qbAPHaopUKkPrQGshRGm8qGJIRwIfgMk0z1oMkeCd9kbG9DChIlE2mQUms-sAjNAF_CG7zd_ZIn53tydf2JpNzyNDdQZtu9UhXjDgdr6EtESOtW9i_2beKMjK_jQZ1JOz711sojRDc9KA/w462-h640/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0021.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><br /> Cecil B. De Mille, Mack Sennett, and Joseph Schenk say that you, too, can become a star.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyNnSrjxZxI0_5AbFVbz-jLHguQSIg5qg742hEQ8OdBhSr2IJKiZ2JoKA8SRL8Gxpsb-dfA6mgV4dFOzm5GYzsil_cPXwcAFQnpFbxkgss4kXYxPYstE60v69FKsajQ0OR6m-yMYzshXrGeWnFtbrtxdRnkVniqyEb0_beTJAK3UcbXqHQDw7BBL4QF1w/s4530/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0024.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4530" data-original-width="3094" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyNnSrjxZxI0_5AbFVbz-jLHguQSIg5qg742hEQ8OdBhSr2IJKiZ2JoKA8SRL8Gxpsb-dfA6mgV4dFOzm5GYzsil_cPXwcAFQnpFbxkgss4kXYxPYstE60v69FKsajQ0OR6m-yMYzshXrGeWnFtbrtxdRnkVniqyEb0_beTJAK3UcbXqHQDw7BBL4QF1w/w438-h640/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0024.jpg" width="438" /></a></div><p>Betty Compson by Edwin Bower Hesser</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDVFUgn-RKaDcngbHcIj1zuMTYvtFbJEd45V5KskvLE5oQTz5hMRTYcGC5uWZqTrcpyKQ5fw5fW6aGsgpk7yQvZzswZNNdavWYNbDaWG_ai-uhL1RemCHSyVKRWteMMCiAkN9MFqNo2HW_EQWncekFFH0sG4LWgJSvV9v-ZiqqfhAc5XL2Vkojzf1zNto/s4464/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0032.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4464" data-original-width="3097" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDVFUgn-RKaDcngbHcIj1zuMTYvtFbJEd45V5KskvLE5oQTz5hMRTYcGC5uWZqTrcpyKQ5fw5fW6aGsgpk7yQvZzswZNNdavWYNbDaWG_ai-uhL1RemCHSyVKRWteMMCiAkN9MFqNo2HW_EQWncekFFH0sG4LWgJSvV9v-ZiqqfhAc5XL2Vkojzf1zNto/w444-h640/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0032.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><p>Lorna Palmar, Stunning. Winner of first prize in The Los Angeles Examiner's contest for the "The Perfect Extra Girl" at Flickr <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/52994269846" target="_blank">here</a></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03Rce5MGnj9juygLDRa_soRC9tjhbfM13KDe1D1twn4rDwJcZQVjqefAMolcD-Moo5-mmA9XPWktKqsmF8OCk9RgZ4pD1pBlcjYnNQfJY8hC9-gIupvYrT7Ne9bEp4K8AuMXYxvPPwruapUUK5z_yoMk22bpoYbHleMP2WGm6VBZaAlCpBWjBAhwWjHw/s4463/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0041.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4463" data-original-width="3064" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03Rce5MGnj9juygLDRa_soRC9tjhbfM13KDe1D1twn4rDwJcZQVjqefAMolcD-Moo5-mmA9XPWktKqsmF8OCk9RgZ4pD1pBlcjYnNQfJY8hC9-gIupvYrT7Ne9bEp4K8AuMXYxvPPwruapUUK5z_yoMk22bpoYbHleMP2WGm6VBZaAlCpBWjBAhwWjHw/w440-h640/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0041.jpg" width="440" /></a></div>Martha Lorber of the Ziegfield Follies by Edwin Bower Hesser. A fantastic compostion, the angles of the arm and legs. The smooth and pale blankness of the skin contrasted with the natural but ornate decorations on the shiny silk. Fashion accentuated by nakedness? At Flickr <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/52993667247" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /><p></p><p>And sometimes I snark at the art pieces in these mags as window dressing but sometimes I find something new. This issue introduced me to Luis Falero whose mythological ladies almost have a science fiction bent. Astounding.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHYsV6BxX9qOYtl2NU6CPGn2NWsWbRtj8u8pbdy-NSzPZog3n6lOM92tUtKauFoMkk9XB-mdYZ1VzScvKcXkmWjpkjhfHZVYeSH1VCtTDhGJqzAkzpRI8kLOS22bbtK2dF94VcbH8iPHnWdiPKDiCQyaRBGoDYG818AXHXQfGVAXQCuuKzoZqrTnW48MA/s4496/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0038.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4496" data-original-width="3152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHYsV6BxX9qOYtl2NU6CPGn2NWsWbRtj8u8pbdy-NSzPZog3n6lOM92tUtKauFoMkk9XB-mdYZ1VzScvKcXkmWjpkjhfHZVYeSH1VCtTDhGJqzAkzpRI8kLOS22bbtK2dF94VcbH8iPHnWdiPKDiCQyaRBGoDYG818AXHXQfGVAXQCuuKzoZqrTnW48MA/s320/ArtsMonthlyPictorial1925-05p0038.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLziLEQVAI_TDJJTfraR6v8vCHn1g_wt22zyd8NJHHyIu3AcIuoHDBPFjGtKA-pqgAgwHZZpjGn1LOZVOTqvnJIlQdrAizhJItz06SPKg9nEuV_gxhy2dfn7nT43vfgGX2YL4p4JZk-cu2N5fLsxUfsxA9hVUU-9tBZrWsiHDgunJkCku0v_wGRws8trY/s3932/Luis%20Falero%20-Twin%20Stars%20%20watercolor%201881%20Metropolitan%20Museum%20of%20Art.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3932" data-original-width="2101" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLziLEQVAI_TDJJTfraR6v8vCHn1g_wt22zyd8NJHHyIu3AcIuoHDBPFjGtKA-pqgAgwHZZpjGn1LOZVOTqvnJIlQdrAizhJItz06SPKg9nEuV_gxhy2dfn7nT43vfgGX2YL4p4JZk-cu2N5fLsxUfsxA9hVUU-9tBZrWsiHDgunJkCku0v_wGRws8trY/w342-h640/Luis%20Falero%20-Twin%20Stars%20%20watercolor%201881%20Metropolitan%20Museum%20of%20Art.jpg" width="342" /></a></div>Luis Falero, watercolor, 1881, at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. More Falero <a href="https://www.artrenewal.org/artists/luis-ricardo-falero/150" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /><p></p><p>And more - Norma Shearer, Evelyn Pierce, Colleen Moore, Corinne Griffith, Ricardo Cortez, Shirley Mason, Lillian Knight, Carol Wines, Marjorie Daw, Marguerite de la Motte, Monte Blue, and Zelma O'Neal.</p><p>I have no idea what I'll blog next but do enjoy when I take the time to write a post. I've been scanning some new stuff and also chasing down leads on some old scans that never made it out here. Every subject I research seems to lead me down some other wonderful or stupefying path of inquiry I never intended to walk. It can feel like walking in circles sometimes, but the trip is a trip - - -<br /></p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-67028521364476855272023-06-16T12:14:00.016-07:002023-06-17T01:17:25.383-07:00Swipe? Paris Gayety cover November 1933 / Tattoo Ad True Confessions Back Cover January 1935<p>An on-the-spot sort of post with found images. I was indexing True Confessions from Fawcett (a publisher we'll be working with here a bit) and came across this ad on a back cover from 1935.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxAINP651jGdD_48XV8JTRsrhTafvtz9xIKUd32GkDYmeapbXx-OYNN7GMAFKdZphpsppBw98oUQnSjjWmHr-x3LHubi8854AQnUfgeON8Sl5HPf-QB2zpvuLkK3Ca7IAvlY2tXBNGpkzecwbPM2W2Svcp6RQVL_MQWiUWXo2VKOD1OqqIPAO1NF9j/s2948/True%20Confessions%201935-01%20sample%20bc.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2948" data-original-width="2257" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxAINP651jGdD_48XV8JTRsrhTafvtz9xIKUd32GkDYmeapbXx-OYNN7GMAFKdZphpsppBw98oUQnSjjWmHr-x3LHubi8854AQnUfgeON8Sl5HPf-QB2zpvuLkK3Ca7IAvlY2tXBNGpkzecwbPM2W2Svcp6RQVL_MQWiUWXo2VKOD1OqqIPAO1NF9j/w490-h640/True%20Confessions%201935-01%20sample%20bc.jpg" width="490" /></a></div>Artist(s) unknown. But the pose and the bow instantly reminded me of this cover of Paris Gayety from 1933: <br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQVXwbBHX_wo869blRLDX9WSyMOKtWXKyNXCFqXWYL97YGtfjwIxfT4CGC0bRvbCyWf8rtMv8-iY67Wh1QaCSqTpLfBH3bSt0gptsIJZyBg5V_aNvyJG82Guu1uC7YV6ImWFg5NC6jpU0Fq4ggqshudq2O4l0ywG_g4QpU6aHPzovK_9UnqyB3Wmo/s768/Paris%20Gayety%201933-11%20v02n01.Shade%20cover%20Baumann.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="518" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQVXwbBHX_wo869blRLDX9WSyMOKtWXKyNXCFqXWYL97YGtfjwIxfT4CGC0bRvbCyWf8rtMv8-iY67Wh1QaCSqTpLfBH3bSt0gptsIJZyBg5V_aNvyJG82Guu1uC7YV6ImWFg5NC6jpU0Fq4ggqshudq2O4l0ywG_g4QpU6aHPzovK_9UnqyB3Wmo/w432-h640/Paris%20Gayety%201933-11%20v02n01.Shade%20cover%20Baumann.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><p>Artist - Baumann. This is one of those oddball cases in the girlies where you see an artist on perhaps a single cover or two and never again. Here's number two, Paris Nights April 1934</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYS28y8lsRWqv0dxkWalUPkp9BKYrR0atqlB3_xY_pkZ7iATZ-T72dio7E6CxW2p4evDciyhIzl0X946n6NC12j-O1TEfJt2TqKdADufaUXIAfrA-qXOWMMT8cBGdfWo5TkcSNfiLvcHmdV392xoADGAAUnBWVUtsAPuOnVZTvEXFvwJgekTIAfVdK/s861/Paris%20Nights%201934-04%20v12n08.Red%20Top%20cover%20Baumann.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="861" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYS28y8lsRWqv0dxkWalUPkp9BKYrR0atqlB3_xY_pkZ7iATZ-T72dio7E6CxW2p4evDciyhIzl0X946n6NC12j-O1TEfJt2TqKdADufaUXIAfrA-qXOWMMT8cBGdfWo5TkcSNfiLvcHmdV392xoADGAAUnBWVUtsAPuOnVZTvEXFvwJgekTIAfVdK/w446-h640/Paris%20Nights%201934-04%20v12n08.Red%20Top%20cover%20Baumann.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><p>Hit me with some info on the artist if you have it beyond the last name, never to be seen again on the girlies. (Nice error on Robert Leslie Bellem's name on the cover there, editor, oof) Well, this isn't quite true as the first cover was used again in 1939 on Gay French, a reprint title, recycling, baby, Art Models with Figures Supreme, ha<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OkcD3zL-yOMX7OMAhDGpkot-x8ksZpntrs0DP-mG7cz7Qb5HVRIoVvEQmBbL9KlEgvXQGJGmf_bS0HGWpw3w-R1gVT-ZKUY8pfKNTCiBRzZVYDHHEK0jBCrslChB2FUcoKA1lZ-CERzH3dgAo-0PVcY_6zaRj1GZLG863LfzuPVnlw10nw3kGXLo/s1600/Gay%20French%20Storiesv01n34%20c1939%20cover%20Baumann.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1157" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OkcD3zL-yOMX7OMAhDGpkot-x8ksZpntrs0DP-mG7cz7Qb5HVRIoVvEQmBbL9KlEgvXQGJGmf_bS0HGWpw3w-R1gVT-ZKUY8pfKNTCiBRzZVYDHHEK0jBCrslChB2FUcoKA1lZ-CERzH3dgAo-0PVcY_6zaRj1GZLG863LfzuPVnlw10nw3kGXLo/w462-h640/Gay%20French%20Storiesv01n34%20c1939%20cover%20Baumann.JPG" width="462" /></a></div><p><br /> All's well here. I haven't been blogging as much as I'd like, but scan work and research work continues. Flickr remains fun (and a far superior place to look at images than blogger), and I do try to get materials new and old up to the Internet Archive as time allows as well as repairing some of the old posts here. I remain all over the place in interest and investigation but whatelseisnew. As always, chime in on comments if you can tag an image I've not identified. I feel like I should be able to ID the Tattoo ad but have nada. The cosmetics ads during the heyday of illustration in both upmarket and downmarket mags attracted much talent and is perhaps an overlooked area of pin-up and glamour art.</p><p>EDIT: A <u>possible</u> suspect for the first image I posted, Frank Farkas, who also did some SAVAGE lipstick ads, perhaps the same company. The possible ID came when I saw another Tattoo Hawaiian back cover from True Confessions, November 1935 </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJsWuu4UPE0bWYHWHAgzx3xIYc42NccXxKUCugYGlTV0SM-YAXlCh0LvT4Pw2TT216st4kRLlk-cRyjExpT3yTewEQzz7VRx5qJXjPof7oEDebKxl8wxCXrSGBYPYCs7qkH9gUyiN1u2w85MImiW2mmKsAWnUnzciGKqC0txze450X9DNcANMxBETY/s2202/True%20Confessions%201935-11%20v27n160%20sample%20back%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2202" data-original-width="1686" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJsWuu4UPE0bWYHWHAgzx3xIYc42NccXxKUCugYGlTV0SM-YAXlCh0LvT4Pw2TT216st4kRLlk-cRyjExpT3yTewEQzz7VRx5qJXjPof7oEDebKxl8wxCXrSGBYPYCs7qkH9gUyiN1u2w85MImiW2mmKsAWnUnzciGKqC0txze450X9DNcANMxBETY/w490-h640/True%20Confessions%201935-11%20v27n160%20sample%20back%20cover.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><p>and a couple of others from the same lipstick line, the first signed Jean La Farge in similar font to Farkas, something fishy here, from the back cover of Romantic Movie Stories 1935-09<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjptp7usHGyuaKmf7PYmfT0gYKZbg-zLBRVbuI9n6ZFEJWSINVaaGA8C0sv-RvZOrqL8lCtl1LtpEFLXL16T1hl4hqWEqfUVzVIzRnrh1JrGriqn8iHa5h7VU885Jss8pjo9eldVsloPGn6XA6dSCW47xsn4SUGLVrr7A7R9XS5oxA-QVu5hpx6M9rd/s2244/Romantic%20Movie%20Stories%201935-09%20sample%20back%20cover%20Tattoo%20Hawaiian%20ad%20Jean%20La%20Farge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2244" data-original-width="1733" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjptp7usHGyuaKmf7PYmfT0gYKZbg-zLBRVbuI9n6ZFEJWSINVaaGA8C0sv-RvZOrqL8lCtl1LtpEFLXL16T1hl4hqWEqfUVzVIzRnrh1JrGriqn8iHa5h7VU885Jss8pjo9eldVsloPGn6XA6dSCW47xsn4SUGLVrr7A7R9XS5oxA-QVu5hpx6M9rd/w494-h640/Romantic%20Movie%20Stories%201935-09%20sample%20back%20cover%20Tattoo%20Hawaiian%20ad%20Jean%20La%20Farge.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p>and this last one, no publication info or date of origin, a smaller image signed F Farkas but in a different manner</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzK8danbEurIrqC3DgkX4SWoUmwSoiLf9xg_ITtlJdrzwu2Bume0A51gR0mZgIr9b5bu7WZeWOJ2SXQPN1WZZcBlwlRmlAfMQODpOFSSpHf3FZxiFLgVNucONCA63ebWYZrDIg2DeGdkyYanOyDBjhllLTnNFy49drOgW1U-DeftKA-GVI_2AMroH4/s556/Frank%20Farkas%20Tattoo%20Hawaiian%20Ad.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="556" data-original-width="405" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzK8danbEurIrqC3DgkX4SWoUmwSoiLf9xg_ITtlJdrzwu2Bume0A51gR0mZgIr9b5bu7WZeWOJ2SXQPN1WZZcBlwlRmlAfMQODpOFSSpHf3FZxiFLgVNucONCA63ebWYZrDIg2DeGdkyYanOyDBjhllLTnNFy49drOgW1U-DeftKA-GVI_2AMroH4/w466-h640/Frank%20Farkas%20Tattoo%20Hawaiian%20Ad.jpg" width="466" /></a></div>I smell some sort of alias or play here. But, as always, I could be wrong, hmm...<br /><p><br /></p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-41064161798561709952023-05-31T15:30:00.004-07:002023-05-31T15:33:48.261-07:00Jayne Mansfield for President, 1964 / The White House or Bust<p>Given the current hostile and utterly ridiculous political climate, I nominate: <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKVsWPsbDDttBihIjZkNhi3yN36vENrKVCACCOyUseBIuQArfGbRNmXht_Dw27Ro6heBeJPIYHgjYWNdxLRofNpWNWrqLsOtJ2H_XlHXZZYiJepEQRUah604flRL4ZF5VSM4eUDJdAjo0jv0FbsngrXo9Tefxg5gHkbKQmtnCkFHpi46mb5Y4ulFNh/s2187/JayneMansfieldforPresident001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2187" data-original-width="1680" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKVsWPsbDDttBihIjZkNhi3yN36vENrKVCACCOyUseBIuQArfGbRNmXht_Dw27Ro6heBeJPIYHgjYWNdxLRofNpWNWrqLsOtJ2H_XlHXZZYiJepEQRUah604flRL4ZF5VSM4eUDJdAjo0jv0FbsngrXo9Tefxg5gHkbKQmtnCkFHpi46mb5Y4ulFNh/w492-h640/JayneMansfieldforPresident001.jpg" width="492" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Found in a long gone Memphis flea market long ago and given a rough and ready edit long ago, a novelty publication from 1964, Jayne Mansfield for President.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Get the original scan <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/8kz2yks0slopuzf/Jayne_Mansfield_for_President_%25281964.Books%252C_Inc.%2529_%2528Darwin-Dregs%2529.cbr/file">here</a>. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">or view the whole book online at the IA <a href="https://archive.org/details/jayne-mansfield-for-president-1964.-books-inc.-darwin-ia" target="_blank">here</a>. <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Samples, I'll skip the boob jokes, as there's plenty to go around *cough*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg66BkY5WPwStexTOA_xvAoidAomA2TQRmPRVhfTPTO8mvS2l4FBSRPYneFhmfNAox5Djng6xGwV4Iye72vbbi8forRQRjcEmBlR7wpGdRP6CCpV5UAgDxOs_Q4kbr1_KAZu7hJi05hTWjToYq2v1dgfbWKQeM_0spj6MWyst8BgzzA3gP8mMC6IBWx/s3360/JayneMansfieldforPresident002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2195" data-original-width="3360" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg66BkY5WPwStexTOA_xvAoidAomA2TQRmPRVhfTPTO8mvS2l4FBSRPYneFhmfNAox5Djng6xGwV4Iye72vbbi8forRQRjcEmBlR7wpGdRP6CCpV5UAgDxOs_Q4kbr1_KAZu7hJi05hTWjToYq2v1dgfbWKQeM_0spj6MWyst8BgzzA3gP8mMC6IBWx/w640-h418/JayneMansfieldforPresident002.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-PTB8k4PIYOIO4BiEvaM_AkaZsjO8i8GqXZz0hLS3H5hYk7ZAG1PJslfbCPYTjTlOZXpmAJqOTpo4cEGxAPYaAGsoH4uAt-XxpfRrNttTBBE6Q4uvJe4NEkwCBA0q0329-efAndWsigQ0jMKTbOplpK_41qXfLO5PNCYgtQZoec42Cuk7T6hFZvc/s6673/TMCv01n01p001%20cover%20Mozert%20(sas-dar%20edit).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6673" data-original-width="5065" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-PTB8k4PIYOIO4BiEvaM_AkaZsjO8i8GqXZz0hLS3H5hYk7ZAG1PJslfbCPYTjTlOZXpmAJqOTpo4cEGxAPYaAGsoH4uAt-XxpfRrNttTBBE6Q4uvJe4NEkwCBA0q0329-efAndWsigQ0jMKTbOplpK_41qXfLO5PNCYgtQZoec42Cuk7T6hFZvc/w486-h640/TMCv01n01p001%20cover%20Mozert%20(sas-dar%20edit).jpg" width="486" /></a></div><p>Unsigned, but most certainly a Mozert. Incense in the air, stare across the table and have your fortune read by this mysterious blonde. What mysteries lie within?<br /></p><p>This is an upgrade to an older scan. At the time I released it with a thumbnail cover due to damage to my copy, but I've since discovered a much better image to use for repair, and, with the help of Miss Saskia from pulpscans, I have a much better cover image for the scan. I've also made fresh original width .jpegs from my lossless files for some higher resolution images.</p><p> A better look at the cover <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/52934598872/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">here</a>. A link to a gallery of Zoe Mozert art <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/galleries/72157721802758997/with/6468034463/" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /></p><p>Get the high res scan <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/ble42cy6zwjdkus/True_Mystic_Confessions_v01n01_%25281937.Country_Press%2529_%2528dar-sas%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p>Or you can view online at the IA <a href="https://archive.org/details/true-mystic-confessions-v-01n-01-1937.-country-press-dar-sas-ia" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p>If you're still not mystified by the fortune teller's gaze, let's take a peek inside.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNxJdJ3bLQvdEojrYpSp6jcw6TgR6MGOJVhnb3qE37luOjEVft1YTTzdubi76jdUMTvccn1Y4mZIhiv1ikcQFUz-VT2MKammU_u-MD2fIDLD0cmV1qGIrNAn5VkNv8QGHdxOKttWiXDRDl1y4uEAZjaZ5nGC6pv1MZ9UcI1W2uf2wjnpC5YGH7yLY/s3162/TMCv01n01p003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3162" data-original-width="2326" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNxJdJ3bLQvdEojrYpSp6jcw6TgR6MGOJVhnb3qE37luOjEVft1YTTzdubi76jdUMTvccn1Y4mZIhiv1ikcQFUz-VT2MKammU_u-MD2fIDLD0cmV1qGIrNAn5VkNv8QGHdxOKttWiXDRDl1y4uEAZjaZ5nGC6pv1MZ9UcI1W2uf2wjnpC5YGH7yLY/w470-h640/TMCv01n01p003.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><p>True, Complete, Real. An inviting figure calls from atop the rocks on the contents page. The indicia lists Country Press in Greenwhich, Connecticut. At some point in the 30s, Capt. Billy's prosperous Minnesota outfit moves to New York and Connecticut to be closer to the action and would claim a ten million a month magazine circulation with True Confessions posting a circulation of two million alone. The enterprise that had launched with Capt. Billy's Whiz Bang had grown into an empire. Though the Whiz-Bang's popularity peaked in the 20s as artists and models and girlie pulps captured the risque market, Fawcett did quite well with their mechanical titles and magazines in the true story and detective markets. I don't know at this time in 1937 how much of the ruddering of the company was being done by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilford_Fawcett" target="_blank">Willford "Capt. Billy" Fawcett</a> versus his sons who would take over after his death in Hollywood in 1940, but here we see Fawcett trying a novelty title, perhaps a hybrid of the old <a href="http://www.philsp.com/mags/sf_m.html#mystic" target="_blank">Mystic Magazine</a> with <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/True_Confessions_(magazine)" target="_blank">True Confessions</a>. Throw in some Hollywood content and perhaps a nude or few, and now we're cooking.</p><p>The opening splash, Murdered by a Sex-Mad Play Boy</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc_C44O3_hjzmOg5vRk44slrqF-E2uQh19B82mCWWfzQEntDjj5Ylc21Dgry5IqFCnZ-7BjiaOxAgIVZnEmFbS9h3EidCMc7KD9diFMHvdERJKmzq6iQfOTFOcGgwluC9iic6B2U0h9uaAZWu2hQzqoF_LndAFsQQ1dsbgZuuxqdGD7BoeeqOhXeNo/s4908/TMCv01n01p004%20and%20005%20join.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3193" data-original-width="4908" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc_C44O3_hjzmOg5vRk44slrqF-E2uQh19B82mCWWfzQEntDjj5Ylc21Dgry5IqFCnZ-7BjiaOxAgIVZnEmFbS9h3EidCMc7KD9diFMHvdERJKmzq6iQfOTFOcGgwluC9iic6B2U0h9uaAZWu2hQzqoF_LndAFsQQ1dsbgZuuxqdGD7BoeeqOhXeNo/w640-h416/TMCv01n01p004%20and%20005%20join.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>The play boy stalks our heroine - or does our heroine stalk the play boy? Revenge and confession, a broken reputation a small price to pay for vengeance.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WDLd1Jo5LwTxPj_7LXYEbx7L-97P612o6aZAKEINoRqEKtCzCFVYJJanqKDBHxfkKlB64zjR1qa2opfa-69rT0CXj0Cj2mV1iYpo_QnMYEGZSu7L5_veo0ofUV4c4qsAaxsszCewNhOyQmvZTpV8vGRdd-aOA9vqImpqTlthqMLFBtFTOpQ9fQbV/s3593/TMCv01n01p006%20and%20007%20join%20CROP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1876" data-original-width="3593" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WDLd1Jo5LwTxPj_7LXYEbx7L-97P612o6aZAKEINoRqEKtCzCFVYJJanqKDBHxfkKlB64zjR1qa2opfa-69rT0CXj0Cj2mV1iYpo_QnMYEGZSu7L5_veo0ofUV4c4qsAaxsszCewNhOyQmvZTpV8vGRdd-aOA9vqImpqTlthqMLFBtFTOpQ9fQbV/w640-h334/TMCv01n01p006%20and%20007%20join%20CROP.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>What do the stars tell the stars? Anthony Norvell's horoscopes for the who's who</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFZG42WUg7EPl5yZr7S2_a4zcm8vkKHr9_weRVd_8pF2AMiBu-tng4a-ra78YGgS9w_FXc3u9j2dW_C0d7vDGRruNh-ZVSH0wnhL4RslvPXL9LL1gl8GpposndWCGh3AFvzSitNz9rHd5DHP_DDEnWdPyprwPNCSOEYR1K4lMncegAqyCZ4LPtmdBD/s4917/TMCv01n01p012%20and%20013%20join.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3214" data-original-width="4917" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFZG42WUg7EPl5yZr7S2_a4zcm8vkKHr9_weRVd_8pF2AMiBu-tng4a-ra78YGgS9w_FXc3u9j2dW_C0d7vDGRruNh-ZVSH0wnhL4RslvPXL9LL1gl8GpposndWCGh3AFvzSitNz9rHd5DHP_DDEnWdPyprwPNCSOEYR1K4lMncegAqyCZ4LPtmdBD/w640-h418/TMCv01n01p012%20and%20013%20join.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Joan Crawford, William Powell, Carole Lombard, Jeanette McDonald, Anita Louise and Dolores Del Rio have their stars examined by Norvell, famous Hollywood astrologer.</p><p>If Mystic Adventures aren't your thing, perhaps adventures of a phyiscal variety o.O</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2hXZmF1gXP1bQDGjowlsjbTN-6mmWC4KMYLiU46rfUfMP4gt4F4wsUv3ooP2_6wZjYjZ1OKSXkYjcVvrE0bZdxE6Ec49Riifoa2Epu5u1XYaPNMwqQ-Yv1oQ2u-yFuGBakNhl6JhJdrENLtTDjo34iW9LbwqfjuAOBVKonWEH-Qdjsvc6TPDxej5u/s4920/TMCv01n01p018%20and%20019%20join.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3229" data-original-width="4920" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2hXZmF1gXP1bQDGjowlsjbTN-6mmWC4KMYLiU46rfUfMP4gt4F4wsUv3ooP2_6wZjYjZ1OKSXkYjcVvrE0bZdxE6Ec49Riifoa2Epu5u1XYaPNMwqQ-Yv1oQ2u-yFuGBakNhl6JhJdrENLtTDjo34iW9LbwqfjuAOBVKonWEH-Qdjsvc6TPDxej5u/w640-h420/TMCv01n01p018%20and%20019%20join.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Nudity that ends in marriage? Confession and redemption in a single stroke, it's often how the genre likes to play these vicarious thrills.</p><p>Love back from the grave, My Phantom Mistress.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJeMkh39J6m1sCuMAbrj52COwiCQ9NuRUWWdlHw2I4ZH6VvghE4iH9V7Q44EdOi9FRnS1ye9ddDZkP7ZCa7f_pYmIy0FtCJaf6_Obh5rOlChV1SCJUpw7wuEVYWNzB2hCoBfJFudafkYX4PN_sizHDv8mSmGEhVlP0eezWxWptlH1v5upnmDjLBjs/s4883/TMCv01n01p024%20and%20025%20join.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3247" data-original-width="4883" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJeMkh39J6m1sCuMAbrj52COwiCQ9NuRUWWdlHw2I4ZH6VvghE4iH9V7Q44EdOi9FRnS1ye9ddDZkP7ZCa7f_pYmIy0FtCJaf6_Obh5rOlChV1SCJUpw7wuEVYWNzB2hCoBfJFudafkYX4PN_sizHDv8mSmGEhVlP0eezWxWptlH1v5upnmDjLBjs/w640-h426/TMCv01n01p024%20and%20025%20join.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Or the story of a singer whose voice is discovered by a son at his mother's funeral. The price one has to pay for show biz success - but at least the view is good.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBPBBAfqG0q1vJkU97nWIFE4c3f6fQRwHkfgNsBe7JqrgoqvX-Zdw3i6Sb0qP7g4uShNOOHyYsi5290xiZgOp3xkQlkFr5RrYVlLoMhXkTzxe3_idDllCSGILF80cNtr9swStXZNYahdkgE45tbUrc1FTWC-OzZiTWieV58rZSpYdzoC7rJozliFxY/s2799/TMCv01n01p042%20and%20043%20join%20CROP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2576" data-original-width="2799" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBPBBAfqG0q1vJkU97nWIFE4c3f6fQRwHkfgNsBe7JqrgoqvX-Zdw3i6Sb0qP7g4uShNOOHyYsi5290xiZgOp3xkQlkFr5RrYVlLoMhXkTzxe3_idDllCSGILF80cNtr9swStXZNYahdkgE45tbUrc1FTWC-OzZiTWieV58rZSpYdzoC7rJozliFxY/s320/TMCv01n01p042%20and%20043%20join%20CROP.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>And, remember ladies, there is a right way and a wrong way to hold your man. The battle of the sexes has some complicated rules when you're a woman...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCqjIiaq9wMqyJD2xXxbGSCh-DQROzSMHApqFaVY6h37t1I7Iqkk_GtWxzTv2oOZrHNbx9QWl-s_Kg2cGSNWG5gqq64VpKd0zPwNWkWYk0rbDPTy74mNq4yG7YOh4geGJ66KITjwfjEoZDTZ4xsA-QRtIDD98fbjcoxf4cWVVHKD74ym3XUkgPgLmX/s2232/TMCv01n01p045%20Right%20Way.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1208" data-original-width="2232" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCqjIiaq9wMqyJD2xXxbGSCh-DQROzSMHApqFaVY6h37t1I7Iqkk_GtWxzTv2oOZrHNbx9QWl-s_Kg2cGSNWG5gqq64VpKd0zPwNWkWYk0rbDPTy74mNq4yG7YOh4geGJ66KITjwfjEoZDTZ4xsA-QRtIDD98fbjcoxf4cWVVHKD74ym3XUkgPgLmX/w640-h346/TMCv01n01p045%20Right%20Way.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjleOeret340Kzu1NP_YDEB-dCzXYPcd00z-ZNAfXc-0TgLIy-AqDVJKtbFH3XJaafnDjxs2XK_nOQigvpgEtO7NgY8X1wa7udV6QMzX1WwUNjgwBIOcaIrhH6xA_iEBW7KHCs65Epj55OwhVBbDnQqX_usO_-wi9yPkD5Udz9TBUFD29Szoda9gyK_/s2212/TMCv01n01p053%20Wrong.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1535" data-original-width="2212" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjleOeret340Kzu1NP_YDEB-dCzXYPcd00z-ZNAfXc-0TgLIy-AqDVJKtbFH3XJaafnDjxs2XK_nOQigvpgEtO7NgY8X1wa7udV6QMzX1WwUNjgwBIOcaIrhH6xA_iEBW7KHCs65Epj55OwhVBbDnQqX_usO_-wi9yPkD5Udz9TBUFD29Szoda9gyK_/w640-h444/TMCv01n01p053%20Wrong.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>A couple more splashes</p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5n3j1hIVK7T-rXLv6zppxzh-oY-59AXv7gCQESRFK90fBdKc3JLM2LqGUsfKtTC-t-X6WbwrIvKlEy4m4q4C6-1oh69zMbNn30Ho6CcJIGCorWqaSEjQo_4u4WBT69hmC2PDfDbTPD9j-zUP5p_j2jQOje2GPJG8DEW5URZpx_5Wcpu-Kq5aGV_Un/s4824/TMCv01n01p055%20join.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="3170" data-original-width="4824" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5n3j1hIVK7T-rXLv6zppxzh-oY-59AXv7gCQESRFK90fBdKc3JLM2LqGUsfKtTC-t-X6WbwrIvKlEy4m4q4C6-1oh69zMbNn30Ho6CcJIGCorWqaSEjQo_4u4WBT69hmC2PDfDbTPD9j-zUP5p_j2jQOje2GPJG8DEW5URZpx_5Wcpu-Kq5aGV_Un/w640-h420/TMCv01n01p055%20join.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbTgwovm2fw8dMNzuSCnRDPCLDafIOQ5vR96uN2sZgxdwcK_ARtplUnjs8FviijKZ4nsy3WFaaKlcqx7fzZ1WJhuopJRgmlCVfHpfZvltJXrCom4F1Yemr6xrPvmPZJfunV_3ajxnd4QbQtn7TVOu2EC-6fY1ur9lgQ6kftXl6VAlgAEeyqtqGoP45/s4860/TMCv01n01p060%20and%20061%20join.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3230" data-original-width="4860" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbTgwovm2fw8dMNzuSCnRDPCLDafIOQ5vR96uN2sZgxdwcK_ARtplUnjs8FviijKZ4nsy3WFaaKlcqx7fzZ1WJhuopJRgmlCVfHpfZvltJXrCom4F1Yemr6xrPvmPZJfunV_3ajxnd4QbQtn7TVOu2EC-6fY1ur9lgQ6kftXl6VAlgAEeyqtqGoP45/w640-h426/TMCv01n01p060%20and%20061%20join.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Or my favorite graphic from the magazine, captivating. What Do Your Dreams Foretell?<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdApIV0iZWxL2peAK6buruQvR1gw5hD2hLnPerSlr7AutNUSRx162ly-ilNW_aMYgEITgzUfU5a6FHE3h-poyJggRFA_VB4G9j7Q-1PcSc4-eYxf2yOeFrne-NTnIhD7QxuWFSy67raK6TbByzDZerRaBmEgMxQB5mFtbsYehahO0Krw-lBB3v33VA/s4692/TMCv01n01p064%20and%20065%20join%20CROP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1960" data-original-width="4692" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdApIV0iZWxL2peAK6buruQvR1gw5hD2hLnPerSlr7AutNUSRx162ly-ilNW_aMYgEITgzUfU5a6FHE3h-poyJggRFA_VB4G9j7Q-1PcSc4-eYxf2yOeFrne-NTnIhD7QxuWFSy67raK6TbByzDZerRaBmEgMxQB5mFtbsYehahO0Krw-lBB3v33VA/w640-h268/TMCv01n01p064%20and%20065%20join%20CROP.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Lastly, the magazine closes with promos for another one shot issue that looks to be looking for the same audience with a taste for the wild side, Daring Confessions (I'd like to see this one.) FOR WOMEN ONLY 😉<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5toOKMxpAAl11bijP9VXAxGOxK0mpirnrcK3s1GxnyY_YJ8BU-Bp3wbV24FjSlSjvs7rB2x4_Cklux6VrNLUrI2Qy7_wcn3eTBTFeZG9FFenuf9OeHJKY6TL43ZZwdwR4r8ssYDN1aVF5dThrDFnUXM_tXMTwLbWdoka7J-UMasryW8N12eYVI_g/s3169/TMCv01n01p074.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3169" data-original-width="2362" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5toOKMxpAAl11bijP9VXAxGOxK0mpirnrcK3s1GxnyY_YJ8BU-Bp3wbV24FjSlSjvs7rB2x4_Cklux6VrNLUrI2Qy7_wcn3eTBTFeZG9FFenuf9OeHJKY6TL43ZZwdwR4r8ssYDN1aVF5dThrDFnUXM_tXMTwLbWdoka7J-UMasryW8N12eYVI_g/w478-h640/TMCv01n01p074.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTGEb-Psl6LaWCJrUaqbkfA-LTNQVhyeRA1lEpoPG852lo8OvsHqtKF4hzCilSuYKt6LhdvT5gB_1fqsEjbqDqncz5MU845RqMFtKwGnzB-o-IZFtMxEBgj9KV_m06zVMrouRZnTCVP6CSSzTq_UidaVPGJE6i83V_QOLilFEk0O82US3RvPHag-rC/s3282/TMCv01n01p075.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3282" data-original-width="2484" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTGEb-Psl6LaWCJrUaqbkfA-LTNQVhyeRA1lEpoPG852lo8OvsHqtKF4hzCilSuYKt6LhdvT5gB_1fqsEjbqDqncz5MU845RqMFtKwGnzB-o-IZFtMxEBgj9KV_m06zVMrouRZnTCVP6CSSzTq_UidaVPGJE6i83V_QOLilFEk0O82US3RvPHag-rC/w484-h640/TMCv01n01p075.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><p>The cover, from a recent HA auction.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS4dSUQz4FwqKydGsn7etpJzQfQwQ6dUF8M4CWFpVVbm8uP3MGRHuw0szn2ZgpCzbvr0yWQp7XvzPe_ehF487ssMjpuLqJ2px-SZ9J3EDTCcDoaVE6dqYzlH4mdRlFxj8e-YPUDMrxDVssijVEi1z0na-ubiTJ5rdLyCO315wPeGn72dFusWF_3UX7/s2936/Daring%20Confessions%20v01n01%201937.Country%20Press%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2936" data-original-width="2109" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS4dSUQz4FwqKydGsn7etpJzQfQwQ6dUF8M4CWFpVVbm8uP3MGRHuw0szn2ZgpCzbvr0yWQp7XvzPe_ehF487ssMjpuLqJ2px-SZ9J3EDTCcDoaVE6dqYzlH4mdRlFxj8e-YPUDMrxDVssijVEi1z0na-ubiTJ5rdLyCO315wPeGn72dFusWF_3UX7/w460-h640/Daring%20Confessions%20v01n01%201937.Country%20Press%20cover.jpg" width="460" /></a></div><p><br /></p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-36395947780882153932023-05-17T23:41:00.005-07:002023-05-18T09:04:30.833-07:00Grand Royal 03, 1996 / The Moog Issue<p> Well, here I am, late on a Monday night, ready for a bit of the old volunteer radio. Re-connecting with an old friend from the Direct Connect hubs, we were talking hip-hop. He recommended a film I very much enjoyed, <a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt4974396/" target="_blank">Stretch and Bobbito: Radio That Changed Lives</a> from 2015, and we quickly got into the topic a couple heads get into after not talking for a number of years - that rappers will die of natural causes. Fuck, man, Trugoy, Phife, DOOM, the Biz - I guess you're hitting the end of middle age when your heroes start to shuffle off the mortal coil en masse. It's hard to see these inimitable human beings gone to soon, but what can you do but enjoy the tunes and interviews they left behind. Anyways, my pal brought up Grand Royal, and, in true Grand Royal / Darwination fashion, I've put over a decade between the scanning of issues 2 and 3 😝 </p><p>Often Wrong, Never in Doubt. My copy was in pretty nice shape before disassembly outside of the cover which is scratched and faded to hell, I did what I could with it:</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjInGo2A88d0Z04r5qQOznX2KHTwUeINFe_4_5Np5Vc0Mf15ouU0Pc57Jim2Q4am25eL7ZX5laRFpNaj9_SE1rON5-nLsY_U2Al3HxZFetanXcKGcbGycJExPUWr9E8g_Kf3QbcKzPmgvIf9Ez_U3mFXwGBC-WTSFAk0H_5TtRkYr7ZXKRC_8tDy8l4/s6445/GrandRoyal03Image%200001%20(dregs%20edit).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6445" data-original-width="4728" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjInGo2A88d0Z04r5qQOznX2KHTwUeINFe_4_5Np5Vc0Mf15ouU0Pc57Jim2Q4am25eL7ZX5laRFpNaj9_SE1rON5-nLsY_U2Al3HxZFetanXcKGcbGycJExPUWr9E8g_Kf3QbcKzPmgvIf9Ez_U3mFXwGBC-WTSFAk0H_5TtRkYr7ZXKRC_8tDy8l4/w470-h640/GrandRoyal03Image%200001%20(dregs%20edit).jpg" width="470" /></a></div> <p></p><p>Get the full hi-res scan, with joined splashes and tag here: <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/tsa4b1o9vcqms1e/Grand_Royal_03_%25281996%2529_%2528DREGS%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">Grand Royal 03 (1996) (DREGS)</a></p><p>or you can view online or download other formats of an unjoined version at the IA <a href="https://archive.org/details/grand-royal-03-1996-dregs-ia" target="_blank">here</a>. Honestly, Blogger's image system is so bad, my blog is about one of the worst ways to look at the pages 😠<br /></p><p>The magazine kicks off with an explanation from Mark Lewman (BMX editor extraordinaire, no doubt brought in by Spike Jonze to help right the ship) for the delay between the second and third issues, a message about this blessed mess: <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYXxPGM7fBC4NeyXF4Zp9HLXrqzZjkPv4Hgwlx4KL7kRMHFPKWPIA8BXRCST04f-XnKtei5pAuNOGj1cFEyFKHevN4CuDFEsKJT0bEKi7lRFYRy0rcEpR_yZ2-4RS38MKJANXbgxWaa6eR07PVisbe5Rwz6PUZsCHieg2sYZwD_CtQUh7qsx8R3k4Y/s4311/GrandRoyal03Image%200006.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4311" data-original-width="3131" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYXxPGM7fBC4NeyXF4Zp9HLXrqzZjkPv4Hgwlx4KL7kRMHFPKWPIA8BXRCST04f-XnKtei5pAuNOGj1cFEyFKHevN4CuDFEsKJT0bEKi7lRFYRy0rcEpR_yZ2-4RS38MKJANXbgxWaa6eR07PVisbe5Rwz6PUZsCHieg2sYZwD_CtQUh7qsx8R3k4Y/w464-h640/GrandRoyal03Image%200006.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><p>Look at those poor suckers, sleep deprived, flipping the bird, working hard to get the magazine out. But Lewman's spot on here. Grand Royal is an all-out assault on the possibilities of a magazine. This issue is absolutely dense with content. Three columns a page, graphic splashes everywhere, idiosyncratic but also accessible interviews. Contributors giving their own take on cherished subjects. There's a lot to digest. Sure, a regular magazine schedule makes subscriptions work and planning advertising sales a thing, but GR is serving no wine before it's time. The slacker generation and a great ambition for what a magazine can be meet head to head 😁</p><p>The contents</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFN6UWolVZeTzWT4U7QPJMammo3aYWAzELrnXWy_rFfp_KMAJ1tF1uFB90yQhLTtJ_X_ATeCVFsMjYDh8DHub_oxFOomxD0QtzWg7UU-ANAQwU3306Eb7rjJWZj65RQVgdHARyiSXcE7bavgqboRe1rAuTSGghKjAXm3djzMJ2BXJO0CbTBXXfHjdK/s4255/GrandRoyal03Image%200003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4255" data-original-width="3136" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFN6UWolVZeTzWT4U7QPJMammo3aYWAzELrnXWy_rFfp_KMAJ1tF1uFB90yQhLTtJ_X_ATeCVFsMjYDh8DHub_oxFOomxD0QtzWg7UU-ANAQwU3306Eb7rjJWZj65RQVgdHARyiSXcE7bavgqboRe1rAuTSGghKjAXm3djzMJ2BXJO0CbTBXXfHjdK/w472-h640/GrandRoyal03Image%200003.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><p>PUNCH IT CHEWIE, mebbe a little typing music, eh, from maybe the only Grand Royal record I actually own, still with the sizzle, Luscious Jackson from Fever In Fever Out</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/w_fn72jtfrk" width="320" youtube-src-id="w_fn72jtfrk"></iframe></div><p> Spike Jonze jumps right in with an uninvited visitor's guide to the hotel pools of Hollywood</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaxsLmmMD6XOPHcRDwNQP0FxBEtPOH-4R_AjdSlxX7D6b0ipusWgechrxkpK3kcxhrGE3cG0DmDqGxFgUDIsJuRcRI_AtryxxZijQ77c1fPzcPUad6OlAwSsObD6iDhQpf8X8tt-jrtUNe42yLFx6Irz94dbKoBCLpfsQnAfvBw35z5GjuABLfuvk/s4311/GrandRoyal03Image%200010.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4311" data-original-width="3157" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaxsLmmMD6XOPHcRDwNQP0FxBEtPOH-4R_AjdSlxX7D6b0ipusWgechrxkpK3kcxhrGE3cG0DmDqGxFgUDIsJuRcRI_AtryxxZijQ77c1fPzcPUad6OlAwSsObD6iDhQpf8X8tt-jrtUNe42yLFx6Irz94dbKoBCLpfsQnAfvBw35z5GjuABLfuvk/w468-h640/GrandRoyal03Image%200010.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><p></p><p>And then a couple of articles on legendary TV shows. An interview with Michael Holman on Graffiti Rock, bringing hip hop to airwaves back in 1984, lasting only a single episode:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsD49nEbMXRlbwUfCO6HZGREpiYEL1W5BjPsyNoNGlrkWQra_AhtGlQekm48fAe3zrsPpFR8zoNFjxcdxOCck-2B_soH_gg7qrqkVq0uegpeGRaghbRkRbaZHd7xypZSpKFmlh4D4H4H0ImrDNQSYiruRcKMHdu2b-ecCb3YPy9WSodY1e5S5aXrIK/s4302/GrandRoyal03Image%200012.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4302" data-original-width="3142" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsD49nEbMXRlbwUfCO6HZGREpiYEL1W5BjPsyNoNGlrkWQra_AhtGlQekm48fAe3zrsPpFR8zoNFjxcdxOCck-2B_soH_gg7qrqkVq0uegpeGRaghbRkRbaZHd7xypZSpKFmlh4D4H4H0ImrDNQSYiruRcKMHdu2b-ecCb3YPy9WSodY1e5S5aXrIK/w468-h640/GrandRoyal03Image%200012.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><p>AND NOW THANKS TO THE WONDERS OF YOUTUBE, you can actually checka checka check it out, wild. I'm grooving to the DJ behind the breakdancers and now recognize the sample of dude saying "don't try it (the scratching) at home on your dad's radio only on the hip hop super vision" heh heh damn and a lot more samples too. RUN DMC vs Special K and Kool Moe Dee battle? whaaaat</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/nhY7VW9N6s4" width="320" youtube-src-id="nhY7VW9N6s4"></iframe></div><p> Another lost show, James Brown's Future shock by Russel Simins, blues explosion man</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcusrM5mDH3pNWXUVJzWyQeLcYQ02RjQzntMgoSG0byojPxI5eeSgdV7y86T_4q9_XmLiQ1u52g2RX65XtUOBMK5QiRk6SCwgxm-JvrQbAEs1by9o-KCl_sKUyWmiSCvkc9bFWMlTNlJSLyzqqL5RBqbcdU6TQORI1ga-BTwGkh6z9eJ0seoT-t_fB/s4290/GrandRoyal03Image%200014.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4290" data-original-width="3141" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcusrM5mDH3pNWXUVJzWyQeLcYQ02RjQzntMgoSG0byojPxI5eeSgdV7y86T_4q9_XmLiQ1u52g2RX65XtUOBMK5QiRk6SCwgxm-JvrQbAEs1by9o-KCl_sKUyWmiSCvkc9bFWMlTNlJSLyzqqL5RBqbcdU6TQORI1ga-BTwGkh6z9eJ0seoT-t_fB/w468-h640/GrandRoyal03Image%200014.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><p>Again, the wonders of youtube makes myth reality, these damn kids don't know how good they have it</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/jhfmPaZJw2k" width="320" youtube-src-id="jhfmPaZJw2k"></iframe></div><p>YASSS. </p><p>Next, a visit to the Hock it Me pawnshop in Butte, Montana, reveals an Evel Knievel art collection by the man himself gifted to the Pawnbroker who was once a barkeep of Evel's favorite watering hole.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe9FgqYXkIwdrFzmPaOk8zGEYc1j5b4efHVYOITYD0NG24xBRwJFU4-N8gr6PF3rpEkcI5rgDagtTvYP7gYup1ne9ODlLW_fJ8upIBaVaJcu5Z_lNSohTT4j-Exts9AvFV9JQ-bxarSwvcdTY4blqHdI13E3B7TjxY04KylWpF4d2K9JRJcl0UElko/s4299/GrandRoyal03Image%200017.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4299" data-original-width="3151" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe9FgqYXkIwdrFzmPaOk8zGEYc1j5b4efHVYOITYD0NG24xBRwJFU4-N8gr6PF3rpEkcI5rgDagtTvYP7gYup1ne9ODlLW_fJ8upIBaVaJcu5Z_lNSohTT4j-Exts9AvFV9JQ-bxarSwvcdTY4blqHdI13E3B7TjxY04KylWpF4d2K9JRJcl0UElko/w470-h640/GrandRoyal03Image%200017.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkL2OQdWZYTXl0oDc6oXL6g6bP3Z-aAu5_c1dBBR8oYM0rNqGtEDMyBYwesPR3SkOex_Q4ay08uUvpnvN0KgxCbRyAEf_Ny4JALLRNx7fYVMivaFT5VLLsyeOrzcE8QxgcKo8mxYFrfxFhRQKSUBqNTxTueiPKSR-wgrjKi7KEMbmp1iw7OG43q3Mg/s4296/GrandRoyal03Image%200018.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4296" data-original-width="3141" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkL2OQdWZYTXl0oDc6oXL6g6bP3Z-aAu5_c1dBBR8oYM0rNqGtEDMyBYwesPR3SkOex_Q4ay08uUvpnvN0KgxCbRyAEf_Ny4JALLRNx7fYVMivaFT5VLLsyeOrzcE8QxgcKo8mxYFrfxFhRQKSUBqNTxTueiPKSR-wgrjKi7KEMbmp1iw7OG43q3Mg/w468-h640/GrandRoyal03Image%200018.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><p></p><p>Kool Keith on cinema, Bob from Pavement on betting the ponies, Mike Watt on his E-250 touring van (had one as a work van), Ricky Powell with the Globetrotters, then Yauch interviews the Dalai Lama. Let's go ahead and put that one up in it's entirety</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2uAtaozP4NVPfjJeUGxz-oVO2Pl7Q62228MntSWXmU459NwhTQl6YAj6tvmt6RKV-c0u0gyBurUrKbBAUDIeddEGPMS07h-EQwupIHzkLDliSRHy44_f13ngKIJXsNC0YMIDaNCIuPAb_Tf6BzEUXmDUP9h4kRy1QozUZe_ABxHwZqqZLHvcMii1s/s4275/GrandRoyal03Image%200034.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4275" data-original-width="3157" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2uAtaozP4NVPfjJeUGxz-oVO2Pl7Q62228MntSWXmU459NwhTQl6YAj6tvmt6RKV-c0u0gyBurUrKbBAUDIeddEGPMS07h-EQwupIHzkLDliSRHy44_f13ngKIJXsNC0YMIDaNCIuPAb_Tf6BzEUXmDUP9h4kRy1QozUZe_ABxHwZqqZLHvcMii1s/w472-h640/GrandRoyal03Image%200034.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4aepwFgGb4xwXF1CR5Oe2wi5Q8nthlJzfjgJ0Xa3dK-0-7Ra4bMIlbEyDrOy6gmfjU7LlPFyvvmNZC5XzvnsTl2xUNGoO-ZqiJB2UX3JfrlZbo1Ogika2fvG2FBYVa6rU5PZFGv_fI0QZqGFjYLgdJ49BNYTxLegqt43cYyNfjKkHZCmOl9ZBSvkr/s4284/GrandRoyal03Image%200035.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4284" data-original-width="3133" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4aepwFgGb4xwXF1CR5Oe2wi5Q8nthlJzfjgJ0Xa3dK-0-7Ra4bMIlbEyDrOy6gmfjU7LlPFyvvmNZC5XzvnsTl2xUNGoO-ZqiJB2UX3JfrlZbo1Ogika2fvG2FBYVa6rU5PZFGv_fI0QZqGFjYLgdJ49BNYTxLegqt43cYyNfjKkHZCmOl9ZBSvkr/w468-h640/GrandRoyal03Image%200035.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16lyZbu1sq_859YOxLBDzJ1EeGKWBd5aosxjblgA7qzkcZnhQ3GQD3SPwOpUW4NUwpQSgVdmIYhwkhZS0eZKCNxsvR8p5q5akR2BW8_J2lQah4Q3qzqkDuUII5FtTam9wYzigxdsPFMD78g8vw7rvujXRc6l32af7PUZkJykLs-WSL1F3nLIkcUgg/s4291/GrandRoyal03Image%200036.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4291" data-original-width="3095" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16lyZbu1sq_859YOxLBDzJ1EeGKWBd5aosxjblgA7qzkcZnhQ3GQD3SPwOpUW4NUwpQSgVdmIYhwkhZS0eZKCNxsvR8p5q5akR2BW8_J2lQah4Q3qzqkDuUII5FtTam9wYzigxdsPFMD78g8vw7rvujXRc6l32af7PUZkJykLs-WSL1F3nLIkcUgg/w462-h640/GrandRoyal03Image%200036.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjba5Wx_zTA0s9rrOrwTh61zUg9-hWGAct8U2tGc0TdjzPTYKlFqa3ZPidN3qJlLsVUCwnG_iZSNF-Kncjv9ecVvp4M7ep20tuZKBG-2E9oWj0hUEt8MiRL6NCMjEZear6a29xmOlk8e1KOGtPdIc5rSU96-0UhcFlYaGj9CITMf0TrVcTeV9d1UJJB/s4210/GrandRoyal03Image%200037.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4210" data-original-width="3130" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjba5Wx_zTA0s9rrOrwTh61zUg9-hWGAct8U2tGc0TdjzPTYKlFqa3ZPidN3qJlLsVUCwnG_iZSNF-Kncjv9ecVvp4M7ep20tuZKBG-2E9oWj0hUEt8MiRL6NCMjEZear6a29xmOlk8e1KOGtPdIc5rSU96-0UhcFlYaGj9CITMf0TrVcTeV9d1UJJB/w476-h640/GrandRoyal03Image%200037.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><p>Following is a rather long and ridiculous interview with Weird Al in which Yoko Ono makes a brief and unexpected appearance. You can't make this up. Even back then, there was an appreciation for Al's many talents -</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0OinAib7f-8" width="320" youtube-src-id="0OinAib7f-8"></iframe></div><p>Iron-On included:</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVjj9KhvEPbjGEtcijXMfSnE2fYjAQvHWzmVFLk17phlkPd00RYC55YR-al07Xy4ktXWWx-pp2_A_fGmN0610Ocjz-2amtFqjap-JJs1LIcDHDTN6GFlFRaN9iKUUyNFM3oRsvSYUo444gFGiNwlcz9I0Q3rTdz0JF7E2UNpuC0PkQLm1W035LGp7c/s4263/GrandRoyal03Image%200050a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4263" data-original-width="3147" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVjj9KhvEPbjGEtcijXMfSnE2fYjAQvHWzmVFLk17phlkPd00RYC55YR-al07Xy4ktXWWx-pp2_A_fGmN0610Ocjz-2amtFqjap-JJs1LIcDHDTN6GFlFRaN9iKUUyNFM3oRsvSYUo444gFGiNwlcz9I0Q3rTdz0JF7E2UNpuC0PkQLm1W035LGp7c/w472-h640/GrandRoyal03Image%200050a.jpg" width="472" /></a></div> <p></p><p>Which brings us to the meat of the issue, a series of excellent articles on electronic music. The history of the synthesizer, <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/52901872335/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">Survival of the Fattest</a>, Darwin approves:</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_BGUg3UNfuX5IoxFvjeEPk0AcQm1_8-dcEP6gyjPRlZJ_SVt8l1czCrkrCtc5w4YhY4zbhPrzGu7S3NwXiLX9GO9_06vENpqcm16TarSDVcTdBnDYRLdQ30hRNPTQx7nl7SP31iZIhrERt1FEnL9wwAD1S4V3WCfWEmpjiiVrhbNMJ4vIMQvx8GX/s6320/GrandRoyal03Image%200052and0053%20Survival%20of%20the%20Fattest.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4302" data-original-width="6320" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_BGUg3UNfuX5IoxFvjeEPk0AcQm1_8-dcEP6gyjPRlZJ_SVt8l1czCrkrCtc5w4YhY4zbhPrzGu7S3NwXiLX9GO9_06vENpqcm16TarSDVcTdBnDYRLdQ30hRNPTQx7nl7SP31iZIhrERt1FEnL9wwAD1S4V3WCfWEmpjiiVrhbNMJ4vIMQvx8GX/w640-h436/GrandRoyal03Image%200052and0053%20Survival%20of%20the%20Fattest.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Then a four page interview with Bob Moog, followed by an interview with Wendy Carlos upon the matter of Switched-On Bach</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZMXA3nx2ujDM4MnXXmuDQCOosu2PwHK7Utnor1lrLgQPKabIVDkCOKfNIvK3RM9fK61iOENClTjfl8gVnLyN8RNHYOrKy3o9RvTNKSw7UcgvaDXywTqbjPkTO4-iURST9-_vh_PbY5Xx3uIPUW7PT9aOD5EMTjwDL_OgJwLkTVoFkxjuJuqcbRcrB/s6315/GrandRoyal03Image%200058and0059%20Wendy%20Carlos.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4281" data-original-width="6315" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZMXA3nx2ujDM4MnXXmuDQCOosu2PwHK7Utnor1lrLgQPKabIVDkCOKfNIvK3RM9fK61iOENClTjfl8gVnLyN8RNHYOrKy3o9RvTNKSw7UcgvaDXywTqbjPkTO4-iURST9-_vh_PbY5Xx3uIPUW7PT9aOD5EMTjwDL_OgJwLkTVoFkxjuJuqcbRcrB/w640-h434/GrandRoyal03Image%200058and0059%20Wendy%20Carlos.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Free the Robots sampling Egg doing Fugue in D Minor <br /> <br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/plXJRUoVeig" width="320" youtube-src-id="plXJRUoVeig"></iframe></div><p> Mike D's list of top 10 Moog records. I listened to Age of Electronicus and went back and forth from bliss to nearly going out of my skull in moog madness (Dick Hyman gives an interview later)-</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm72vxcQnui6ywfYjuCamGLs4EZiExeDDg_iEqhjWCXODPbqCBsrCM9bmOjpdSNlYrZBmKIL0ohYpfReF6ME709feljVOO0enItairDstcNVlnrRjfwnOynpTprzpQvCFXw-eh82imwbwBWsFvfppLv98NRz1yAH470xLxTDzbTgHhPtR2leenysGB/s6342/GrandRoyal03Image%200064and0065%20VanKoevering%20and%20Mike%20D's%20Top%2010%20Moog%20Records.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4304" data-original-width="6342" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm72vxcQnui6ywfYjuCamGLs4EZiExeDDg_iEqhjWCXODPbqCBsrCM9bmOjpdSNlYrZBmKIL0ohYpfReF6ME709feljVOO0enItairDstcNVlnrRjfwnOynpTprzpQvCFXw-eh82imwbwBWsFvfppLv98NRz1yAH470xLxTDzbTgHhPtR2leenysGB/w640-h434/GrandRoyal03Image%200064and0065%20VanKoevering%20and%20Mike%20D's%20Top%2010%20Moog%20Records.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>The Grand Royal jokers set out to build a Theremin</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpiW1vHLscDJp3iYyMbtl4L9jYX69uOSH5xEFzlOLX70DJMUQOusCjxV_siCSQpVd2IYvPzyRKHN2xvq0IFBYh14s_mQRX2MHmQP7a8bSMX7C6YiCxumNRNaHdbDkmqj2BybiGbqOkO7xtLPAVVOgP7zUltN-NFDs1ZfQ5XBdAc3vMVHbwFg3kazB/s4272/GrandRoyal03Image%200078.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4272" data-original-width="3165" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpiW1vHLscDJp3iYyMbtl4L9jYX69uOSH5xEFzlOLX70DJMUQOusCjxV_siCSQpVd2IYvPzyRKHN2xvq0IFBYh14s_mQRX2MHmQP7a8bSMX7C6YiCxumNRNaHdbDkmqj2BybiGbqOkO7xtLPAVVOgP7zUltN-NFDs1ZfQ5XBdAc3vMVHbwFg3kazB/w474-h640/GrandRoyal03Image%200078.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><p></p><p>From the detailed history of Adidas, I got Stripes, high fashion. I wonder how many rappers wear Adidas these days, not too many<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3HQBiw6-jYV0WRIc15lSnDu6xTPhMJzWDvu963SLsrFhNBYIkAAk1oGJG79Fn6DCDChBh_FGu5sGohB8ELzuidE1kO1YWQsvEap6DpPu6_m8cBGFmQps5YtLcE-MzTUVCVrvxc7wvgCYhKB_XfH_Cgz1EREFz63hUSXbhMX-ZbKqOogVd5uQrPpyF/s4299/GrandRoyal03Image%200103.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4299" data-original-width="3162" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3HQBiw6-jYV0WRIc15lSnDu6xTPhMJzWDvu963SLsrFhNBYIkAAk1oGJG79Fn6DCDChBh_FGu5sGohB8ELzuidE1kO1YWQsvEap6DpPu6_m8cBGFmQps5YtLcE-MzTUVCVrvxc7wvgCYhKB_XfH_Cgz1EREFz63hUSXbhMX-ZbKqOogVd5uQrPpyF/w470-h640/GrandRoyal03Image%200103.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><p>RIP BIZ MARKIE, a genuine sweetheart and master beat boxer<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmb-721YHIaiCohrw_3WAcKiKV8ksbdu_G2Og4eYYS5EWau_chAYzwpymGddSi7qsZUKNZIMnmFoG3dkHCkPdRXl3lwvUiiBUrVJFcqhH1hV3oDGlY9Bqd1nMfo_lYoK_NdaMySfWbQLgzKA--D9dCLPcFIIhRTXTbVMVq5oaNh5M_YKUaj72yRfs/s6318/GrandRoyal03Image%200116and0117%20Say%20It%20Don't%20Spray%20It.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4280" data-original-width="6318" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmb-721YHIaiCohrw_3WAcKiKV8ksbdu_G2Og4eYYS5EWau_chAYzwpymGddSi7qsZUKNZIMnmFoG3dkHCkPdRXl3lwvUiiBUrVJFcqhH1hV3oDGlY9Bqd1nMfo_lYoK_NdaMySfWbQLgzKA--D9dCLPcFIIhRTXTbVMVq5oaNh5M_YKUaj72yRfs/w640-h434/GrandRoyal03Image%200116and0117%20Say%20It%20Don't%20Spray%20It.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>and much more. The last page is <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/52903717551/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">a great tribute to Darren Robinson</a>, another legendary beat boxer.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO4yt1Om2zrUP55ka7hZN92N3sGHwrKPFF6cEliPxwHrUoYTbpfL0GjgVvtgWYNWfMyc4hr23Me8-L2145NMcK2v9Qr5gXlju_bNxTN3kkMjUZvi3wHMx6hVBA4H2Hg3_ya5WmukRaESvwloJ5vw5JFX54vjIa3pHn08EcfVqZufm1B-iXqf5b923I/s4261/GrandRoyal03Image%200138.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4261" data-original-width="3129" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO4yt1Om2zrUP55ka7hZN92N3sGHwrKPFF6cEliPxwHrUoYTbpfL0GjgVvtgWYNWfMyc4hr23Me8-L2145NMcK2v9Qr5gXlju_bNxTN3kkMjUZvi3wHMx6hVBA4H2Hg3_ya5WmukRaESvwloJ5vw5JFX54vjIa3pHn08EcfVqZufm1B-iXqf5b923I/w470-h640/GrandRoyal03Image%200138.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><p>What a great mag. I'll try and do the next issue before another decade passes. Out of gas and off to bed. Rappers die but hip hop lives, gliding in for a soft landing -<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/aNKTy73oP84" width="320" youtube-src-id="aNKTy73oP84"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oT1q7_XvWPQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="oT1q7_XvWPQ"></iframe></div><p><br /></p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-72307292018235607502023-05-10T11:15:00.012-07:002023-05-10T12:31:27.668-07:00Pep Stories, July 1933 / Fencing Women<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrz35qYjM9HToraM974EAvElTewOvqHeyO6tLFEo6JFHQnDrrnghQQh0WtG4Z4kpaWhF-R0Czrlej0NsF7YyqkPyLtXVI9laDo05CKfLu2Bo_PcFYIuabcyHsNqOjtTSRltl666bT69CjoVU1pcEi_hgQjWJSuYSeURwzqEDBVcS_WSccH4xQElajv/s6246/PepStories1933-07Image%200000acoverBurley%20(Darwin%20Edit).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6246" data-original-width="4456" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrz35qYjM9HToraM974EAvElTewOvqHeyO6tLFEo6JFHQnDrrnghQQh0WtG4Z4kpaWhF-R0Czrlej0NsF7YyqkPyLtXVI9laDo05CKfLu2Bo_PcFYIuabcyHsNqOjtTSRltl666bT69CjoVU1pcEi_hgQjWJSuYSeURwzqEDBVcS_WSccH4xQElajv/w456-h640/PepStories1933-07Image%200000acoverBurley%20(Darwin%20Edit).jpg" width="456" /></a></div><p>A pin-up from R.A. Burley. En Garde! Get a better look at <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/52882281745/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">the cover on Flickr</a>.<br /></p><p>From one of the boxes of donor pulp I'm working these days, </p><p>get the full scan with joins and tag here: <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/ej52qzm9b137aem/Pep_Stories_v03n07_%25281933-07.Merwil%2529_%2528Team-DPP%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">Pep Stories v03n07 (1933-07.Merwil) (Team-DPP).cbr</a></p><p>or you can view the issue at the IA <a href="https://archive.org/details/pep-stories-v-03n-07-1933-07.-merwil-dpp-ia" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p>More on R.A. Burley later (an underrated regular on the covers of the girlie pulps) -<br /></p><p>Instead another post with a string of images, fencing girls! I'm woefully unable to wax poetic on the virtues of the sport, but I can certainly appreciate these practitioners - <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYJx6QS9CT3UcTPMxiYxGV0xTp2TE7WsGX9PXEGeQ8d0XpFveciUUlutKz38DS7emkiwLILn4X67inKpLhV4ddQ7Ileja7UEkQ_sm6Y0n3poZI-lRDqH0r2vpw052HPf-otXKhziOguEvLXK_ATcmtOLGNmpBeT6x3QfVkMjqYXYT4g5zrqDus8D7A/s500/Edwardian%20Fencer%20via%20Pinterest.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="403" data-original-width="500" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYJx6QS9CT3UcTPMxiYxGV0xTp2TE7WsGX9PXEGeQ8d0XpFveciUUlutKz38DS7emkiwLILn4X67inKpLhV4ddQ7Ileja7UEkQ_sm6Y0n3poZI-lRDqH0r2vpw052HPf-otXKhziOguEvLXK_ATcmtOLGNmpBeT6x3QfVkMjqYXYT4g5zrqDus8D7A/w400-h323/Edwardian%20Fencer%20via%20Pinterest.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>The type. Date unknown, "Edwardian Fencer" via Pinterest <br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-8pIsr-MBWxoH2a-f1Tpwv5GAiNpKdmgxleHc9Sk0XzK_DoBW_tG-h8kBE1Po_Ml0mYhbtuR5EjvxRozvUW7GXiIbQ_OHYhAkbLEmh2h4AokV2b_p3MHw7TOv7rkH-lLYzM_FEp4sTqz0Xua1nPU5KDeL45jH8EF7oOWqVRIBQ3385Qv37FKR-OzU/s919/The%20Fencer%20-%20Archie%20Gunn%201907.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="919" data-original-width="590" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-8pIsr-MBWxoH2a-f1Tpwv5GAiNpKdmgxleHc9Sk0XzK_DoBW_tG-h8kBE1Po_Ml0mYhbtuR5EjvxRozvUW7GXiIbQ_OHYhAkbLEmh2h4AokV2b_p3MHw7TOv7rkH-lLYzM_FEp4sTqz0Xua1nPU5KDeL45jH8EF7oOWqVRIBQ3385Qv37FKR-OzU/w410-h640/The%20Fencer%20-%20Archie%20Gunn%201907.jpg" width="410" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0xcKG7WVobcCsMqhePRmkscnsdQfB31dcqSC3ERlCqXGkk6Y0FD1gEIYk2j128QvT5U2gLo-Dcr-_85k0EaDK3LwRjQ0Jk69_AjlYL9XP3nrN1DoMYw95L-JJDCcx__Ot396RRmBaxRPfbt0n2oqciaD0ULtuZx6nRtFjrrXpKY9ZrpiEMaN0b0W7/s675/1907%20Postcard%20Archie%20Gunn%20Fencer%20with%20Heart.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="474" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0xcKG7WVobcCsMqhePRmkscnsdQfB31dcqSC3ERlCqXGkk6Y0FD1gEIYk2j128QvT5U2gLo-Dcr-_85k0EaDK3LwRjQ0Jk69_AjlYL9XP3nrN1DoMYw95L-JJDCcx__Ot396RRmBaxRPfbt0n2oqciaD0ULtuZx6nRtFjrrXpKY9ZrpiEMaN0b0W7/w450-h640/1907%20Postcard%20Archie%20Gunn%20Fencer%20with%20Heart.jpg" width="450" /></a></div></div><p>Archie Gunn, The Fencer and On Guard 1907.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihZMfSXjSXsB_a6_fRDPoNU5mcgUHD8y6y4eLTnPStHaiFKnZCSwRvwD9_AxSEY3vROGOeSONQDn8Cff18on7sKrnRy9_5GyLoIr21mXT6zRl6ZAcl7CINlZz0CVX0ZH8FuTDK69c7jZeD3ywJA6Chg1Jp83vArz22q63T4giWKIgXXHr8yckAm-Lh/s1600/1910%20Gavet%20&%20Porter%20Calendar%20March%20Evelyn%20Arthur.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="862" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihZMfSXjSXsB_a6_fRDPoNU5mcgUHD8y6y4eLTnPStHaiFKnZCSwRvwD9_AxSEY3vROGOeSONQDn8Cff18on7sKrnRy9_5GyLoIr21mXT6zRl6ZAcl7CINlZz0CVX0ZH8FuTDK69c7jZeD3ywJA6Chg1Jp83vArz22q63T4giWKIgXXHr8yckAm-Lh/w344-h640/1910%20Gavet%20&%20Porter%20Calendar%20March%20Evelyn%20Arthur.jpg" width="344" /></a></div><p>Arthur - Evelyn, March, Gavet & Porter 1910 Calendar</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjtW5inRb9pg-kVxd2fM7nJaq1C1VDlLp6rBndBGv3n08dz3k5kFJMxMATt8IE_kuAKascQslfXUK5e-R_YBDw50PGqLxANLJqzo71YKcuIdM3tCB5yLzPcee3WtasRUTTmcMj3wtYfjbxUK6fHJ0ZQcH2bqT-PYL8J4D5lgyaY5xwHAAU9xpDKn2T/s1194/Harper's%20Weekly%201910-04-16%20cover%20Parkhurst.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1194" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjtW5inRb9pg-kVxd2fM7nJaq1C1VDlLp6rBndBGv3n08dz3k5kFJMxMATt8IE_kuAKascQslfXUK5e-R_YBDw50PGqLxANLJqzo71YKcuIdM3tCB5yLzPcee3WtasRUTTmcMj3wtYfjbxUK6fHJ0ZQcH2bqT-PYL8J4D5lgyaY5xwHAAU9xpDKn2T/w268-h400/Harper's%20Weekly%201910-04-16%20cover%20Parkhurst.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><p>H.L. Parkhurst, later prolific in the pulps, Harper's Weekly, April 16 1910</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNJMcVYsd3KcR3RbXUxdZRpfi7tZYMsHMC8kKZt8Mv6-sgpxCpIs3lZmLltvVT22rQAeBH0qbN0FEGyahdUtJAjmV3xmHT6raYE5Kvscb2twDz3hfaTprcg49av9D1z80E0qUuI9iX79OG9m65V3v8nxdiLsH1a5qpGrXxc0WK7HTWIuu9LtcU2-q/s2928/Earl%20Christy%20American%20Art%20Works%20Calendar%201917%20(halloweenhjb).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2928" data-original-width="2271" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNJMcVYsd3KcR3RbXUxdZRpfi7tZYMsHMC8kKZt8Mv6-sgpxCpIs3lZmLltvVT22rQAeBH0qbN0FEGyahdUtJAjmV3xmHT6raYE5Kvscb2twDz3hfaTprcg49av9D1z80E0qUuI9iX79OG9m65V3v8nxdiLsH1a5qpGrXxc0WK7HTWIuu9LtcU2-q/w496-h640/Earl%20Christy%20American%20Art%20Works%20Calendar%201917%20(halloweenhjb).jpg" width="496" /></a></div>Earl Christy from American Art Works Calendar 1917 <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/halloweenhjb/52118148927" target="_blank">via halloweenhjb on Flikr</a><p>and a little time jump to 1928 over in France:</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsQrliUvgWLlzET2DtKpv3b7I5K5KzasuHjuWq3f6B3bcogMZpOq9WuFnrYUk87bV9RuFgz_eNUJXVSgQf-CH4q-lf1eRDnKYjIjePpdKVmIXmH4jeLjRBc20tYJsphFVal7sDUWLetHnR7WC7PNHjOGjGFQFfypwX7OI8b5Z6a6IlCkvEXdABDt98/s1596/Le%20Sourire%201928-05-10%20cover%20Leonnec%20heart%20fencer.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1596" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsQrliUvgWLlzET2DtKpv3b7I5K5KzasuHjuWq3f6B3bcogMZpOq9WuFnrYUk87bV9RuFgz_eNUJXVSgQf-CH4q-lf1eRDnKYjIjePpdKVmIXmH4jeLjRBc20tYJsphFVal7sDUWLetHnR7WC7PNHjOGjGFQFfypwX7OI8b5Z6a6IlCkvEXdABDt98/w434-h640/Le%20Sourire%201928-05-10%20cover%20Leonnec%20heart%20fencer.JPG" width="434" /></a></div>Georges Leonnec, in Le Sourire, May 10 1928<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbIgO6sMT3cofkRkwt5RTYJlfd3IxTN7kGzv-OwKtnI2nm6m6QYEgmNaJInXe0ewg6KeXX6ptdLlOjPNewEBrMvIJp4FF8HgN-fYcfzUpLbj3XU_L8nuCGzxyzo_vkygnXGxr376E5vltvpS-ci9QeXBc2Wm5u2Y5MY_MZ1LIHO7y215FHX6wPeDY/s3236/Pep%20Stories%201930-02%20v07n02%20cover%20Bolles%20via%20Uncensored.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3236" data-original-width="2216" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbIgO6sMT3cofkRkwt5RTYJlfd3IxTN7kGzv-OwKtnI2nm6m6QYEgmNaJInXe0ewg6KeXX6ptdLlOjPNewEBrMvIJp4FF8HgN-fYcfzUpLbj3XU_L8nuCGzxyzo_vkygnXGxr376E5vltvpS-ci9QeXBc2Wm5u2Y5MY_MZ1LIHO7y215FHX6wPeDY/w438-h640/Pep%20Stories%201930-02%20v07n02%20cover%20Bolles%20via%20Uncensored.jpg" width="438" /></a></div>Enoch Bolles, Pep Stories February 1930 via Douglas Ellis' <u>Uncensored</u>. Bolles plays with the bend of the foil.<p></p><p><u></u></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><u><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4MvuOkgpLjZp5pOJ2S-65Ts6rFE--GZeLBhAWj5_jAuzweOKv3jpBRP-n806Pp7UASFJ2whiI3GzZ434cQ1XBK52N55ZC8nb-sZhXVGjzRUX-Hm3RCqWhmRT0XeOADyLqrYa4qaOibJKhy3hLzvBZa8jW6EhdeIsHIbSZb9F11pabWpy8ZnVM9Px/s953/Film%20Fun%201933-10%20cover%20Bolles%20Fencer.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="953" data-original-width="687" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4MvuOkgpLjZp5pOJ2S-65Ts6rFE--GZeLBhAWj5_jAuzweOKv3jpBRP-n806Pp7UASFJ2whiI3GzZ434cQ1XBK52N55ZC8nb-sZhXVGjzRUX-Hm3RCqWhmRT0XeOADyLqrYa4qaOibJKhy3hLzvBZa8jW6EhdeIsHIbSZb9F11pabWpy8ZnVM9Px/w462-h640/Film%20Fun%201933-10%20cover%20Bolles%20Fencer.jpg" width="462" /></a></u></div><u><br /> </u>This Bolles Girl hardly seem interested in putting up a fight at all, Film Fun October 1933.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhycZrZ8Bt9lOq_EKZ7LFD4QaRWQSVkNWrEQqUOevlXxUhDpNiyNF1n3oEIHUEGF3NIkdU_ugrldgPxp5xXOZLLs8uEPbwQvu5LZCM1OBZJMZ53s3LDu-m45maqhrJES0qyRRf2VNtx_AXdfQt7uqEZmh0NrKOtlEAjpJ_uYqZm_Kp7UVWGWOqg9xaS/s794/Spicy%20Stories%201934-02%20v04n02.Merwil%20cover%20Driben.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="794" data-original-width="572" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhycZrZ8Bt9lOq_EKZ7LFD4QaRWQSVkNWrEQqUOevlXxUhDpNiyNF1n3oEIHUEGF3NIkdU_ugrldgPxp5xXOZLLs8uEPbwQvu5LZCM1OBZJMZ53s3LDu-m45maqhrJES0qyRRf2VNtx_AXdfQt7uqEZmh0NrKOtlEAjpJ_uYqZm_Kp7UVWGWOqg9xaS/w462-h640/Spicy%20Stories%201934-02%20v04n02.Merwil%20cover%20Driben.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><p>Peter Driben. This one has the outlandish outfit of Bolles girl and the pierced hearts of Leonnec. Love the design. Spicy Stories, February 1934. Driben liked it so much, he'd mimic it fifteen years later for the Gayety 1949 Summer edition for a Martin Goodman pub:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTiMSS_8yUGfCu50z5OCaxGmNd4RUfY7Agip0Rp-9N9NCoq69LUcHum-cxDYU02myN_JDq8sDNZ_KZs5Nbv518vop4X99x_JZZG9f4iksp0hCEStivSzqlNN9_XtX9Ky_j3BbYtbKZVFCq9drW0buj1nSXHrT1scKsw2Mw5jfU-eRDSFg-OmMiMY1Y/s1328/Gayety%201949-Summer%20v01n07%20cover%20Driben.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1328" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTiMSS_8yUGfCu50z5OCaxGmNd4RUfY7Agip0Rp-9N9NCoq69LUcHum-cxDYU02myN_JDq8sDNZ_KZs5Nbv518vop4X99x_JZZG9f4iksp0hCEStivSzqlNN9_XtX9Ky_j3BbYtbKZVFCq9drW0buj1nSXHrT1scKsw2Mw5jfU-eRDSFg-OmMiMY1Y/w482-h640/Gayety%201949-Summer%20v01n07%20cover%20Driben.jpg" width="482" /></a></div><p>Lastly, a couple of slick renditions:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Jc4-b_u1slTtir__vY9aDBdChC_l3wVvVlh9r1IZTHj65CrIOhqvEdJtIIA0N48RW9pFSkCH35-y-L8rD3zd_Pjxro5P1iyt691ZhIYEqistCGNz9NL5b7EKsW1gu15PKU0ZunIYHWH2i2o7B7JEQhdZdeQ1sCyTO23nRBIsa7YxHAwP2RuJBXf5/s488/SEP%201933-04-01%20cover%20Cammarata.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="488" data-original-width="366" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Jc4-b_u1slTtir__vY9aDBdChC_l3wVvVlh9r1IZTHj65CrIOhqvEdJtIIA0N48RW9pFSkCH35-y-L8rD3zd_Pjxro5P1iyt691ZhIYEqistCGNz9NL5b7EKsW1gu15PKU0ZunIYHWH2i2o7B7JEQhdZdeQ1sCyTO23nRBIsa7YxHAwP2RuJBXf5/s320/SEP%201933-04-01%20cover%20Cammarata.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><a href="https://www.pulpartists.com/Cammarata.html">Alfred Cammarata</a>, April 1 1933 Saturday Evening Post. Later known for his work in the golden age of comics.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vIjrpLvvVa7dr1AzRZqkpbm9LZ2aVgcCdih4ERQmumq3ZgopVzQlycNIAMO9KjN6XiI2j5ODOWUdoifAghtuCXUu6F8zuMIH4CH7ZFG-EOPxXA38TN9FvFYm55F5Lvy1y7c9iSHJ749KJtE-K30nOxlO9pWN5YOpiWe5w_fRmiCxgeymwZtyylDW/s1080/Cosmopolitan%201937-02%20Bradshaw%20Crandall.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="798" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vIjrpLvvVa7dr1AzRZqkpbm9LZ2aVgcCdih4ERQmumq3ZgopVzQlycNIAMO9KjN6XiI2j5ODOWUdoifAghtuCXUu6F8zuMIH4CH7ZFG-EOPxXA38TN9FvFYm55F5Lvy1y7c9iSHJ749KJtE-K30nOxlO9pWN5YOpiWe5w_fRmiCxgeymwZtyylDW/w472-h640/Cosmopolitan%201937-02%20Bradshaw%20Crandall.png" width="472" /></a></div><p></p><p>A most excellent Bradshaw Crandell, Cosmopolitan February 1937.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxJ-woVmYOCJXeJ0-FZIXcJJlwfvT05azffGbP32ixtM8D84iVxF_svs_Uhil6yPc49CgcqJF519xrSFOaqjHIQTGMaHA4l5pO8F74UEHqgx8-Z1r9dJneXewo_UO4PTF_t6ws5E0XXTJsWRlR5pFjHyGNYITJcuPHEajdX954ySOEuyQGFfQM940l/s2912/Buell%20(American,%201910-1996).%20EN-GARDE!.%20Oil%20on%20board.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2912" data-original-width="2268" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxJ-woVmYOCJXeJ0-FZIXcJJlwfvT05azffGbP32ixtM8D84iVxF_svs_Uhil6yPc49CgcqJF519xrSFOaqjHIQTGMaHA4l5pO8F74UEHqgx8-Z1r9dJneXewo_UO4PTF_t6ws5E0XXTJsWRlR5pFjHyGNYITJcuPHEajdX954ySOEuyQGFfQM940l/w498-h640/Buell%20(American,%201910-1996).%20EN-GARDE!.%20Oil%20on%20board.jpg" width="498" /></a></div><p>Al Buell, date unknown, from the original art at Heritage Auctions.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWcGMG7BkkLNMaWdeHORLdboQJIwhstJLtzyBTmjkWytuuDGGTv-spcaIHF9na1frV9SHh8Bat7yhSnW6m_pS4zHYM8XR2vZKGdX0fv6_D2h5FykZpdDFRlCh2Rp25wY0p7OHSi_3iDkOSG8y3S60DTy6xMi5p0WiSuk1KK3H09TTuQjj6vVclKg2/s1168/Vintage%20Esquire%20Pin%20Up%20Girl%20Calendar%20Page%20George%20Petty%20February%201955%20Fencing.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1168" data-original-width="848" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWcGMG7BkkLNMaWdeHORLdboQJIwhstJLtzyBTmjkWytuuDGGTv-spcaIHF9na1frV9SHh8Bat7yhSnW6m_pS4zHYM8XR2vZKGdX0fv6_D2h5FykZpdDFRlCh2Rp25wY0p7OHSi_3iDkOSG8y3S60DTy6xMi5p0WiSuk1KK3H09TTuQjj6vVclKg2/w464-h640/Vintage%20Esquire%20Pin%20Up%20Girl%20Calendar%20Page%20George%20Petty%20February%201955%20Fencing.jpg" width="464" /></a></div>George Petty, Esquire February 1955<p>Lastly, have a Coke and a smile and a blade to the heart - date and artist unknown -</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVU1UhzNyrjirc2TnTyplhPs03p4h17E0U8ZHmr_b57CJTzivXk5vbncKmnSy5gEpX_4z_W93RUn47cJ9I75wMGa5uTFsxHii8wXhfj529mawhm8ym8Ziktu6R8tUu7J5m4LLm-rlHPjs1Fqbf_vM5BHsf9BsJAwzsdd-5_jfPBukn1FG0CdUT_gsq/s640/Fencer%20Unknown%20Coca%20Cola%20Ad%20via%20pinterest.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVU1UhzNyrjirc2TnTyplhPs03p4h17E0U8ZHmr_b57CJTzivXk5vbncKmnSy5gEpX_4z_W93RUn47cJ9I75wMGa5uTFsxHii8wXhfj529mawhm8ym8Ziktu6R8tUu7J5m4LLm-rlHPjs1Fqbf_vM5BHsf9BsJAwzsdd-5_jfPBukn1FG0CdUT_gsq/w216-h320/Fencer%20Unknown%20Coca%20Cola%20Ad%20via%20pinterest.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><p></p><br />darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-30649338005661392732023-05-06T19:27:00.007-07:002023-05-06T21:04:52.392-07:00SHE, December 1956 / BAD GIRLS U.S.A.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwPnB2idknnBoiFOwY6p_qM_Ca7UbuCJlERLSKiiSpfATIpeg0Sf0Dvl6HEYh7cX67V_feIjJoa6oiNZzea3ue8o_CufFyUW4RdgL3jAf5WfzgzdQyqO3AiwnswWwJvQd-PHb8AKolZZQ5gIFnBBiqZ1KP6aHNXEWxeaQ5aq_xPwaOsheB4hhTlq1/s2181/SHE1956-12Image%200001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2181" data-original-width="1715" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwPnB2idknnBoiFOwY6p_qM_Ca7UbuCJlERLSKiiSpfATIpeg0Sf0Dvl6HEYh7cX67V_feIjJoa6oiNZzea3ue8o_CufFyUW4RdgL3jAf5WfzgzdQyqO3AiwnswWwJvQd-PHb8AKolZZQ5gIFnBBiqZ1KP6aHNXEWxeaQ5aq_xPwaOsheB4hhTlq1/w504-h640/SHE1956-12Image%200001.jpg" width="504" /></a></div>A 1956 pocket magazine for our perusal tonight, hot off the presses, the December issue of SHE which heralds BAD GIRLS U.S.A. If the bold reds and yellows don't pop out at you, Joi Lansing is sure
to draw the male gaze. You just know this is gonna be sleazy pleasey. Take my 15 cents now, newsdealer, and I'll stick that mag in my back pocket where Mama can't see.<p></p><p>Get the scan here: <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/mghwxsqb6u4rm13/SHE_v01n04_%25281956-12.Cape_Magazine_Management%2529_%2528Darwination%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">SHE v01n04 (1956-12.Cape Magazine Management) (Darwination)</a></p><p>or you can read online or get alternate formats at the IA <a href="https://archive.org/details/she-v-01n-04-1956-12.-cape-magazine-management-darwination-ia" target="_blank">here</a>. <br /></p><p></p><p>At just over four inches wide, publishers turned to the pocket magazines when post code comics lost their bite and the magazine market began to falter. SHE was published by Cape Magazine Management, and associated pocket magazines
include Inside, Glance (second series), and Frauds and Rackets. Sweats
from this publisher include Bold Men, Man's Thrills, and Savage
Adventures for Men.</p><p></p><p>Each issue of SHE looks to follow a theme, and here we have Bad Girls. The kind that will set you up and steal your wallet. The kind your mom warned you about. You just wish some bad girl would make a sucker out of you. But why are so many young girls getting swept up into the current of juvenile delinquency? Our editor pontificates:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhU7i4GKvUBHDMbIWgMYq-RyQ8SssKHxIGKR4hO5FGdvYAHkO9lYtEJDIRi7aVT6CMEaymYk-q_CcLS0fu6RveRNf36GWARczb_C15uXiC1tq5LoBRCRiANOHHG6IFJShaVjuH6nLpRs0J1fbUn2hS7xkJepEpLWPQoO_dfeNnSAhbwGPLZxpbl9p/s3200/SHE1956-12Image%200002-3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2154" data-original-width="3200" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhU7i4GKvUBHDMbIWgMYq-RyQ8SssKHxIGKR4hO5FGdvYAHkO9lYtEJDIRi7aVT6CMEaymYk-q_CcLS0fu6RveRNf36GWARczb_C15uXiC1tq5LoBRCRiANOHHG6IFJShaVjuH6nLpRs0J1fbUn2hS7xkJepEpLWPQoO_dfeNnSAhbwGPLZxpbl9p/w640-h430/SHE1956-12Image%200002-3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Maybe, it's the stress of the A Bomb that has the girls acting crazy. Who gave them the vote anyways? Perhaps it's these dirty little magazines poisoning the minds of these "feminine renegades." Party girls, confidence gals, gun molls, and gang members, the manners of delinquency never end.</p><p>Young girls dragged into the court system, strung out on narcotics. Did the war make them this way? How could this happen, coming from such well adjusted homes...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4sSPRcjf7MOLTZ-MDmN9jh-hIWw_3ARkvDR0kTMpmJx-0f4QOhXpvZXluJZauzCMoBmSaFprA6NOAeGtehEjlSMDvMqVZvbP-gx5rhq4u4AZlGwRWYDCxpRdHlKIPmGLVsYquzjab4riX7f4Ya6PuL2oSoYMJxM7qDkse2IypISouuiGo6gNIkf6/s3338/SHE1956-12Image%200008-9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2181" data-original-width="3338" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4sSPRcjf7MOLTZ-MDmN9jh-hIWw_3ARkvDR0kTMpmJx-0f4QOhXpvZXluJZauzCMoBmSaFprA6NOAeGtehEjlSMDvMqVZvbP-gx5rhq4u4AZlGwRWYDCxpRdHlKIPmGLVsYquzjab4riX7f4Ya6PuL2oSoYMJxM7qDkse2IypISouuiGo6gNIkf6/w640-h418/SHE1956-12Image%200008-9.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Who knows what sort of deviancy might slip into these little magazines purportedly aghast at the state of things</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtt4ZNaI7ueyoXnstKxctxnKyXgb1o-H1PLLV1VbgETUHSnPWCOqQS6bAFJnveOP6kv_Sm7b4p14vYp46SnWwWPpJpiluO6XXQHZ_G_0-fjNMgsAnVMmqWUNYDxuRv_Cn3fl0NIZCEIzLb8ijDaSYF4_7qRe3S0f2koCLM85lVdGboNvMsT6gCM67R/s3383/SHE1956-12Image%200010-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2183" data-original-width="3383" height="412" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtt4ZNaI7ueyoXnstKxctxnKyXgb1o-H1PLLV1VbgETUHSnPWCOqQS6bAFJnveOP6kv_Sm7b4p14vYp46SnWwWPpJpiluO6XXQHZ_G_0-fjNMgsAnVMmqWUNYDxuRv_Cn3fl0NIZCEIzLb8ijDaSYF4_7qRe3S0f2koCLM85lVdGboNvMsT6gCM67R/w640-h412/SHE1956-12Image%200010-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Already afraid of male hitchhikers, you'd better be on the watch for the distressed gal with her thumb out. It may not be the expected proposition and maybe chivalry the least motivation. Purportedly, one ne'er do well hitchhiking lass robbed three people in one night, pistol whipping a female victim. Or the marine who was forced to make love at gunpoint with two females before they left him naked and stole his car. True story.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GBAs44NcGd_ZaXbvIKuk5B_ABvbAHglyRhgscucGKHO9NQh9FuzJIGLuzwUW0e2I6OpZgrgJ9vJUf5TQgorHyjw8jBtDLK2LVoiEnG6OE-5DGwM_Nt7BAaGZ2JaVfbsbQSJhiC06WZX-E-mhjrFv7meaPFIOAwyRx_PBgUsMwHWM4sHo8NHAH-np/s3310/SHE1956-12Image%200012-3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2158" data-original-width="3310" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GBAs44NcGd_ZaXbvIKuk5B_ABvbAHglyRhgscucGKHO9NQh9FuzJIGLuzwUW0e2I6OpZgrgJ9vJUf5TQgorHyjw8jBtDLK2LVoiEnG6OE-5DGwM_Nt7BAaGZ2JaVfbsbQSJhiC06WZX-E-mhjrFv7meaPFIOAwyRx_PBgUsMwHWM4sHo8NHAH-np/w640-h418/SHE1956-12Image%200012-3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Narcotics addicts recruit young girls into their ranks, the upsurge in dope a menace in the form heroin and barbituates. The three dangerous looking ladies below apparently threw a marijuana party at the trailer park, REEFER MADNESS</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcHlVzMHcESUOGEcX_xBhEfUjcaOvJpHDN4AvUiEZFE7yhMXk1UVIVu8MsOqr5O5EJdQ2lHCrMJJ0PDe1BRQaQQnvCVDsXgTI0_leXPWa4-IxUZwnj17GlpHO27IRUEqFRp0wTXUysoWvqawKklsU1wIBbQNEjJRnW36Z2PfnRgxLUlarWOInhsiK1/s3311/SHE1956-12Image%200016-7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2148" data-original-width="3311" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcHlVzMHcESUOGEcX_xBhEfUjcaOvJpHDN4AvUiEZFE7yhMXk1UVIVu8MsOqr5O5EJdQ2lHCrMJJ0PDe1BRQaQQnvCVDsXgTI0_leXPWa4-IxUZwnj17GlpHO27IRUEqFRp0wTXUysoWvqawKklsU1wIBbQNEjJRnW36Z2PfnRgxLUlarWOInhsiK1/w640-h416/SHE1956-12Image%200016-7.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>At least Peggy looks like she's having a good time with all of this. </p><p>When they have trouble affording the dope, some turn to prostitution. The more ambitious operators might sell dope themselves. Cruel looking dealers with slightly ethnic looks like these two might lure the uninitiated into the web of drugs through sex parties. Don't let that happen to you, dear reader, that would be awful!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdFB3r4BHgWNp8yU-xWusMXll5kyu20ZZQlE0DNTGhsdeYqS5QxgsVRfGDj2h0gB3SKHckDurhyRDC0Aigvc8epbq42nlIskRMpRpD7-9XzuATUGIehezUVqpyNqTRIFA7IfCIDPuZ8jAPPlBogLgg5UNJa3G77WSkNuvZQWwlTiCp4SR7KzhxyiZJ/s3204/SHE1956-12Image%200020-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2173" data-original-width="3204" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdFB3r4BHgWNp8yU-xWusMXll5kyu20ZZQlE0DNTGhsdeYqS5QxgsVRfGDj2h0gB3SKHckDurhyRDC0Aigvc8epbq42nlIskRMpRpD7-9XzuATUGIehezUVqpyNqTRIFA7IfCIDPuZ8jAPPlBogLgg5UNJa3G77WSkNuvZQWwlTiCp4SR7KzhxyiZJ/w640-h434/SHE1956-12Image%200020-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>And if these slightly sleazy magazines stray from their purpose of warding readers from crime, perhaps they serve another purpose as well in advertising other even less savory publication like the REALLY SPECIAL photos of Miss Myles here.</p><p>This millionaire provides Benzadrine goofballs and bennies for the purpose of making home movies. The couple on the left are not models but real criminals caught in the act, saved perhaps from white slavery at the end of a needle.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8qu_5HyUSDNHXR9zz3zPYc1ECH6we6VgBEilaJmY2eszffaF1jGEC5gpHmazUB9U9M06oGtZ182HmdgdKuqX474TR2CurrA5xb6ijz0joc1ckK6aGH4kcb9XMrb2sNXZKz85Y1hmuGFzrYggTr2zuYDwVYiCnxmu4YwXwH77FQvIH-YIMCCXWmxlo/s3253/SHE1956-12Image%200022-3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2172" data-original-width="3253" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8qu_5HyUSDNHXR9zz3zPYc1ECH6we6VgBEilaJmY2eszffaF1jGEC5gpHmazUB9U9M06oGtZ182HmdgdKuqX474TR2CurrA5xb6ijz0joc1ckK6aGH4kcb9XMrb2sNXZKz85Y1hmuGFzrYggTr2zuYDwVYiCnxmu4YwXwH77FQvIH-YIMCCXWmxlo/w640-h428/SHE1956-12Image%200022-3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>These dangerous looking escorts might only get five percent of their take, with mobsters like Lucky Luciano taking the rest</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFu1cK5WDEdIzcnPbXEyyfALdKgxsmPcu7qRmEn7ScfVxofp3_uQFO9J81eMbwjVK0xmHZPZoQy5c-tyHGcgi0036Fv7iM159k0g5vRHwXuCpz6yR_Ct1uRYLdTrSDQ4eKvaO4ZYWtgt0plQM58IeNtLxfjmw2H-jbb1zvwZIpdVp4Q-IjrR6f4eY/s3226/SHE1956-12Image%200026-7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2169" data-original-width="3226" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFu1cK5WDEdIzcnPbXEyyfALdKgxsmPcu7qRmEn7ScfVxofp3_uQFO9J81eMbwjVK0xmHZPZoQy5c-tyHGcgi0036Fv7iM159k0g5vRHwXuCpz6yR_Ct1uRYLdTrSDQ4eKvaO4ZYWtgt0plQM58IeNtLxfjmw2H-jbb1zvwZIpdVp4Q-IjrR6f4eY/w640-h430/SHE1956-12Image%200026-7.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>As we arrive at the centerfold, the heart of darkness, a dark street in New Orleans where unbounded jazz fills the night, played by darkskinned denizens of the Big Easy</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9v3eHBOkwDq5beYYVQnho584w2w-IP8PYKfNX8GTXMdcZ-NR1ygnqvrkrXPrOMbA2B7MKZB111I38VDWY9hwhWcUxqFQvf2c4qMKOhMYMgCr7NdMboqu1bimY0Re_pfk_71n-mPuiNQO_uMocUgkhDLMjr1GZzyFxI2fVoECy9S7SG9qu-vXDG-JL/s3242/SHE1956-12Image%200034-5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2165" data-original-width="3242" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9v3eHBOkwDq5beYYVQnho584w2w-IP8PYKfNX8GTXMdcZ-NR1ygnqvrkrXPrOMbA2B7MKZB111I38VDWY9hwhWcUxqFQvf2c4qMKOhMYMgCr7NdMboqu1bimY0Re_pfk_71n-mPuiNQO_uMocUgkhDLMjr1GZzyFxI2fVoECy9S7SG9qu-vXDG-JL/w640-h428/SHE1956-12Image%200034-5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>The birthplace of blues and big time prostitution. "Overhead, Spanish balconies stand in mute testament to the earth past when scarlet queens stood behind the lacy ironwork and teasingly displayed their wares to passersby." Yes, readers, we, too, seem to be on a tour of the wildside, and the seemingly informs where you might want to look for a good time in NO. Bordellos may be gone, but there are showgirls and call girls and seemingly upscale interest, too</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzr7ckJrYa5zKWZdBhERC1pxPQ1VSzSK2so-Twe2JkI2Jn8RSJ4H6WQClu-XWUoHgVyDhuOnrq6bF7luBZn603h7_tpFNSQpyycVeHBEnNz4XgNbPagvDGnikjQtfO9n8zZVDn0xYscko64OLmg_iM_EF-QGbnwqOUrPTSlFEq0mQAHM2kUILm5LPw/s3244/SHE1956-12Image%200040-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2164" data-original-width="3244" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzr7ckJrYa5zKWZdBhERC1pxPQ1VSzSK2so-Twe2JkI2Jn8RSJ4H6WQClu-XWUoHgVyDhuOnrq6bF7luBZn603h7_tpFNSQpyycVeHBEnNz4XgNbPagvDGnikjQtfO9n8zZVDn0xYscko64OLmg_iM_EF-QGbnwqOUrPTSlFEq0mQAHM2kUILm5LPw/w640-h426/SHE1956-12Image%200040-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Apparently, even garment manufacturers like to send models out to help procure sales (the identities of the salesgirls kept secret here by grey boxes</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZFK8luOLXYqUrwVip7uvaa6AkSe6cUTxwI_lpg7mgr1PBctDCwnOYA1J5aWyM1mDSkf-_htImpFDuuuzFh82wRMDO1IHe9omF5TtiNu8fZ8XgK4PGu5th9Z8EAYybJHUPpfUA6CXfrdN-iw6gliwTjfdGS4uROnzja9Xp8ESTv-4j5cV4xgmdsfDZ/s3257/SHE1956-12Image%200044-5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="3257" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZFK8luOLXYqUrwVip7uvaa6AkSe6cUTxwI_lpg7mgr1PBctDCwnOYA1J5aWyM1mDSkf-_htImpFDuuuzFh82wRMDO1IHe9omF5TtiNu8fZ8XgK4PGu5th9Z8EAYybJHUPpfUA6CXfrdN-iw6gliwTjfdGS4uROnzja9Xp8ESTv-4j5cV4xgmdsfDZ/w640-h424/SHE1956-12Image%200044-5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Casinos and bars are in on the action, too, as G-girls get men to gamble and drink. One visitor to Vegas, says, "You can't trust any women in Vegas except your wife." I'm sure he took her with, and that he can fully trust her when he's away.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzZypmhCahOgBj2-HVe16xc3h7-gnnGvjtR75EO9OXXgXQE96cXRuUQ0cLlWuvFlhp9xJsUqo-T3HW2iJ3Zb_Hej5u5h68D_pRLuAHAyx-jvDUJ-QjvQ0GB_HdY2IODN-KJ07-l6fxgHXPafKdKq-bPV6n1GDjSf5PYimMQlX5BzVAL397yfr31Wj/s3176/SHE1956-12Image%200052-3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2139" data-original-width="3176" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzZypmhCahOgBj2-HVe16xc3h7-gnnGvjtR75EO9OXXgXQE96cXRuUQ0cLlWuvFlhp9xJsUqo-T3HW2iJ3Zb_Hej5u5h68D_pRLuAHAyx-jvDUJ-QjvQ0GB_HdY2IODN-KJ07-l6fxgHXPafKdKq-bPV6n1GDjSf5PYimMQlX5BzVAL397yfr31Wj/w640-h432/SHE1956-12Image%200052-3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Or watch out, an innocent dalliance might turn into blackmail, like that perpetrated by this dangerous looking mixed race couple here</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj3xCr6kkxeo__XFnkkEVK3GQd4T_xtJqsjgNuv3WfWqA2iog-_aMvYL_tg67k8qydLlJxT6KAqe3JRo9adMaA4v0C2wAx5nTuBuva8dLGXS354w_UxCEmNhqmNxCJJnKvu6o0Kivt5FfGm0KFWvNay_-KGpTbDYHms9pcw3Wz8cFg-tbXbNEtjmyk/s3216/SHE1956-12Image%200056-7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2162" data-original-width="3216" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj3xCr6kkxeo__XFnkkEVK3GQd4T_xtJqsjgNuv3WfWqA2iog-_aMvYL_tg67k8qydLlJxT6KAqe3JRo9adMaA4v0C2wAx5nTuBuva8dLGXS354w_UxCEmNhqmNxCJJnKvu6o0Kivt5FfGm0KFWvNay_-KGpTbDYHms9pcw3Wz8cFg-tbXbNEtjmyk/w640-h430/SHE1956-12Image%200056-7.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Fighting Females, Bizarre Book Service, Party Records (for adults only) and a ringleader of girl cattle rustlers from Texas. (as well as statement of ownership of this upstanding magazine).<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5NRyEBcS6N2wJ_UENNfJSZoCjvKDpbVS24sRvLui3uIJWwtlvqGvlUTQPhmum5BErBGs0dBkIC33lYtkO2mV56On2TO0j5bhPYFq6KcoMop_O3gHTi_WBJZWUgg4Po8GJ8TsyQZdaSOBdRNlwVuUXTnPnAv3Vw4Q1fjtOgcjcB-8cPyMIHQ4rv2-_/s3255/SHE1956-12Image%200062-3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2180" data-original-width="3255" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5NRyEBcS6N2wJ_UENNfJSZoCjvKDpbVS24sRvLui3uIJWwtlvqGvlUTQPhmum5BErBGs0dBkIC33lYtkO2mV56On2TO0j5bhPYFq6KcoMop_O3gHTi_WBJZWUgg4Po8GJ8TsyQZdaSOBdRNlwVuUXTnPnAv3Vw4Q1fjtOgcjcB-8cPyMIHQ4rv2-_/w640-h428/SHE1956-12Image%200062-3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Yes, "the gentle sex no longer lives up to it's billing. Women have moved out of the kitchen into a world that was molded by men and for men. And just like men, many females are floored by the hard knocks they must accept in society." <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-NuYFfvjJBALL4mBQjerHLQwxRWa6PFxz8Tjea2K3fkCfART_rEvKiKXq1GC1ZoKih1PM6ZR2ubvaXITGb8pTCjD3xgPL8D575fORxaJLRrcm1Oi2qR0g4gJlcPJ8Tgjkrm9moI8IDxcHc8sKSYv47z-pPn3a_5rX1SXSERP0Mfc_HyQeAGy9pduX/s3195/SHE1956-12Image%200064-5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2178" data-original-width="3195" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-NuYFfvjJBALL4mBQjerHLQwxRWa6PFxz8Tjea2K3fkCfART_rEvKiKXq1GC1ZoKih1PM6ZR2ubvaXITGb8pTCjD3xgPL8D575fORxaJLRrcm1Oi2qR0g4gJlcPJ8Tgjkrm9moI8IDxcHc8sKSYv47z-pPn3a_5rX1SXSERP0Mfc_HyQeAGy9pduX/w640-h436/SHE1956-12Image%200064-5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p> Except for grandma here, she used only a toy gun and made out like a bandit with 4 grand. The world wouldn't be much fun with out a few bad girls to look out for, eh? No need to hide your face in shame, reader, only through awareness of vice may we avoid it - - <br /></p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-8603628988507259102023-05-02T22:40:00.018-07:002023-05-03T11:02:50.352-07:00Groovin', March 1972 / Grant Green<div><p>Oof, a week without a post, time does fly -</p><p>Another music mag tonight for your enjoyment. I was putting this up at the IA and once again fell into reading the ish at hand.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj50nJ_jMWzZnNvoCqyVoHfHABhCC2jWkvAUrBT2-Du8tqPDmtDi4QpHD0-q2hYiWTEMFQDt4sDoUFyUQSKGgpKVRpovA_5vnQWOucAMryL06szIDsGBPIFp4ie4aGmMGSthbz6TIKj4G1AL9lSTbTPTxnagbgbC_-Lg2Q0PEtQpWKyS_ln6NP6_Yy_/s2168/Groovin1972-03p01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2168" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj50nJ_jMWzZnNvoCqyVoHfHABhCC2jWkvAUrBT2-Du8tqPDmtDi4QpHD0-q2hYiWTEMFQDt4sDoUFyUQSKGgpKVRpovA_5vnQWOucAMryL06szIDsGBPIFp4ie4aGmMGSthbz6TIKj4G1AL9lSTbTPTxnagbgbC_-Lg2Q0PEtQpWKyS_ln6NP6_Yy_/w492-h640/Groovin1972-03p01.jpg" width="492" /></a></div><p></p><p>Isaac Hayes and Angela Davis in red, pink, and white. and check out the wild title design. When you look at enough magazines, you can tell when some outlier is doing it's own thing, Groovin' to its own beat.</p><p>Get the original scan here: <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/0iglpbgfxm3ph7b/Groovin%2527_v01n05_%25281972-03.Nu-Trend%2529%2528D%2526M%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">Groovin' v01n05 (1972-03.Nu-Trend)(D&M).cbr</a><br /></p><p>or you can read it online or download other formats on my shelf at the IA <a href="https://archive.org/details/groovin-v-01n-05-1972-03.-nu-trend-d-m-ia" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p>Tonight's scan was edited by groovemaster McCoy, you better believe I can dig it.</p><p>I'm able to find next to no information regarding this magazine. I couldn't even find other cover images in a limited search which is very surprising for a magazine from the 70s, even a regional publication.<br /></p><p>Contents</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4M_avvzdRvPZF4frCvVs6vf2wlFtapfmjuFWmrfu1oojXmNxZbku5K9J1zYkeSR6GBC3TTTcUDqQOhbrRjw5SFGfnpG4wdAkLBip4rA12YPll_XqqS7C6M8cBh_qrZ_ZXvpz6hipJc0idpJ2UaWXYUV6VrbH2626mRSlws2gp5-z10lA7DE2BTb63/s2183/Groovin1972-03p03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2183" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4M_avvzdRvPZF4frCvVs6vf2wlFtapfmjuFWmrfu1oojXmNxZbku5K9J1zYkeSR6GBC3TTTcUDqQOhbrRjw5SFGfnpG4wdAkLBip4rA12YPll_XqqS7C6M8cBh_qrZ_ZXvpz6hipJc0idpJ2UaWXYUV6VrbH2626mRSlws2gp5-z10lA7DE2BTb63/w488-h640/Groovin1972-03p03.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><br />Published by Nu-Trend Endterprises, <a href="https://www.google.com/maps/place/6510+S+Western+Ave,+Los+Angeles,+CA+90047/@33.9803186,-118.3089354,3a,75y,270h,90t/data=!3m7!1e1!3m5!1s4yqHgb4ZEMmUDCLxkvnR3w!2e0!6shttps:%2F%2Fstreetviewpixels-pa.googleapis.com%2Fv1%2Fthumbnail%3Fpanoid%3D4yqHgb4ZEMmUDCLxkvnR3w%26cb_client%3Dsearch.gws-prod.gps%26w%3D86%26h%3D86%26yaw%3D116.74827%26pitch%3D0%26thumbfov%3D100!7i16384!8i8192!4m7!3m6!1s0x80c2b7da835e9de9:0xd99b0253ede41ec0!8m2!3d33.9802556!4d-118.3088272!10e5!16s%2Fg%2F11h3qffbqq" target="_blank">6510 So. Western Ave, Los Angeles.</a> I get a kick out of sometimes hitting up the google on these office addresses out of the indicia. A little stroll through the google street view from where I've linked shows some gentlemen chilling across the street and a car wash next door - a virtual walk through the City of Angels, more fun than expected.<p></p><p>But back to the magazine - There are not very many ads in this edition, not a good sign for a magazine's fifth issue. The inner cover points to the main advertiser and perhaps a mostly local audience</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0CderJqZ9IZnQxs41ge0pyMt6PVmLa03q9JkJC4D84w8xYl7Y2QefzquHOg3hL6fKmlmLhjVYzTmEN8aJHsUZvq2BUpZjVomQ2UcT-xcvtsUwwlfCUKOYzqIQuxrogj7u6jy7Mr6UrYqg4gp8CP-gMmH2cIR4Bc07KZ9F1XKQ-gp8LmyivUgUz0NU/s2170/Groovin1972-03p02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2170" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0CderJqZ9IZnQxs41ge0pyMt6PVmLa03q9JkJC4D84w8xYl7Y2QefzquHOg3hL6fKmlmLhjVYzTmEN8aJHsUZvq2BUpZjVomQ2UcT-xcvtsUwwlfCUKOYzqIQuxrogj7u6jy7Mr6UrYqg4gp8CP-gMmH2cIR4Bc07KZ9F1XKQ-gp8LmyivUgUz0NU/w492-h640/Groovin1972-03p02.jpg" width="492" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm told KGFJ went off the air in the late 80s but at this time catered to a mostly black crowd with soul and R&B programming which looks pretty consistent with the Groovin's content. Early on, though, KGFJ (I kind of like the call letters) can claim to be the first ever 24 hour broadcaster. There's a good webpage <a href="https://jeff560.tripod.com/kgfj.html" target="_blank">here</a> where Jim Hilliker shares his research into life of the station. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next page's lettering looks like it might have come off a punk rock flyer - we need your five bucks!<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJ5HXOyKQ_1nxEHsKwGB4LLWI_sadKuwOhOkdugsD_jN5rr4eFP3jTsmSlxxLoTdbQT45YFp6wVwoOJ-GStsY4jKCF5xszfEzryqh8yeHnTo08XdJU9M43CNtu4ijeTp1XHEsVePLv7nNvH6tEHuVsjlKe7eF7PicnUXGuN2ThZ8a9CJgmfxyGz4t/s2178/Groovin1972-03p04.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2178" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJ5HXOyKQ_1nxEHsKwGB4LLWI_sadKuwOhOkdugsD_jN5rr4eFP3jTsmSlxxLoTdbQT45YFp6wVwoOJ-GStsY4jKCF5xszfEzryqh8yeHnTo08XdJU9M43CNtu4ijeTp1XHEsVePLv7nNvH6tEHuVsjlKe7eF7PicnUXGuN2ThZ8a9CJgmfxyGz4t/w490-h640/Groovin1972-03p04.jpg" width="490" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Shit, or you can hold on to that fiver and catch the Chilites and Funkadelic on Crenshaw</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNbmeRg24IJTXhoag6T-hwF7QjSwKTtDTSGDi7lGOH8svUUxih8xGVwS7_qMIScXWOMmBvZCukvmPiJkRIzziu9QWI1pX2f69l3jDHxzgKL5UNB6mVa-VNmDM67rlfeidhhCHSEUE1924fWdLhjC48XVONhxM2B0575v8LIwP78EP2dNSZBv-0pfyZ/s2162/Groovin1972-03p05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2162" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNbmeRg24IJTXhoag6T-hwF7QjSwKTtDTSGDi7lGOH8svUUxih8xGVwS7_qMIScXWOMmBvZCukvmPiJkRIzziu9QWI1pX2f69l3jDHxzgKL5UNB6mVa-VNmDM67rlfeidhhCHSEUE1924fWdLhjC48XVONhxM2B0575v8LIwP78EP2dNSZBv-0pfyZ/w494-h640/Groovin1972-03p05.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><p></p><p>Here in the time machine, though, we can listen to some Chilites <u>for free</u> RIGHT NOW <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="316" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/kug7QznjVAs" width="380" youtube-src-id="kug7QznjVAs"></iframe></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tell me, have you seen her? <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She's interviewing B.B King. The magazine opens with an unexpectedly candid and melancholy interview by Eunice Pye of King, in town and in an NBC dressing room waiting to go on the Flip Wilson Show. B.B. dishes on the life of a blues singer, a genre often given short shrift, playing to mostly white audiences, and on his part in divorces from his first wives. Why does B.B. cry? B.B. King From the Inside</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3paQfbWUnluqWnFpw9mjSrf6govggvIvot-s7H3NM7OavmxPo0l5ErObLlbH5BzLSsgkww5CMoXG-ewz5vX7-yjvfk90Y7FYtg3cyeWVjkEb8FwNNx1df9CNyMbv43rfTgJ21fRlu2IhsUH1DXqmSSBckn9u-AJamFg9m7kmOlKOoBQ0WPoVm56I/s3332/Groovin1972-03p06-07.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2221" data-original-width="3332" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3paQfbWUnluqWnFpw9mjSrf6govggvIvot-s7H3NM7OavmxPo0l5ErObLlbH5BzLSsgkww5CMoXG-ewz5vX7-yjvfk90Y7FYtg3cyeWVjkEb8FwNNx1df9CNyMbv43rfTgJ21fRlu2IhsUH1DXqmSSBckn9u-AJamFg9m7kmOlKOoBQ0WPoVm56I/w640-h426/Groovin1972-03p06-07.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Following B.B., another Memphis icon, Isaac Hayes. I think we named part of Highway I-40 after the man. Die famous, get a highway, hallelujah</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vegkBg8hd4THVqN7cmzVhHlh3kIImbmw-01vuKSnR6Nl8cXvPL9FtS-uX8Y4r0hpQd8pU4iX98ZVTBm9vatOxuwItkNoH1iaqwAlyEe4f2pbQR6m5RfugMyDmjrEvwWcXcRWcVGKSSfUCIT9pnPI0z9ZzHLbo3mJ5jiYf-zTSwhivVjJPBtL8nRB/s3332/Groovin1972-03p10-11.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2166" data-original-width="3332" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vegkBg8hd4THVqN7cmzVhHlh3kIImbmw-01vuKSnR6Nl8cXvPL9FtS-uX8Y4r0hpQd8pU4iX98ZVTBm9vatOxuwItkNoH1iaqwAlyEe4f2pbQR6m5RfugMyDmjrEvwWcXcRWcVGKSSfUCIT9pnPI0z9ZzHLbo3mJ5jiYf-zTSwhivVjJPBtL8nRB/w640-h416/Groovin1972-03p10-11.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>O.G. OVERGOLD</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt6GOagNjLv1KqD-cnJIAZo-809mW-0A2XCzZsHOJfRiMNr4L2sqcks_6K0tNFmtHzfRjjDSnZ_Ywqc93Th3r24vSEkTHhWSnFoKb1In437JzDNG5idxRl6UY8LMjGy9dIGms1I9Rr-lD7WLFe2Df8POMDJhl2EWYpHdC_Jowx2Q7JGaj1CO_UPqLQ/s2835/Groovin1972-03p12.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2835" data-original-width="2052" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt6GOagNjLv1KqD-cnJIAZo-809mW-0A2XCzZsHOJfRiMNr4L2sqcks_6K0tNFmtHzfRjjDSnZ_Ywqc93Th3r24vSEkTHhWSnFoKb1In437JzDNG5idxRl6UY8LMjGy9dIGms1I9Rr-lD7WLFe2Df8POMDJhl2EWYpHdC_Jowx2Q7JGaj1CO_UPqLQ/w290-h400/Groovin1972-03p12.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><p>Isaac Hayes with editor Walter Jenkins</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk66Yth4J4Y4ZtCO_ZdGeIr0fXiX2JxAiOuE1MWIqlisfDn6Vvz-iiytbpuS3eUdIrqbdU5vGZ2ZaButUOi2xDrimHQJjWLZhQC0cR5l_2GX2XN4TnFDGXkqqSpVMm5hug1_bKKQybFv5_keKDxf8-NBthuk2WmQ58lklLSg-NG-p3JduBCOnbk372/s4239/Groovin1972-03p15.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4239" data-original-width="3250" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk66Yth4J4Y4ZtCO_ZdGeIr0fXiX2JxAiOuE1MWIqlisfDn6Vvz-iiytbpuS3eUdIrqbdU5vGZ2ZaButUOi2xDrimHQJjWLZhQC0cR5l_2GX2XN4TnFDGXkqqSpVMm5hug1_bKKQybFv5_keKDxf8-NBthuk2WmQ58lklLSg-NG-p3JduBCOnbk372/w490-h640/Groovin1972-03p15.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><p> How bout some fashion. Ophelia Dudley's crochet creations. Kitsch or sexy? I can't lie, miss Rene here wears it well.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jfaJiibuhjsrmxp5-_FpfWblAbqH3d8lFXw63q6EJ59LBUfZbvKuC-RmLwx5jiwG1T1dfQhAGBJpvvdQGgBtTuLqhrQkqnH1TjuPeNifz26YMds3UclQIjPHhEKAP2CHJ77Wc4VNnVjM0xwD2qriSlZmfCXz9BzbaJVYnpzxERFW9pFCjcOLsPw0/s2172/Groovin1972-03p16.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2172" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jfaJiibuhjsrmxp5-_FpfWblAbqH3d8lFXw63q6EJ59LBUfZbvKuC-RmLwx5jiwG1T1dfQhAGBJpvvdQGgBtTuLqhrQkqnH1TjuPeNifz26YMds3UclQIjPHhEKAP2CHJ77Wc4VNnVjM0xwD2qriSlZmfCXz9BzbaJVYnpzxERFW9pFCjcOLsPw0/w490-h640/Groovin1972-03p16.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij7ZPurspmlPTLUZBzVUmX-_YJJjljUcj0sPM4GQw-7rIVr3FbS_xi8d6Hq2D6_ww3HC4XVwkJbnfSp0K375sb_CS6UWR49DRvrezu0hB5jeWjy4j1M8DXxm9mHn91-0tRE_D3N3v_minj4dYszJad3Z0kbEGi6mPsyHgIkoGdMztxgaDTkvZ7o-_H/s2187/Groovin1972-03p19.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2187" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij7ZPurspmlPTLUZBzVUmX-_YJJjljUcj0sPM4GQw-7rIVr3FbS_xi8d6Hq2D6_ww3HC4XVwkJbnfSp0K375sb_CS6UWR49DRvrezu0hB5jeWjy4j1M8DXxm9mHn91-0tRE_D3N3v_minj4dYszJad3Z0kbEGi6mPsyHgIkoGdMztxgaDTkvZ7o-_H/w488-h640/Groovin1972-03p19.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGB9ATcTBO44llPIx3baAAntScZf2upqC8Fri7ItX05-5zQKYUEi0RgRlK52M2-u30lK84BCPkv3pmgRDlw459hanx_MSuCRPQ0E57xC8Rgj9hUPp9GZMrzdaEmsfJo4w8XKlVXCjbMDmdu1zQ1U5RY5iSRgojbWlx_mf9Z9ALDIL5MN5BCOhzIFZ/s2205/Groovin1972-03p21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2205" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGB9ATcTBO44llPIx3baAAntScZf2upqC8Fri7ItX05-5zQKYUEi0RgRlK52M2-u30lK84BCPkv3pmgRDlw459hanx_MSuCRPQ0E57xC8Rgj9hUPp9GZMrzdaEmsfJo4w8XKlVXCjbMDmdu1zQ1U5RY5iSRgojbWlx_mf9Z9ALDIL5MN5BCOhzIFZ/w484-h640/Groovin1972-03p21.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><p></p><p>Profile of Billy Preston</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip_jzomJZhB53ehQyTzURDv_q7Fcug5ET_1BsCXG-RK9tB5k7a8ncgxYyyi6lDucLbO53f_2iB8NhZACqr8fIQIBOzumPpWtM6dJwDHCsttJW4P77iE6wuuSuj4YQInoc9vzkgHXb4GUq0Azyy4yTQFUerGsZkQgTd7DJkPmUyFomnFwE16puMFt1_/s4217/Groovin1972-03p31.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4217" data-original-width="3208" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip_jzomJZhB53ehQyTzURDv_q7Fcug5ET_1BsCXG-RK9tB5k7a8ncgxYyyi6lDucLbO53f_2iB8NhZACqr8fIQIBOzumPpWtM6dJwDHCsttJW4P77iE6wuuSuj4YQInoc9vzkgHXb4GUq0Azyy4yTQFUerGsZkQgTd7DJkPmUyFomnFwE16puMFt1_/w486-h640/Groovin1972-03p31.jpg" width="486" /></a></div><p>But we've come to no doubt the article in the magazine that attracted my attention off of eBay featuring Grant Green, jazz giant. If you don't know, now you now. The article mentions the popularity of newest single "Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is" 😟 Early 70s takes on pop tunes by even the best jazz artists of the day are a real roll of the dice, but let's go ahead and toss them bones -</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/xWD9CeyJvlY" width="320" youtube-src-id="xWD9CeyJvlY"></iframe></div><p>Not bad once Grant takes over/</p><p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grant_Green" target="_blank">Grant Green</a>'s first recordings were with Jimmy Forrest and Elvin Jones, a drummer who Green would record with a number of times. The ever soulful ever funky Lou Donaldson hired him out of a bar in St. Louis for a touring band and very quickly knew he wanted to use Green in the studio. </p><p>I didn't realize this but I'm not surprised - the wiki says Green made more appearances between 1961 and 1965 on Blue Note than any other musician. Green could play a ballad, man, could he play a ballad, but he could bring the blues, the gospel, the bebop, the boogie woogie - whatever the situation called for. Sadly, he fell prey to heroin later in the 60s and his career suffered for it. But in 1970, he came back with the funk in Green is Beautiful, a commercial album but with charms, and then more funk with his soundtrack for The Final Comedown.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/B3entIVDG88" width="320" youtube-src-id="B3entIVDG88"></iframe></div> <p></p><p>Which probably brings us up about to the time of our ish. The article. Green takes stock of where he's been and where he's going (some would call him the father of acid jazz even if I prefer his early 60s work), the role of his wife and manager, gives props to Wes Montgomery, and talks about crossing over.<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL5p8g6d-xG4_Rx4dxw64ZtV05bxpKfiTt4ue9Z3_riH1--TLGpL9J2zXP7fcWkBZO0Al-39H-Q_zE157WSZT7quRNSU9SBzS85JrCRaX5IT-DIt3TExDUlLGDccAw_9bj-fQBXWckCqV75MItj88F6On61T3nl3UpS3jUpLHMVsHlI39KeF4vi34b/s4230/Groovin1972-03p32.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4230" data-original-width="3120" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL5p8g6d-xG4_Rx4dxw64ZtV05bxpKfiTt4ue9Z3_riH1--TLGpL9J2zXP7fcWkBZO0Al-39H-Q_zE157WSZT7quRNSU9SBzS85JrCRaX5IT-DIt3TExDUlLGDccAw_9bj-fQBXWckCqV75MItj88F6On61T3nl3UpS3jUpLHMVsHlI39KeF4vi34b/w472-h640/Groovin1972-03p32.jpg" width="472" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibcpyOMLLvGP-jHQ4RuaQDe23Kpu3ono4FQp7scg7EXbkd1GkOTNy8fleRdNSUFWf0Z8n4ukQdP0KAi7a5EV9C6YvkwqoXAaAZ0Co4WZBxrf-IFXoNcNXXf4LQFjbOeMutuoslMVZnwbx_qQ87IPCz0T6IB4X9yAyWEFxZixJSZnztg_iPrKmetRwN/s2191/Groovin1972-03p33.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2191" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibcpyOMLLvGP-jHQ4RuaQDe23Kpu3ono4FQp7scg7EXbkd1GkOTNy8fleRdNSUFWf0Z8n4ukQdP0KAi7a5EV9C6YvkwqoXAaAZ0Co4WZBxrf-IFXoNcNXXf4LQFjbOeMutuoslMVZnwbx_qQ87IPCz0T6IB4X9yAyWEFxZixJSZnztg_iPrKmetRwN/w486-h640/Groovin1972-03p33.jpg" width="486" /></a></div></div> <p></p><p>I better leave one more tune in celebration, a late night ballad with Lou, this is the cream - <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/PPqFBbXQDQs" width="320" youtube-src-id="PPqFBbXQDQs"></iframe></div> <p></p><p>What shall we eat? Papa's a vegetarian these days, no reason for that bacon in my greens, people. MMM greens. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCY63TViTwZc-xmZGSHQpQmnLXPmK3UVpPvG4E90tpwfm3L3DOe2bm_xmdrs5pk2I-tt3he5slmGdEE6LZLTLdIyF2OIKawSlQZ_mcnAGyyfxq3LlSWDAzFpZvdstwHdlCnXcbCbOS6V_hfwgBO4wvyaNFLvcFa78IVKfm-PaLeqQ29fJzCq2j51Ry/s3332/Groovin1972-03p34-35.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2220" data-original-width="3332" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCY63TViTwZc-xmZGSHQpQmnLXPmK3UVpPvG4E90tpwfm3L3DOe2bm_xmdrs5pk2I-tt3he5slmGdEE6LZLTLdIyF2OIKawSlQZ_mcnAGyyfxq3LlSWDAzFpZvdstwHdlCnXcbCbOS6V_hfwgBO4wvyaNFLvcFa78IVKfm-PaLeqQ29fJzCq2j51Ry/w640-h426/Groovin1972-03p34-35.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>An unexpected bit of comics within. A witch doctor exiled from his tribe rubs an ancient ruby and becomes Super Spade, scourge of Castro and the KKK alike. By Elaine Taylor</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKmZk8b8qabtT2JY22dI0Foflxa7lXtdDBtT4Z7kN_iwpLtz9dJHu7QEvd9zJXjACpLXbdEqTJEi5MwcgBMrYMUQHqWBjd6r6xHaqcF7lKDdmoGval6RQeaB4GKSAISQre9faiwUTVA8zPuMNPuD9xeYj6ec5X-42ttow9O3s7es4W2P9ZnW2XltFW/s2166/Groovin1972-03p41.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2166" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKmZk8b8qabtT2JY22dI0Foflxa7lXtdDBtT4Z7kN_iwpLtz9dJHu7QEvd9zJXjACpLXbdEqTJEi5MwcgBMrYMUQHqWBjd6r6xHaqcF7lKDdmoGval6RQeaB4GKSAISQre9faiwUTVA8zPuMNPuD9xeYj6ec5X-42ttow9O3s7es4W2P9ZnW2XltFW/w492-h640/Groovin1972-03p41.jpg" width="492" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilCyoLmK6xYMOlLEOBz9EwUmdME0oqmH2oDD9GRMXuGon6i7j_Xlgll7AwLdKbxZCwzIwjn0RHCOOibH5y5-nJYzPGV4BTTsSc1zif9Pv4etJGUSDVDJrY4ZI9u3Bw9V7UTZxUdZg-f_JABYtKrU0XHSSWG0z5eA1UZWlz-qd6E1QLkgNgvS4sBu5h/s2170/Groovin1972-03p42.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2170" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilCyoLmK6xYMOlLEOBz9EwUmdME0oqmH2oDD9GRMXuGon6i7j_Xlgll7AwLdKbxZCwzIwjn0RHCOOibH5y5-nJYzPGV4BTTsSc1zif9Pv4etJGUSDVDJrY4ZI9u3Bw9V7UTZxUdZg-f_JABYtKrU0XHSSWG0z5eA1UZWlz-qd6E1QLkgNgvS4sBu5h/w492-h640/Groovin1972-03p42.jpg" width="492" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5K8wJbQ_av9iKtMSWQ3YrmoeusxsO4qeUgckJDX5cMSFeqAeMk4kXxhg1VKHE7dw2zUcsISd-3WswBbi8bb-gyjrsoNiAFyKsd6M0v3D8f8rvJ3fmoxl3-JrKWWer1KxWe73ldSXq95FlQMaDDQqr3BAAs9MIZF8KQqi33SizNp6LFmPxnJM6LHW/s2163/Groovin1972-03p43.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2163" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5K8wJbQ_av9iKtMSWQ3YrmoeusxsO4qeUgckJDX5cMSFeqAeMk4kXxhg1VKHE7dw2zUcsISd-3WswBbi8bb-gyjrsoNiAFyKsd6M0v3D8f8rvJ3fmoxl3-JrKWWer1KxWe73ldSXq95FlQMaDDQqr3BAAs9MIZF8KQqi33SizNp6LFmPxnJM6LHW/w492-h640/Groovin1972-03p43.jpg" width="492" /></a></div><p></p><p>I wonder if Super Spade ever got that meeting with the Prez...</p><p>What a wild magazine. Downmarket, sure. Mom and Pop production, yeah. But as a time capsule of early 70s black and LA culture and an example of black journalists interviewing the figures of the day, it's insightful and charming. Keeping an eye out for more issues -</p><p>Lastly, the back cover, Sooooooooooooooooul Train! Saturday, Channel 11, 2:00 PM. Get down.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0aVlwc-Vli-kFJK41IVIp4LEL3miANN7l1wzchINnW3cS7EDvCcg0G4qanFy8t-b4tsjX5yIXMqvCbIMBqfmk3xASV1iI1CxxNVFDXq7qe-OnpL4biQ1oUjJRO2oIyhj0rwCRFC1NX0MTVVZBLyzuw34hxXVi-Ts0j8dyrljLwN_jJ_dwxidobJk/s2172/Groovin1972-03p48.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2172" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0aVlwc-Vli-kFJK41IVIp4LEL3miANN7l1wzchINnW3cS7EDvCcg0G4qanFy8t-b4tsjX5yIXMqvCbIMBqfmk3xASV1iI1CxxNVFDXq7qe-OnpL4biQ1oUjJRO2oIyhj0rwCRFC1NX0MTVVZBLyzuw34hxXVi-Ts0j8dyrljLwN_jJ_dwxidobJk/w490-h640/Groovin1972-03p48.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><p></p><p><br /></p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-22507758789388847282023-04-24T10:11:00.012-07:002023-04-25T13:50:00.739-07:00Discoscene, July 1968<p>A Monday morning edition of Darwin Scans - Twas a nice weekend with much scanwork and yardwork along with at least a little bit of maxing and relaxing. I've been stacking up mags to post here, new and old, as I'm getting them up to the Internet Archive. I can tell already it's gonna take a while, but it's been a great opportunity to take a second look at some of the mags and the scan work. </p><p>Here is a fun music magazine from the 60s up for our enjoyment and perusal today, a Tiny Tim covered edition of Discoscene with the usual absolutely excellent edit from McCoy.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidyV-qCe8G_XfnX1cpaGBgS7pHjo7Jy4cXMhD1ManSWZVI0omeH_nyRjfSLL_SQPOOzCvxJME1byz2OOKyXyAtk9jZ-HSQC61C5D4rvyu7GjwwIxOU1HFaEhbdLzoDTZnfga07RQ5QsRFEgn7_egtF_y2432SXYLFz5JstTl-m894pDa1Nz6tgPFN4/s2153/Discoscene1968-07p01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2153" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidyV-qCe8G_XfnX1cpaGBgS7pHjo7Jy4cXMhD1ManSWZVI0omeH_nyRjfSLL_SQPOOzCvxJME1byz2OOKyXyAtk9jZ-HSQC61C5D4rvyu7GjwwIxOU1HFaEhbdLzoDTZnfga07RQ5QsRFEgn7_egtF_y2432SXYLFz5JstTl-m894pDa1Nz6tgPFN4/w496-h640/Discoscene1968-07p01.jpg" width="496" /></a></div><p> Tiny Tim, what a freak. </p><p> High res scan with joined pages - <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/qzotx32a471y0ry/Discoscene_%25281968-07.Discoscene%2529%2528D%2526M%2529.cbr/file" target="_blank">Discoscene (1968-07.Discoscene)(D&M).cbr</a><br /></p><p> or you can view the issue at the IA <a href="https://archive.org/details/discoscene-1968-07.-discoscene-d-m-ia" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /></p><p>Discoscene is a bit of an oddity, as figuring out issue numbers and such is a little tricky. The production is top notch, though that may apparently vary according to the printing. The <a href="https://www.afka.net/Mags/Discoscene.htm" target="_blank">Zappa Books page on the magazine</a> (and leave it to Zappa fans to do such a nice job cataloging his appearance in the mag) takes from eBay that:</p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: justify;"><i>Discoscene</i> was a monthly magazine published approximately 1966-1969. In October 1968 the magazine was renamed to<i> [disco]Scene II</i>. The magazine had regional variants and was printed with different names for radio stations in different cities.<br />Some of the original <i>Discoscene</i> magazines came with a Pepsi flexidisc.<br /><i>Discoscene</i>
did not have wide distribution. Thus, any issues are now few and far
between. Even though printed on a much higher quality paper than your
average fan mag, surviving magazines are extremely rare and even weak
issues are much sought after by serious collectors.</p><p>There's a ton of musical history in just this single issue of Discoscene. Music mags can be mostly commercial tripe but not Discoscene. And even the commercial music mags have a ton to offer in terms of the history of American music. We tend to forget about so much or never really notice the real magic when it's happening because the whole business of hype and promotion can get in the way of the music. <br /></p><p> Contents</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUkg5Mojt0zr35tym2dphKLG-wX5wzFH2PuQOGtwffb2xbj8klwci9ET--MANhroEdPQYkAGEE3-g0mXka35FisL61WH8mA7KJN3wgHeqes_NA-EDBmAwmH6xBRzDBKqQrCJ_8YhmFg5Aiiv2w5BPDy5JoBN7lcm_sRILOncmnamRmd4kXM6O0BqQ/s2161/Discoscene1968-07p03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2161" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUkg5Mojt0zr35tym2dphKLG-wX5wzFH2PuQOGtwffb2xbj8klwci9ET--MANhroEdPQYkAGEE3-g0mXka35FisL61WH8mA7KJN3wgHeqes_NA-EDBmAwmH6xBRzDBKqQrCJ_8YhmFg5Aiiv2w5BPDy5JoBN7lcm_sRILOncmnamRmd4kXM6O0BqQ/w494-h640/Discoscene1968-07p03.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><p></p><p>You could purchase this issue at the stores below 😁<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1a0cy2dnPHRH5O23wDA5QVk3bZqIKLSMWTnqzqB5GmlGmsAOzsGjegAkAM21Z8r7tmMoF6ZdoC7xywFneyc9-cZ_aN9CiPArUENFcDIo0rY7i4pAa9S6Jk1V_T_ULipYzAmc3LPPJVHJI__gwqaUYJhvmKuWEkKHGh_sKD0nVvNljulKMUkoaMgat/s2176/Discoscene1968-07p05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2176" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1a0cy2dnPHRH5O23wDA5QVk3bZqIKLSMWTnqzqB5GmlGmsAOzsGjegAkAM21Z8r7tmMoF6ZdoC7xywFneyc9-cZ_aN9CiPArUENFcDIo0rY7i4pAa9S6Jk1V_T_ULipYzAmc3LPPJVHJI__gwqaUYJhvmKuWEkKHGh_sKD0nVvNljulKMUkoaMgat/w490-h640/Discoscene1968-07p05.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><p></p><p>The Evolution of Richie Havens</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXcIqjIOFzRb72gXzhTEPXreptl30YMDqqFIBtzKMFXTEQL8ktKfNfz6DlAJCkJmgqbHRfx_KuBG2v2GzvrHvstr-vlB5TId5i1Wi-dMtEpFCzljRlDdA_KootwvQLMvPiVyHoI1q9wyw6dPlHq8esX4z_5r1lQozBCRJCryCUSZVAVGb0nyKJUKH/s3332/Discoscene1968-07p12-13.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2189" data-original-width="3332" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXcIqjIOFzRb72gXzhTEPXreptl30YMDqqFIBtzKMFXTEQL8ktKfNfz6DlAJCkJmgqbHRfx_KuBG2v2GzvrHvstr-vlB5TId5i1Wi-dMtEpFCzljRlDdA_KootwvQLMvPiVyHoI1q9wyw6dPlHq8esX4z_5r1lQozBCRJCryCUSZVAVGb0nyKJUKH/w640-h420/Discoscene1968-07p12-13.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Discoscene of_____________ / Subscription Card. Leave this stuff in your mags when you scan them in the place you found it. It's a part of the magazine, and they often have some fun content. There are all sorts of clues on cards and inserts about publishers, distribution, etc., too. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEiNKrEas8VBGSyQXUdUDb7mD-_JAzyZvgbAs_kHVdfiAHxg0sdTgkGRVsTYp9_yqel86Ii3r5uvS1ZrRCkGaQecs6Jq5oRcMW6pCpzsyOvVKcB90GBrpnc5nbf2iuT0cCxYMDV8pbAqoqXFUjCCzWddZst4mNJ9eNTK1XSxyfRibKPD6UI_H5CxG/s1842/Discoscene1968-07p19.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1163" data-original-width="1842" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEiNKrEas8VBGSyQXUdUDb7mD-_JAzyZvgbAs_kHVdfiAHxg0sdTgkGRVsTYp9_yqel86Ii3r5uvS1ZrRCkGaQecs6Jq5oRcMW6pCpzsyOvVKcB90GBrpnc5nbf2iuT0cCxYMDV8pbAqoqXFUjCCzWddZst4mNJ9eNTK1XSxyfRibKPD6UI_H5CxG/w400-h253/Discoscene1968-07p19.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJshHfTxe52UPlmq8SqeK_bVYYUgNPYthRFlq8UUQtoR3EfHl591sqCZKik4XnoP5MOTBsr94-KIMrmc1yIIMEAdhNUXFqScx_XBplzfrC2YlBsrugWOPcUQqpomrEYT_Ay_mJlEUMhzkfgTLk_rVEg1chIMydRtJalZ2cikiLuvsKCtTxqBUj_z44/s1844/Discoscene1968-07p20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1184" data-original-width="1844" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJshHfTxe52UPlmq8SqeK_bVYYUgNPYthRFlq8UUQtoR3EfHl591sqCZKik4XnoP5MOTBsr94-KIMrmc1yIIMEAdhNUXFqScx_XBplzfrC2YlBsrugWOPcUQqpomrEYT_Ay_mJlEUMhzkfgTLk_rVEg1chIMydRtJalZ2cikiLuvsKCtTxqBUj_z44/w400-h256/Discoscene1968-07p20.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>Joe Tex beats James Brown in a Soul King Battle? Incomprehensible.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCgLxgLt28F5DpIIdcWHs1fYrYrndCgPEsESLASIkGKY-l4h4WCosBBDD_wJxL2-vh9KVXNMdxX4ys7UwVKUAILAnn1FahWRGPfV51t7tisUebH-ad3EXnYCmo0UkU8ppsUbekXXptv7wJW5cWOn5clta9MHMqovDW_CXLMlz35DWL4vIiT8-AoWau/s2181/Discoscene1968-07p24.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2181" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCgLxgLt28F5DpIIdcWHs1fYrYrndCgPEsESLASIkGKY-l4h4WCosBBDD_wJxL2-vh9KVXNMdxX4ys7UwVKUAILAnn1FahWRGPfV51t7tisUebH-ad3EXnYCmo0UkU8ppsUbekXXptv7wJW5cWOn5clta9MHMqovDW_CXLMlz35DWL4vIiT8-AoWau/w488-h640/Discoscene1968-07p24.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><p>I'll bump some Joe while I type just to see if he can really step to the Godfather. Let's try Papa Was Too</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3oQdfZVMkYI" width="320" youtube-src-id="3oQdfZVMkYI"></iframe></div><p></p><p>Yeah, baby, grooving, some nice breaks in there.</p><p>I know I'm gonna wanna spin one off that, though that North MS drone might space me out -<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/y1fOQsfQydY" width="320" youtube-src-id="y1fOQsfQydY"></iframe></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiySHOdZPkc9cjhiJ17gsT8KVt-kfyTuGbfAYAL0UkhzDxFcjp6kXMk4FO5-rK8FFnCuQD-1g3KkHhEjKRQfhmB7L9V3VVb1LejKLrZHQToneArsLmzvTVjm3wSsmW0XCJRTqn3VbpFaOx8ZFJdTczWCmkT-1xYBCg-x5nnrRI7Y750220g2mRYK0Kd/s989/Discoscene1968-07p35.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="930" data-original-width="989" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiySHOdZPkc9cjhiJ17gsT8KVt-kfyTuGbfAYAL0UkhzDxFcjp6kXMk4FO5-rK8FFnCuQD-1g3KkHhEjKRQfhmB7L9V3VVb1LejKLrZHQToneArsLmzvTVjm3wSsmW0XCJRTqn3VbpFaOx8ZFJdTczWCmkT-1xYBCg-x5nnrRI7Y750220g2mRYK0Kd/w400-h376/Discoscene1968-07p35.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><p></p><p>The Electric Prune</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHB-COk21QUpd27Jhu40THZDr96kQmJdbpQdpz1hH8IYR_4BUMzzmyAcm0mw-GCIOsAYrKlR5phCDzLFgyq_pOgq_aspGkg2_T6LbAT0YvAJ0CCnq9VlH6EfCyJMTfsEAzHJM6h0YN92tYYXnRAilGiqEK-6ttPoLA52Fj8Mmq8ij5TDZJ55u5P6Ow/s2200/Discoscene1968-07p40.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2200" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHB-COk21QUpd27Jhu40THZDr96kQmJdbpQdpz1hH8IYR_4BUMzzmyAcm0mw-GCIOsAYrKlR5phCDzLFgyq_pOgq_aspGkg2_T6LbAT0YvAJ0CCnq9VlH6EfCyJMTfsEAzHJM6h0YN92tYYXnRAilGiqEK-6ttPoLA52Fj8Mmq8ij5TDZJ55u5P6Ow/w484-h640/Discoscene1968-07p40.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><p></p><p>Fashion, stripes and polka dots, brave. Oh, sixties </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinP3IdlBBTCB2fLDOqPrF-IDQb8iXT617C9U1y_tpJe8abe4uEywS5kh2KgLhV7gvE7JVINy9QBSDlVgc-0DS1PeeNsUAM9iMKR9MH_Vz2pgFO6jCl1LObJ_d6RhzOhQa_Zq5-jwhzCXiZz9sy_8sCxEqqzogBzcYdGceEoOfQVCHU0COi3XGU3XcQ/s2198/Discoscene1968-07p42.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2198" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinP3IdlBBTCB2fLDOqPrF-IDQb8iXT617C9U1y_tpJe8abe4uEywS5kh2KgLhV7gvE7JVINy9QBSDlVgc-0DS1PeeNsUAM9iMKR9MH_Vz2pgFO6jCl1LObJ_d6RhzOhQa_Zq5-jwhzCXiZz9sy_8sCxEqqzogBzcYdGceEoOfQVCHU0COi3XGU3XcQ/w486-h640/Discoscene1968-07p42.jpg" width="486" /></a></div><p></p><p>A few gag pages in here like Help! or other humor mags of the era</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhjzusD-_Z8TjWIHowe7kCV-_PJVlHZFP-oLpwxFlf6Q_bkAFdIX1KbsugtLFSDHU2WV8dDYV6ZJSy_NhCws8MtjwNsOXRz2aVXrfYLZ33dkSklAEg22ea4nNhefgYK1hWmcCnJiDXUBMxWB-L7dNeAfInLvtKZgWefSiyEC4PAnuwAgyh8ZA5L4wx/s2146/Discoscene1968-07p46.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2146" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhjzusD-_Z8TjWIHowe7kCV-_PJVlHZFP-oLpwxFlf6Q_bkAFdIX1KbsugtLFSDHU2WV8dDYV6ZJSy_NhCws8MtjwNsOXRz2aVXrfYLZ33dkSklAEg22ea4nNhefgYK1hWmcCnJiDXUBMxWB-L7dNeAfInLvtKZgWefSiyEC4PAnuwAgyh8ZA5L4wx/w496-h640/Discoscene1968-07p46.jpg" width="496" /></a></div><p> Didn't quite expect to see Glen Campbell in here</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimoigOwT7SOZnRSF2TqBLWzo1ruX-eBoOHcgeMtUGK_wEeuWJQopByQQIZ5g8ab2gHqw304OHV2cwchJ6uHk1jkDatARAYgpAZGu7K1VgUVkRi1zVnhRp5LoJVLgBHC_gu4XixpAMIuaM_Y1qMPop7NB35XKUHwBWzyneGYAcFJFIsd-KOLLbhlh29/s3332/Discoscene1968-07p48-49.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2130" data-original-width="3332" height="410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimoigOwT7SOZnRSF2TqBLWzo1ruX-eBoOHcgeMtUGK_wEeuWJQopByQQIZ5g8ab2gHqw304OHV2cwchJ6uHk1jkDatARAYgpAZGu7K1VgUVkRi1zVnhRp5LoJVLgBHC_gu4XixpAMIuaM_Y1qMPop7NB35XKUHwBWzyneGYAcFJFIsd-KOLLbhlh29/w640-h410/Discoscene1968-07p48-49.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Earth Opera</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVmVXE7ldOFjw9FILrzXhvqLOSYgCzJVJMMrt4pMtlbH3V3h5Ce-GKcDIN--zwboXk0dmSdtL5qm4G_I0myqvzDKP3baSCLCh4kQxWjoUhxCoduJ0KvMSDNioTcdGzKxWlMq4xOsO1Yx9fP2M0iS8zzO61CkYL_5Aa3_W6JEbraHks5j5mCQtQEK5c/s2155/Discoscene1968-07p56.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2155" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVmVXE7ldOFjw9FILrzXhvqLOSYgCzJVJMMrt4pMtlbH3V3h5Ce-GKcDIN--zwboXk0dmSdtL5qm4G_I0myqvzDKP3baSCLCh4kQxWjoUhxCoduJ0KvMSDNioTcdGzKxWlMq4xOsO1Yx9fP2M0iS8zzO61CkYL_5Aa3_W6JEbraHks5j5mCQtQEK5c/w494-h640/Discoscene1968-07p56.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><p></p><p>Another card, survey info in exchange for a 45. Old school magazine and music marketing.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOiCaMY7oaxcplqNI93OgW1anJkvAX2c2LAOBTgEYoZF8revvK3R3a1wyYtUx7o90fWudOpGktmoAvbwavlAHoG6sjAsWasA_LJq9klRN9Jk1LWFp336-fYGWS3wSlIxAiCw9GGGfs1cfRdF8I0GtyCn25pADQEO4NHNB_y1nmK_nL4z2Z0njT7Fr7/s1850/Discoscene1968-07p53.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1216" data-original-width="1850" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOiCaMY7oaxcplqNI93OgW1anJkvAX2c2LAOBTgEYoZF8revvK3R3a1wyYtUx7o90fWudOpGktmoAvbwavlAHoG6sjAsWasA_LJq9klRN9Jk1LWFp336-fYGWS3wSlIxAiCw9GGGfs1cfRdF8I0GtyCn25pADQEO4NHNB_y1nmK_nL4z2Z0njT7Fr7/w400-h263/Discoscene1968-07p53.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu-9hzA-C420EBwpHQYJoQSz28zUnbhkm31UTBaQFjORye4VJUbnBLQtF85a54M94UdhHAo1pq81PypbKVog7GgEtnUTQnb9tsfU1Vygq9KD5gJR-Xz6QNdGAUtuPUVb2ZBzdvY2LT1upO2M50NJPQVIbDfDgLMsfTFLPsjZheW510GZTkp-gERvgl/s1847/Discoscene1968-07p54.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1847" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu-9hzA-C420EBwpHQYJoQSz28zUnbhkm31UTBaQFjORye4VJUbnBLQtF85a54M94UdhHAo1pq81PypbKVog7GgEtnUTQnb9tsfU1Vygq9KD5gJR-Xz6QNdGAUtuPUVb2ZBzdvY2LT1upO2M50NJPQVIbDfDgLMsfTFLPsjZheW510GZTkp-gERvgl/w400-h260/Discoscene1968-07p54.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>Contemporaneous review of Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeY89mD1MCR2ZUph-buIWwrA4oB_KsLgIzN6OeyXEUPqMGg-d3RyeIsEAzRAAe_Ao78iKgvTTTM4BpAHsM9ZY8ssbGKkg6JmEVBX1l1YROXzEzgLwFKDW8rX0gdwmuvFngxJA4NP3S368mEDJqeUTPSiUABL2MpLwHQapWnjRR7xzpoa3QXttOncxl/s2145/Discoscene1968-07p57.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2145" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeY89mD1MCR2ZUph-buIWwrA4oB_KsLgIzN6OeyXEUPqMGg-d3RyeIsEAzRAAe_Ao78iKgvTTTM4BpAHsM9ZY8ssbGKkg6JmEVBX1l1YROXzEzgLwFKDW8rX0gdwmuvFngxJA4NP3S368mEDJqeUTPSiUABL2MpLwHQapWnjRR7xzpoa3QXttOncxl/w498-h640/Discoscene1968-07p57.jpg" width="498" /></a></div><p></p><p>Blue Cheer, let's go with the full article for this one</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUh5uCqrtL1Y7WkIgdUY28CZX4175zqCVfHblrujCu2dltq-8hlhC3YNQ5N9qdd-sKFLfas69F0o9R_DBfVQYdYJekXVYOvhhiZic2deBJ1hJBhplu_9c7lM5XizkL7WBe_h5AAwB-nwE0PBHfDrvElcrRW-nrNdd9EvL8ud8gnIvIFfl379YAGPma/s1523/Discoscene1968-07p69.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1087" data-original-width="1523" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUh5uCqrtL1Y7WkIgdUY28CZX4175zqCVfHblrujCu2dltq-8hlhC3YNQ5N9qdd-sKFLfas69F0o9R_DBfVQYdYJekXVYOvhhiZic2deBJ1hJBhplu_9c7lM5XizkL7WBe_h5AAwB-nwE0PBHfDrvElcrRW-nrNdd9EvL8ud8gnIvIFfl379YAGPma/s320/Discoscene1968-07p69.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Really a great ish. I'll keep a look out for other Discoscene scans or issues! You might see a disproportionate number of music mags represented on the blog, as I seem to like looking at these, typing and playing tunes...</p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-19818853670322742002023-04-23T10:22:00.006-07:002023-04-23T10:29:32.252-07:00Satire v01n02, January 1936 (My Gawd! Not Another Movie Magazine)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdtS5nWE1OlF497fMtbEMXpwYX92714jLcI5E48OhvOROIwYZEhhtOySWUK9yhmNPGi20t2yMVWTiPta6o0Gzznozd_Gx7iTp-BmXtPkvtZcZzLnqoTgG_9c616B7ks_OK1Vmfg03tUSXLMO9TR2scCYXiw_TaYgbuqc_agumFhUMvizfUaV7p-vf6/s1024/Satire1936-01p000aMissing.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="766" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdtS5nWE1OlF497fMtbEMXpwYX92714jLcI5E48OhvOROIwYZEhhtOySWUK9yhmNPGi20t2yMVWTiPta6o0Gzznozd_Gx7iTp-BmXtPkvtZcZzLnqoTgG_9c616B7ks_OK1Vmfg03tUSXLMO9TR2scCYXiw_TaYgbuqc_agumFhUMvizfUaV7p-vf6/w478-h640/Satire1936-01p000aMissing.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><p></p><p>Scanned for us by request via Scott Saveedra from the comments of <a href="http://darwinscans.blogspot.com/2023/03/satire-v01n01-dizzy-detective-magazine.html" target="_blank">the first issue I posted recently</a>, today we have the second issue of the unique and short-lived Satire magazine from January of 1936.</p><p>You can find a copy of the full high res scan here: <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file_premium/9n0x8gt8s3ucol6/Satire_v01n02_1936-01.Satire_%2528My_Gawd%2521_Another_Movie_Magazine%2529_%2528-cvrs%2529_%2528SS-Nation%2529.cbr/file">Satire v01n02 1936-01.Satire (My Gawd! Another Movie Magazine) (-cvrs) (SS-Nation).cbr</a> </p><p>or you can view online or download alternate formats at the Internet Archive <a href="https://archive.org/details/satire-v-01n-02-1936-01.-satire-my-gawd-another-movie-magazine-cvrs-ss-nation-ia" target="_blank">here</a>. </p><p>This is the first time someone has answered my shout out for a magazine scan on Darwination Scans, so huge kudos to Scott for sending me the raw scans of his copy of this rare magazine. It was a coverless (though very nice) copy, so I've used the best available images gathered from the web for placeholder images for the cover pages. This is a common strategy you have to have for scarcer magazines, as coverless copies are often the only ones us lowly scanners can get our hands on. Ideally, I'll get my hands on a high resolution scan of a good copy for a proper restoration front cover upgrade in the future, but the low resolution cover images serve the purpose in the meantime. Scott's scanner has given me envy, the Plustek Opticbook Pro A320L, as the quality of the scans is most excellent.<br /></p><p>While the first issue of Satire spoofed detective magazines, this issue sets its sights on Hollywood. And if you can't tell from the cover, everybody knows, sex sells! There's a lot of women in bathtubs and bathing suits throughout the magazine 😂<br /></p><p>The contents, an arresting photo:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjqq6gAxyewhtD5LFQZqg8YSHYggNzS4h0VGkn7krZoNyjKKLiETXjC818ClC1VifUPpiexjLSyg0PfoAdCKCwqvV05TZLFjpX2S5o3N7oyRbsLtM4fgDSkErr9kMwOtcIgayIV_nKbxI4J9Wi08H2yk_-RlJAay71_JhN-bnhLipwOK7kImIjDy_B/s3372/Satire1936-01p002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3372" data-original-width="2314" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjqq6gAxyewhtD5LFQZqg8YSHYggNzS4h0VGkn7krZoNyjKKLiETXjC818ClC1VifUPpiexjLSyg0PfoAdCKCwqvV05TZLFjpX2S5o3N7oyRbsLtM4fgDSkErr9kMwOtcIgayIV_nKbxI4J9Wi08H2yk_-RlJAay71_JhN-bnhLipwOK7kImIjDy_B/w440-h640/Satire1936-01p002.jpg" width="440" /></a></div><p>The fun thing about about a satire magazine is you can make fun of trends but cash in on them at the same time, here the mag pokes at wildly popular funny man, W.C. Fields.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNb0bUfjD9nm4YBbEfQi1LU2dur51bFYp2ZvhyBRltOsMrxxcccXYA6SOkAkQbLY2iJIjyoYB29BOo7MwdwAl-lk2bO8tFqZATE2fKbjxCxIERarfO4Q6B7K2gKk-v0LkbQAkKTWqPdHH4KUhBJiwyLB03Qtx853jhCgxQ_kaGRV6P35GjGg-bGSCV/s3340/Satire1936-01p003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3340" data-original-width="2261" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNb0bUfjD9nm4YBbEfQi1LU2dur51bFYp2ZvhyBRltOsMrxxcccXYA6SOkAkQbLY2iJIjyoYB29BOo7MwdwAl-lk2bO8tFqZATE2fKbjxCxIERarfO4Q6B7K2gKk-v0LkbQAkKTWqPdHH4KUhBJiwyLB03Qtx853jhCgxQ_kaGRV6P35GjGg-bGSCV/w434-h640/Satire1936-01p003.jpg" width="434" /></a></div>As thrilling as a well-kept grave. I'll take the same. Ha.<p></p><p>Scanning with an A3 allows for single scans of natural two page spreads. As long as you get the pages flat, you get a very nice result, and the natural joins look great. The struggles of the rich and famous, how do they ever manage? Roughing It on 30 Grand a Week, by Rogers Peet St. John <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJmVbgjGGA1uzmOoEptP-FS5PvMTxr7nOTanwQmAw1hpXhwoyRcsrkKg1GL3KFJvH1__7Tesh6gYGdsZm_BghpbsfN5khg5NqntS8Ko-xUgDR-2946lbNCMaDKZq7446Z1IrQt_YNeUE2pLD6uPI6uZwKq55tVCot7GrRp3EoxjqQnElxnGJ78sti0/s4864/Satire1936-01p004and005.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3336" data-original-width="4864" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJmVbgjGGA1uzmOoEptP-FS5PvMTxr7nOTanwQmAw1hpXhwoyRcsrkKg1GL3KFJvH1__7Tesh6gYGdsZm_BghpbsfN5khg5NqntS8Ko-xUgDR-2946lbNCMaDKZq7446Z1IrQt_YNeUE2pLD6uPI6uZwKq55tVCot7GrRp3EoxjqQnElxnGJ78sti0/w640-h438/Satire1936-01p004and005.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Charlie Chaplin drives Douglas Fairbanks</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvEjWiE4QJTYbZaJ_qDEwIV1N88zgiCLJOr-8pSJ5SnY6VpbMH-XGfiaT0ja9ob7O1ddIXJJyejps9fzV8YrFeZLwWAH7hDWVUXBnRDKj1UsH-p9qONzGq-Fqj40sTTDmKVofxAa4MjxqYcb2G6_pjNuD8pMNkzRO-A3o-ugVYLSjkwQTi7v6svivV/s1548/Satire1936-01p011%20Chaplin%20and%20Fairbanks.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1396" data-original-width="1548" height="361" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvEjWiE4QJTYbZaJ_qDEwIV1N88zgiCLJOr-8pSJ5SnY6VpbMH-XGfiaT0ja9ob7O1ddIXJJyejps9fzV8YrFeZLwWAH7hDWVUXBnRDKj1UsH-p9qONzGq-Fqj40sTTDmKVofxAa4MjxqYcb2G6_pjNuD8pMNkzRO-A3o-ugVYLSjkwQTi7v6svivV/w400-h361/Satire1936-01p011%20Chaplin%20and%20Fairbanks.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p> James Cagney struggles with basic math at bathside of Joan Blondell, perfectly understandable</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFBaForJ4ks2QMGKH21DDI_Ywb0hV3s8HH4DXErdzFpfiCIjjmJ-VbNoEwqbx9Is9gE1RJOrmLmQVeG7loVQW3qJXllaAdI9jINRtmg1ed-p4eEBAFYQN0c-blBFQ422VwYeGjLXn7QXd_igVkgf_4v6ZA5yvIDBKHV0EONyXg3vsPkCtZDWYRjNd/s1540/Satire1936-01p011%20Cagney%20and%20Blondell.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1284" data-original-width="1540" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFBaForJ4ks2QMGKH21DDI_Ywb0hV3s8HH4DXErdzFpfiCIjjmJ-VbNoEwqbx9Is9gE1RJOrmLmQVeG7loVQW3qJXllaAdI9jINRtmg1ed-p4eEBAFYQN0c-blBFQ422VwYeGjLXn7QXd_igVkgf_4v6ZA5yvIDBKHV0EONyXg3vsPkCtZDWYRjNd/w400-h334/Satire1936-01p011%20Cagney%20and%20Blondell.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>Stars' baby photos. And you thought the internet had a monopoly on cuteness. I love how no one compelled these kids to smile. How I do hate the modern convention of the forced photo smile.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4F2kfWPYysFmiSY_JQZSTNSXu1BjF9pAxYChThgWP3dXdHyiMMbryvHlnKnwRf9scZbz-zGFiDP_z5VkeIo6T4dJjCCDDii4zMnu0Ive1UxrlQ4g3JzQVmmXIgXAxC42IBcQgoKJpT8CGtXX5LyS2zaeB7NXVjX0zl6SdneINDWOcPpbvPehDWcWJ/s4940/Satire1936-01p012and013.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3418" data-original-width="4940" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4F2kfWPYysFmiSY_JQZSTNSXu1BjF9pAxYChThgWP3dXdHyiMMbryvHlnKnwRf9scZbz-zGFiDP_z5VkeIo6T4dJjCCDDii4zMnu0Ive1UxrlQ4g3JzQVmmXIgXAxC42IBcQgoKJpT8CGtXX5LyS2zaeB7NXVjX0zl6SdneINDWOcPpbvPehDWcWJ/w640-h442/Satire1936-01p012and013.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>The Talkies will never make it! Danger, Will Robinson, Staple Ahead! Beware of staples on the scanner glass, they can scratch. (I love the centerfold of just about any magazine. It's a crossing over, but also a unification.) Just exactly how many careers the talkies ended is up for debate, but those with too high or too low voices and thick accents didn't always make it, and a good singing voice becomes an asset. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjscDbWMJiUrlTxaZ_2Vq4TdmVFgCFfoULBA3kpCRI-3_1ED2WaZ4bUX8VmXijcL8z96mKT2XELlSTcyWIyYXZSvXmtvZCI3vaYChbnu3hi-MDHcFVsntagGqG6uhpQlaOvrNxL8VWyfCK3J4WO_5AllJEIrjK_4UAko5sHX_7iCnX-vrQktX6qpCci/s4892/Satire1936-01p016and017.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3370" data-original-width="4892" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjscDbWMJiUrlTxaZ_2Vq4TdmVFgCFfoULBA3kpCRI-3_1ED2WaZ4bUX8VmXijcL8z96mKT2XELlSTcyWIyYXZSvXmtvZCI3vaYChbnu3hi-MDHcFVsntagGqG6uhpQlaOvrNxL8VWyfCK3J4WO_5AllJEIrjK_4UAko5sHX_7iCnX-vrQktX6qpCci/w640-h440/Satire1936-01p016and017.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>More girls in bathtubs. Hop right in, handsome *gulp*<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dRlh4mCghSndQRSgmYGBB3jFu4UEJP3GO2fhczgBHWFO9HboAqsqFudCtlQx5TEWNYeomBq3zBVBjW7yBEAtcUCO5b0fuUquGqRiy9QUbLqgfN8FtqfSnG42kTwgae_SdTt3O0hHl1Sr1At2ltf_VLBqjjYZ8D-dJ-IluLi6ntUDTbDEv7Z25Apk/s3300/Satire1936-01p019.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3300" data-original-width="2320" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dRlh4mCghSndQRSgmYGBB3jFu4UEJP3GO2fhczgBHWFO9HboAqsqFudCtlQx5TEWNYeomBq3zBVBjW7yBEAtcUCO5b0fuUquGqRiy9QUbLqgfN8FtqfSnG42kTwgae_SdTt3O0hHl1Sr1At2ltf_VLBqjjYZ8D-dJ-IluLi6ntUDTbDEv7Z25Apk/w450-h640/Satire1936-01p019.jpg" width="450" /></a></div><p></p><p>Blinx for doe eyes. Seductive beauty secrets.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnQOhB73f3xSnsbCyZ9wE0PjpUfLrWptYwE5ddUp64FYd290jemRrGotzRtJ7fP-DXBHkR0PHhyn6g6nbbyeQ4-cC74hvqUnSPNLbhVJEaUW-WWiEWmcBJNAPkb5HTOu5jTq_PrgRYZmL1vmO4dO3cO0PVH2p_Cg6GHVIgymvQWQHKwAPHgVHDHtlW/s3312/Satire1936-01p024.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3312" data-original-width="2313" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnQOhB73f3xSnsbCyZ9wE0PjpUfLrWptYwE5ddUp64FYd290jemRrGotzRtJ7fP-DXBHkR0PHhyn6g6nbbyeQ4-cC74hvqUnSPNLbhVJEaUW-WWiEWmcBJNAPkb5HTOu5jTq_PrgRYZmL1vmO4dO3cO0PVH2p_Cg6GHVIgymvQWQHKwAPHgVHDHtlW/w446-h640/Satire1936-01p024.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><p></p><p>Laurel and Hardy demonstrate the state of the art automobile engineering, another fine mess<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcOCCSfOG-K8_iD0bBhE9QYYsrJIZQI_M_nifa9pRDcmCPX-lJOiBO3uJ5bnUmdMiLArQovCTfKjNUrg-9MTXJCwMoHRJfCnXlEr0wwf0yOwfPzXHtqZygD4EESjzaM-sAPMR-hYg0BwNjxedJk0SjYnag9jXJnObJfa7GS2HmoiWHBUB2HtEq16Zc/s2976/Satire1936-01p027%20Laurel%20and%20Hardy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="1416" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcOCCSfOG-K8_iD0bBhE9QYYsrJIZQI_M_nifa9pRDcmCPX-lJOiBO3uJ5bnUmdMiLArQovCTfKjNUrg-9MTXJCwMoHRJfCnXlEr0wwf0yOwfPzXHtqZygD4EESjzaM-sAPMR-hYg0BwNjxedJk0SjYnag9jXJnObJfa7GS2HmoiWHBUB2HtEq16Zc/w190-h400/Satire1936-01p027%20Laurel%20and%20Hardy.jpg" width="190" /></a></div><p></p><p>And one last image from the issue, her LIPS WON HIM - when your cheeks need that freshly spanked look.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-y5nWODWQPlmfPf8tcu1PDX-MibstmYfSJObEwz7MrBsOyvWlbMVdRn3aqxXZgmoFvE2dpE1GOT9BtSMC922GE-cbxaR8D5wZnwuXfLPg5DURLg9Xy3hI6PUo0Izq3fqN8TTz2IbDuz9-iFT6PlNVX5c4dAZqzIcVnpYiaXL0Pr8ng24Ww3f6Bwt/s3220/Satire1936-01p031%20crop.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3220" data-original-width="1468" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-y5nWODWQPlmfPf8tcu1PDX-MibstmYfSJObEwz7MrBsOyvWlbMVdRn3aqxXZgmoFvE2dpE1GOT9BtSMC922GE-cbxaR8D5wZnwuXfLPg5DURLg9Xy3hI6PUo0Izq3fqN8TTz2IbDuz9-iFT6PlNVX5c4dAZqzIcVnpYiaXL0Pr8ng24Ww3f6Bwt/w292-h640/Satire1936-01p031%20crop.jpg" width="292" /></a></div><p>What a hoot. A final note, Steve was able to point me to the existence of a third issue from March later this year. The cover mock up has been discarded (they probably figured out that the mock up covers, as cool as they are, do a poor job of branding a new magazine) but the issue-wide theming continues a "politics" edition. Let's keep an eye out to complete the run scan-wise, shall we?<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPQ7XbziLfXvd69LvKHtAoiBtGQYW3elb2HlrKkEOPBJqz3XTOJA47dmnXUe0miE6n2vHZaU6inpNZQmxhM1me94sIp49k1EqsF0lCu1Bu3elbrss1FT2kSX0Xy8D2trTDXqiB7j4QI9VGzcP00fgP3ddLVOz8P1bWgp7wa-NKsAgMprg3WcYJHLLR/s1024/Satire%20v01n03%201936-03.Satire%20cover%20McCowen%20alt.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="770" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPQ7XbziLfXvd69LvKHtAoiBtGQYW3elb2HlrKkEOPBJqz3XTOJA47dmnXUe0miE6n2vHZaU6inpNZQmxhM1me94sIp49k1EqsF0lCu1Bu3elbrss1FT2kSX0Xy8D2trTDXqiB7j4QI9VGzcP00fgP3ddLVOz8P1bWgp7wa-NKsAgMprg3WcYJHLLR/s320/Satire%20v01n03%201936-03.Satire%20cover%20McCowen%20alt.jpg" width="241" /></a></div>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042506089535638301.post-75318738937414611012023-04-21T23:27:00.017-07:002023-04-27T19:28:22.327-07:00Pin-up Parasols, 1920-1932<p>A new approach tonight. It was a beautiful Spring week. I got a little scanwork done, a little yard work done, and watched my Grizz split with the Lakers, but didn't get to blog. I hope to write on magazines a time or two this weekend, but tonight I'm just going to post a stream of images.</p><p>When you collect and research magazines for long enough and especially magazines with seemingly simple cover motifs like the pin-ups, you start to notice a lot of common props, poses, themes, and the like. This set of images are all pin-up or glamour covers (and I'm not always sure of the distinction outside of glamour covers tend to be close-ups, 'classier,' more fashionable, and more likely on Hollywood or women's magazines) that all use the parasol. Of course, it's nice to have a colorful umbrella at the beach, and the beach is a place where it's perfectly acceptable for bathing girls to show off the bod, so it's a fun pairing for pin-up and glamour artists to work with.</p><p>We could go even further back than this, but let's start with La Vie Parisienne, a magazine I have more plans with here at Darwination Scans - truly a fountainhead for girlie magazine art, and I'll proceed chronotypically from there. Many of these images will have been gathered from eBay, but I'll try to give credit where due-<br /></p><p>Georges Leonnec, La Vie Parisienne 1920-06-26</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT504jT4W1xHqlQLqbsp_5jHJF2VSABQ2LXYHRlxN1da4Y_fVhG2h8SB-L_f_G-luksqvAbki5LTw110_RW9qjXMtHF8X-q8iRrN0aHvAoikvVI9BLVtT2miBfzGJfk6bpdhnAWPwo6zLIZdSLq3gMd8_QHjidbWGyXgjxhUM-fCo37YEAnbtWbxMl/s1600/La%20Vie%20Parisienne%201920-06-26%20cover%20Leonnec%20Parasol.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1275" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT504jT4W1xHqlQLqbsp_5jHJF2VSABQ2LXYHRlxN1da4Y_fVhG2h8SB-L_f_G-luksqvAbki5LTw110_RW9qjXMtHF8X-q8iRrN0aHvAoikvVI9BLVtT2miBfzGJfk6bpdhnAWPwo6zLIZdSLq3gMd8_QHjidbWGyXgjxhUM-fCo37YEAnbtWbxMl/w510-h640/La%20Vie%20Parisienne%201920-06-26%20cover%20Leonnec%20Parasol.jpg" width="510" /></a></div> F.X. Leyendecker, just one of his many iconic Life covers, 1922-04-20<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-Y5pKdDxamJHtAKXFMB0QxwjiCdvDXydddPjMQWywzyFsYXckKGaz_qR_WRv7Wxq6kpmuSTbqprS1Vd5McVKTDVtvabzqLnEdq7gagCf-pJQUsRWfOpaB59AGTL3c0G0Fg5rQpq18YbIqpfkWM4-1eteYC_oPsUOYvQIW6iFeYAfr5WoR1YU9-Iy/s1155/Life%201922-04-20%20Leyendecker.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1155" data-original-width="933" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-Y5pKdDxamJHtAKXFMB0QxwjiCdvDXydddPjMQWywzyFsYXckKGaz_qR_WRv7Wxq6kpmuSTbqprS1Vd5McVKTDVtvabzqLnEdq7gagCf-pJQUsRWfOpaB59AGTL3c0G0Fg5rQpq18YbIqpfkWM4-1eteYC_oPsUOYvQIW6iFeYAfr5WoR1YU9-Iy/w323-h400/Life%201922-04-20%20Leyendecker.png" width="323" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Breezy Stories, A.W. Shelton, 1922-08</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ntDWHeHg2iksS9rIDyQuTcjmGepIqlNaMEXyQvQq7uIlChIl5WfBolYaYlH_Bk_3RSvVw7bjXrdNtCnkmSYk9h9TZ_pDv8Y5TJ9BdvxFTLG7qoZGmGWUMRBjeZPMvgHFLS52tjbYu09mEx_XPG4Z9Ck3nterMWHkpOn7EwO8LTwo33kSTPIA-XeX/s1464/Breezy%20Stories%201922-08%20cover%20Shelton.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1464" data-original-width="1020" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ntDWHeHg2iksS9rIDyQuTcjmGepIqlNaMEXyQvQq7uIlChIl5WfBolYaYlH_Bk_3RSvVw7bjXrdNtCnkmSYk9h9TZ_pDv8Y5TJ9BdvxFTLG7qoZGmGWUMRBjeZPMvgHFLS52tjbYu09mEx_XPG4Z9Ck3nterMWHkpOn7EwO8LTwo33kSTPIA-XeX/w446-h640/Breezy%20Stories%201922-08%20cover%20Shelton.jpg" width="446" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Enoch Bolles flipping the script, it's wintertime but she doesn't care!, Judge 1925-01-24</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjK6zjQ04BWGQR-1ingAXAi1UFucDmj3LQTxVqk9IpMxpa1umVf-yeTmpD3NcE-qBznFoM3SdTj66QPbJiB-Rc7PxK7f9cW4a5Eao3R2kc21_w5iuvS5ZDNvKiMpGy0vBH-GoVxm5K-0kkvOtiUP4gZrU3AfG3XaIh3-bZ9a_EbN9zzBAZwAJ2GraF/s2247/Judge%201925-01-24%20cover%20Bolles.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2247" data-original-width="1672" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjK6zjQ04BWGQR-1ingAXAi1UFucDmj3LQTxVqk9IpMxpa1umVf-yeTmpD3NcE-qBznFoM3SdTj66QPbJiB-Rc7PxK7f9cW4a5Eao3R2kc21_w5iuvS5ZDNvKiMpGy0vBH-GoVxm5K-0kkvOtiUP4gZrU3AfG3XaIh3-bZ9a_EbN9zzBAZwAJ2GraF/w476-h640/Judge%201925-01-24%20cover%20Bolles.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><p></p><p>Artist Unidentified, Paris Nights 1925-07<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPGM6Oj5PmhctoFFtCnf6ssmIxxKQd2masfeUSysl9I7S59FzaEOignvfu0yd9YviUSBzjOexlSHTfX__v_QmPX2eDXPBG3xl-P81pKI384Z8ACOiwLcxoV2Bt1Dp7bM9ysGQ14xu_KX02VkWuWrFLQ5muGdkFBJZk9kr1dmtlWvoDzLibKiiZ_o7_/s3610/Paris%20Nights%20v01n04%20(1925-07)%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3610" data-original-width="2407" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPGM6Oj5PmhctoFFtCnf6ssmIxxKQd2masfeUSysl9I7S59FzaEOignvfu0yd9YviUSBzjOexlSHTfX__v_QmPX2eDXPBG3xl-P81pKI384Z8ACOiwLcxoV2Bt1Dp7bM9ysGQ14xu_KX02VkWuWrFLQ5muGdkFBJZk9kr1dmtlWvoDzLibKiiZ_o7_/w426-h640/Paris%20Nights%20v01n04%20(1925-07)%20cover.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><p></p><p>Artist unidentified, from Capt. Billy's So This is Paris 1925-08, McCoy's edit work, a mesmerizing scene, red and pink yet cool. The entire scene subdued but perhaps for her gaze. A contented collie.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqvwrLJ-7-fefXbbJ4pP2Vft4JwtrrJWS_tbjukUkyxWlCc0eGHFekxvkvFnL_zCbZpXKkG-T5R5N9_Rp_0e7_-i725C9H2ixAIUyMyhIOCYKInUvRSFapvrU2d39ztl-QF1YdDpjtrTGFi2KKWKOZPMGOGkPxt53RgBKSboU0z8Wodrm28IIjlLK/s2377/So%20This%20is%20Paris%201925-08%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2377" data-original-width="1666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqvwrLJ-7-fefXbbJ4pP2Vft4JwtrrJWS_tbjukUkyxWlCc0eGHFekxvkvFnL_zCbZpXKkG-T5R5N9_Rp_0e7_-i725C9H2ixAIUyMyhIOCYKInUvRSFapvrU2d39ztl-QF1YdDpjtrTGFi2KKWKOZPMGOGkPxt53RgBKSboU0z8Wodrm28IIjlLK/w448-h640/So%20This%20is%20Paris%201925-08%20cover.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><p></p><p>Constance Wheeler, who did a number of wonderful covers for the magazine, The Golden Book 1926-08, from an image at MyComicShop<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJrHzDJxt1c8eTIORjHj-jj2TqbDdzJdw2TXgJE8tfX65f2xa9c61csk5cqgcKlvPiyfS9Q6u1Xe6IF-yfDEviV9CTnDEofn0OAg6XaL27suyxi_Nj5_yDYIxj7DqkmwXWHFGeUiJ8zlqUcmsOMkIb7YhT6X7ZJJuLaUXz2ozuj2vHM0iDfCWz_e5A/s2891/The%20Golden%20Book%201926-08%20v04n20%20cover%20Constance%20Wheeler%20MCS.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2891" data-original-width="2048" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJrHzDJxt1c8eTIORjHj-jj2TqbDdzJdw2TXgJE8tfX65f2xa9c61csk5cqgcKlvPiyfS9Q6u1Xe6IF-yfDEviV9CTnDEofn0OAg6XaL27suyxi_Nj5_yDYIxj7DqkmwXWHFGeUiJ8zlqUcmsOMkIb7YhT6X7ZJJuLaUXz2ozuj2vHM0iDfCWz_e5A/w454-h640/The%20Golden%20Book%201926-08%20v04n20%20cover%20Constance%20Wheeler%20MCS.jpg" width="454" /></a></div><p></p><p>Livingston Geer of Vilma Banky, Photoplay 1926-04</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uP9-SEqlaVcag1XggqH1API6N73Z4JhqfuHS8wuEtyO0ASykfy-lbNlaaDqGGFDqSsuM2Em9s8Z8vwxYpzF921XqWNnEkV1USYj9NWr8do8qNN4OY999hd7n2KyHojlXN25VSBgWkYRdVGaNYXX-0rcwVUAfd09lvmdlQ9L9fTYssloR1it6_UcR/s1559/Photoplay%201926-04%20cover%20Livingston%20Geer.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1559" data-original-width="1149" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uP9-SEqlaVcag1XggqH1API6N73Z4JhqfuHS8wuEtyO0ASykfy-lbNlaaDqGGFDqSsuM2Em9s8Z8vwxYpzF921XqWNnEkV1USYj9NWr8do8qNN4OY999hd7n2KyHojlXN25VSBgWkYRdVGaNYXX-0rcwVUAfd09lvmdlQ9L9fTYssloR1it6_UcR/w472-h640/Photoplay%201926-04%20cover%20Livingston%20Geer.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><p></p><p>Charles Hargens, Brief Stories 1927-07. This title is super scarce, I'd really like to see/scan some issues of this interesting pulp<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVd1ethLHFGVpkHrz1ooD6jWbkDfvg4nsFVqSYvxoYTeZvtUclj-yXol2HKCJP6rLOV2zIA3FPDoefOgse1n1zk3WS8gxMtvciCasLsASLFUcMGn8i8Ey6NmiNDcW-xPpCwZtAsJnS3ttjQkvrMsU4LnKgrIijUA5caowz8TUJO9RqVoSq2Dtcsscc/s570/Brief%20Stories%201927-07%20cover%20parasol%20Charles%20Hargens.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="570" data-original-width="400" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVd1ethLHFGVpkHrz1ooD6jWbkDfvg4nsFVqSYvxoYTeZvtUclj-yXol2HKCJP6rLOV2zIA3FPDoefOgse1n1zk3WS8gxMtvciCasLsASLFUcMGn8i8Ey6NmiNDcW-xPpCwZtAsJnS3ttjQkvrMsU4LnKgrIijUA5caowz8TUJO9RqVoSq2Dtcsscc/w281-h400/Brief%20Stories%201927-07%20cover%20parasol%20Charles%20Hargens.jpg" width="281" /></a></div><p></p><p>John Holmgren, Judge 1928-08-11, from MyComicShop<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKj54QDiwK1gc6GFIruqsM1gHZ8wmqcXhl8pPkvfIGdK-rPOc5tU_ki3Pe-bPW1ofExV70erKOczC5yyl86CnktoMWQVOuFI7QuM1Zc40KvS2r--D1lE8550ipiwOHXkc2g6_mGL6h9hZ0B_fvAe_5R36iBjP4sC0jj_6GJhkimxLt9_PP5BMDBkq/s3282/Judge%201928-08-11%20cover%20Holmgren.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3282" data-original-width="2485" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKj54QDiwK1gc6GFIruqsM1gHZ8wmqcXhl8pPkvfIGdK-rPOc5tU_ki3Pe-bPW1ofExV70erKOczC5yyl86CnktoMWQVOuFI7QuM1Zc40KvS2r--D1lE8550ipiwOHXkc2g6_mGL6h9hZ0B_fvAe_5R36iBjP4sC0jj_6GJhkimxLt9_PP5BMDBkq/w484-h640/Judge%201928-08-11%20cover%20Holmgren.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><p></p><p>Enoch Bolles, doing double duty in the parasol stream today, an inventive use and she's not getting too much cover from that tiny umbrella, Spicy Stories 1929-07. Pretty sure this one is coming from <a href="http://enochbolles.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jack Raglin's Enoch Bolles Blog</a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj88ySzt437DMaO6X9L32Ri6euAFpg_40_ygWc-8xD4S0aJL71GiOX4fEGsvO0vtZxG7ardeCNsFz-L8joS8D5UJZcub79ZcuQXaqOW3XAZ-TjBSyjrMTA2gAbnxJDMsFspqD-9qSClijNh278qBLjn79-cdi9Xe9sk1pxKOgwLzGlEAlI3JTUsQDzC/s500/Spicy%20Stories%201929-07%20v02n02.King%20cover%20Bolles.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="363" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj88ySzt437DMaO6X9L32Ri6euAFpg_40_ygWc-8xD4S0aJL71GiOX4fEGsvO0vtZxG7ardeCNsFz-L8joS8D5UJZcub79ZcuQXaqOW3XAZ-TjBSyjrMTA2gAbnxJDMsFspqD-9qSClijNh278qBLjn79-cdi9Xe9sk1pxKOgwLzGlEAlI3JTUsQDzC/w290-h400/Spicy%20Stories%201929-07%20v02n02.King%20cover%20Bolles.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><p>And lastly, two from the same month, Harrison Fisher, Cosmopolitan 1932-07, edit from the one and only Siren in the Night</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJmsG1Zf2Y4Ypr2CLeaYs0HjMbjDu4Pz_Zt8aA2ggLxwwpRrs_b0IbITodEBSVTKBn-E0GWQWURvhxYUwUNst1bizLy3tdjbxl6V5YNbxOJ4b_56f10Wludqu4nFjMdGApdYHQBEsuPKMV_qRpJvoXloDyxYMFOBqgGdrUUo9gwOf22AcdhCnIbXg/s3528/Cosmopolitan%20v093%20n01%20%5B1932-07%5D%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3528" data-original-width="2560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJmsG1Zf2Y4Ypr2CLeaYs0HjMbjDu4Pz_Zt8aA2ggLxwwpRrs_b0IbITodEBSVTKBn-E0GWQWURvhxYUwUNst1bizLy3tdjbxl6V5YNbxOJ4b_56f10Wludqu4nFjMdGApdYHQBEsuPKMV_qRpJvoXloDyxYMFOBqgGdrUUo9gwOf22AcdhCnIbXg/w464-h640/Cosmopolitan%20v093%20n01%20%5B1932-07%5D%20cover.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><p>a better look at that one <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/8772787@N02/24289754402/in/album-72157663508212475/" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p>Lastly, a quick edit I did tonight of a Rolf Armstrong cover from MyComicShop, College Humor 1932-07, brilliant.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsswhlnx-cDd0XrQI_pdyvVULv7jMEmEr4cI81IVumc7LBlsAGx80QOXQ4JjXH6M8AKkmn8PQqIemGrUwqjWRvchmIoeXgWrCmuTecaZP4vVcvLgRxT-svOPBpHZaRlkIiKYVDh6QBzz-_Y1bk3T3Uw1D-XJvlodK9A5Xd79YU9AxZw5kaNwOymS78/s3332/College%20Humor%201932-07%20cover%20Rolf%20Armstrong%20(MCS%20Darwin%20Edit).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3332" data-original-width="2515" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsswhlnx-cDd0XrQI_pdyvVULv7jMEmEr4cI81IVumc7LBlsAGx80QOXQ4JjXH6M8AKkmn8PQqIemGrUwqjWRvchmIoeXgWrCmuTecaZP4vVcvLgRxT-svOPBpHZaRlkIiKYVDh6QBzz-_Y1bk3T3Uw1D-XJvlodK9A5Xd79YU9AxZw5kaNwOymS78/w484-h640/College%20Humor%201932-07%20cover%20Rolf%20Armstrong%20(MCS%20Darwin%20Edit).jpg" width="484" /></a></div><p>A better peek <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/197841258@N07/52836273453/in/dateposted-public/" target="_blank">here</a>.</p>darwinationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601838758695937728noreply@blogger.com0