Cover for Alibi, the 3rd album by the Dutch band Vandenberg.
Mummy Paint, 1903
From New-York Tribune, December 20, 1903
MUMMIES GROUND UP FOR PAINT FOR PICTURES.
Afford Beautiful Tint for Brown Hair with Glint of Gold – Industry Threatened with Extinction from Lack of Material.
Mummy – powdered mummy – makes one of the best and most popular colors used by artists. Every large dealer in oil paints sells powdered mummy, and almost every manufacturer of pigments has a mummy department, where, in a spice laden atmosphere, amid surroundings picturesque and grewsome, young men and women grind up the dried bodies of Egyptian princesses and priests, mix the powder with poppy oil and bottle it for the market in little tubes of tin. Continue reading “Mummy Paint, 1903”
Happy Mother’s Day
My mother, Kansas, sometime in the late 1930s.
85 years ago…
What, in substance, both the Esquimaux wizards and the Louisiana swamp-priests had chanted to their kindred idols was something very like this: the word-divisions being guessed at from traditional breaks in the phrase as chanted aloud: “Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.” – Call of Cthulhu
“To R.H. Barlow, Esq., whose sculpture hath given immortality to this trivial design of his obliged obedient servant, H.P. Lovecraft.11th May, 1934”
A sketch of a statuette depicting Cthulhu, drawn by his creator, H. P. Lovecraft.
A Fugitive From Fate
Like a meteor Spring-Heeled Jack spring upon the would-be assassin. “Look to yourself, Sir Whittaker,” screamed the knave, “the fiend himself is here!” “Ay, here to defend the right!” Jack thundered.
Spring-Heeled Jack, 1904, issue #10
Lone Ranger #1, August 1936
See USSR, 1931
Travel poster promoting the USSR, 1931
King Kong concept art, 1933
King Kong pre-production concept drawing, by Mario Larrinaga, 1933
Popular Science, Dec, 1931
Prof. Goddard’s Turbine Rocket Ship For Flight To Moon
Mirror-Wise: A Precarious Story, 1944
(On back of leaflet)
Mirror-wise: A Precarious Story
Joan was in her room and just about to change because she intended to go to the Cinema with Bob. She had done that quite often since John, her husband had left for the front. Why should she? Bob is a good friend of John’s and he certainly wouldn’t object. Everybody understands that Joan cannot always sit at home alone for years without any companionship.
Yesterday, Bob came a little earlier than usual and entered Joan’s room just as she was adding the last touch of rouge. She didn’t mind his staying for they were really good friends – and so accustomed to each other.
As she rolled on her stockings, Bob told her all that he had done during business hours that day and then she noticed that the elbow of his jacket had a little grease spot; so she took it and cleaned it. What could anybody think wrong about that – among friends.
And then……. Neither knew how it happened, she felt his strong body leaning gently against her, and then, they kissed, for a long, long while.
Joan was in a dream, she was feeling that marvellous something that she had missed for so long, it was so wonderful.
Then she opened her eyes, and there was that horror before her. Was it a dream, or was it reality?
She looked in the mirror and saw…. John! John in the arms of another! In the arms of Death!
But no, it was not John embraced by Death, it was YOU, and it was not Joan looking in the mirror but YOUR wife.
Joan is still alone.
And so are all the millions of other wives and girls.
But war goes on.
(Nazi propaganda piece from 1944)