Pulp Action from the Wild West through the Dirty 30s and More.
“In the middle of the Indian forest, a man waiting for the train near the railway line. Suddenly, a boa constrictor attacking the victim, holding in its powerful coils. But here is a tiger hurling itself against the huge reptile which which then also wraps the beast in its death grip. On the monstrous tangle comes the train. The tangled web is bloodily broken by the wheels of the train.” possibly from an issue of Domenica Del Corriere
Danger Trail #3 DC comics, Nov-Dec 1950
According to Planters, his employer, Mr. Peanut died in a car accident today at the age of 104. According to video, after the crash, Mr. Peanut was dangling from a tree with Wesley Snipes and Matt Walsh, where as the limb was about to break, he selflessly gave his life to save his friends.
Poster showing Mr. Peanut fighting in WWI, 1917
When one speaks of Martians one is pat to think of those canal builders, those beings who, if we were to accept Mr. Lowell’s remarkably well-sustained conclusions, no irrigate with melting polar snows and cultivate what were once the ocean beds of their drying planet. Continue reading “Men of Mars and Other Things”
Maureen O’Sullivan, sparkling MGM star, truly is Ireland’s gift to Hollywood. Her winsome Irish beauty, laughing eyes, dark brown hair and impulsive giggle have made her a favorite with patrons of motion pictures everywhere. Although she has appeared in many productions, she is best remembered, perhaps, for her work in two Tarzan pictures. Here, this 24-year-old daughter of Old Ireland is shown with some of the gowns she wears in “Westpoint of The Air,” new MGM production. (Apr 21, 1935)<!-more–>
Maureen O’Sullivan promo shot for Tarzan and His Mate, 1934
The danger zone encirclin a gaucho (cowboy of the Argentine) with his knife in his hand is by no means limited to the circle he sweeps with his extended arm. I am not sure just how far it does go, nor have I the least desire to find out. I heard, however, a crack revolver shot, a man who could blot out the spots on a ten of spades at a dozen paces, say that he would be extremely reluctant to take his chance at a draw-and-let-go with a gaucho at any distance under 20 yards.
An illuminative case In point came to my attention in Buenos Aires. As a class the American agricultural machinery experts sent to Argentina are as handy with sixshooters as any I have ever met. They are mostly westerners, have used revolvers from their childhood, and their arms, from which they never separate themselves for a moment while in campo, are always of the best and latest pattern.
Not once or twice, but on dozens of occasions, have I seen one or another of these men with his Colt’s or Mauser “automatic,” after a preliminary shot or two to get the range blow over a rabbit running at full speed across the pampa. This is good shooting, as will be appreciated by anyone who has had experience with the revolver. Yet the case I have In mind is that of a thrashing machine expert from Texas — a crack shot — who had trouble with his Argentine maquinista, had an even break on a draw at 25 or 30 feet, and was retired from action with a knife through his shoulder before his revolver was clear of its holster.
Lewis R. Freeman in the Cornhill Magazine.
The Aberdeen Weekly. Aberdeen, Miss, March 11, 1921
Mexican lobby card for the Green Hornet movie, 1972
I was not long In Mars before l could see that the Martians have ‘the advantage over us In every way. To begin with, the wholesome maxim that you shouldn’t speak with your mouth full does not concern the Martians at all. While they are eating with their mouths they are talking with the second mouth that they have on their thumbs. A large, stout Martian kept up a running fire of questions at me while he was taking a long drink from a pewter pot, while I, of course, had to put my glass down before I could reply. My helplessness seemed to cause them a great deal of amusement. Continue reading “Earthlings are Lunatics”