Pulps Pricings Sales Census: Solder Stories (April, May, and July 1929)

SOLDIER STORIES – April 1929 recently sold on eBay for $429.24. This is the First Issue of just 4 of this Fiction House title. It would morph into DETECTIVE CLASSICS for the later 22 issues.

“A COMPLETE GOOD COPY.

SOLDIER STORIES – April 1929 (First Issue)

TWO INCHES MISSING FROM SPINE AT BOTTOM. BACK COVER LIGHTLY SOILED.
PIECE OUT OF PULP AT BOTTOM NEAR SPINE.
PAGES ARE TAN AROUND THE EDGES.
A RARELY SEEN PULP”

Cover Artist: H.C. Murphy Jr. (and here) (who died January 1, 1931 at 45 of cancer).
Murphy Jr. did 38 covers for ADVENTURE in the 1920’s (and one showed up on a 1933 issue) and at least 9 BLACK MASK in the same years. He did some really sparse covers paintings, a few nicer Westerns and Northwest Mounties, but his forte were the many excellent Clipper ship covers.

Authors: “The Devil’s Squadron” by Herman Petersen;
“Empty Saddles” by Walt Coburn;
“Red Rebels” by T. W. Ford;
Frederick C. Davis; Eugene Cunningham; Theodore Roscoe

Bookery list it as: “Scarce” $60.00 – $150.00 – $300.00

SOLDIER STORIES – May 1929

SOLDIER STORIES – May 1929 recently sold on eBay for $525.95

This is the Second issue

Cover artist A.L. Hicks wasn’t prolific but it is worth noting that he did 2 covers for NAVY STORIES,
2 for DETECTIVE-DRAGNET MAGAZINE, and 1 for The UNDERWORLD MAGAZINE.
All equally rare titles.

Authors: “Cold Steel” by Arthur J. Burks;
“Sky Battle Wagons” by Andrew A. Caffrey;
“Gunner’s Choice” by Eugene Cunningham;
“Legend of the Legion” by Theodore Roscoe;
“Yellow Turbans” by Francis James;
“Drummed Out” by Edwin L. Sabin
(If you check the FictionMags Index and ever find an author missing from the contents list (like only one here) that is because I didn’t think they were prolific enough to list).

Bookery list it as: “Scarce” $40.00 – $100.00 – $200.00

 

 

SOLDIER STORIES – July 1929 recently sold on eBay for $382.77

SOLDIER STORIES – July 1929

 

This is the Third issue

“A COMPLETE VERY GOOD COPY. USUAL FOLDS AND CREASES ALONG EDGES OF COVERS. ONE INCH TEAR AT MIDDLE OF FRONT COVER OUTER EDGE. BOTTOM OUTER CORNER IS ROUNDED. TEARS AT TOP AND BOTTOM OF SPINE.

A VERY SCARCE PULP.”

Cover by F. R. Glass

Authors: “Yellow Guns” by Arthur J. Burks;

“A Yankee Canuck” by Harold F. Cruickshank;

“Navy Stuff” by Eugene Cunningham;

“Dog of War” by Henry Leverage

Bookery list it as: “Scarce” $40.00 – $100.00 – $200.00

I would place them from “Scarce,” but much more closer to “Rare.” The title never shows up for sale and the winning bids seem indicative for “Rare” titles, especially for a Fiction House Pulp which are usually easier to pick up.

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: Five-Novels Monthly (March 1931 and May 1935)

FIVE-NOVELS MONTHLY – March 1931 recently sold on eBay for $175.93

38TH Issue of 206

FIVE-NOVELS MONTHLY – March 1931

Authors: “Black Terror” by John Murray Reynolds;

“Feud of the Jay Bar Dee” by Arthur Hawthorne Carhart and here’s a bit of ‘magic” for you…
FictionMags Index shows the story “Vicky’s Magic Ring” by J. Jackson Grady, but the cover shows “Vickey’s Magic RUG”.
Grady only wrote 3 Pulp stories, all in FIVE-NOVELS MONTHLY.

“… in an unrestored glossy VF+ with no missing pieces, no tape and white paper.”

Bookery shows: “Uncommon” $8.00 – $20.00 – $40.00. $40.00 is for FN condition, so even if you wanted to double the price for a VFN copy that would be $80.00. The $175 selling price seems a bit high to me then.


FIVE-NOVELS MONTHLY
– May 1935 recently sold on eBay for $351.40

86TH Issue of 206

FIVE-NOVELS MONTHLY – May 1935

Authors: “Brotherhood of Skulls” by John Murray Reynolds;
“False Cargo” by L. Ron Hubbard;
“Raking Guns” by L. P. Holmes

“Long running American pulp carrying a wide variety of fiction.
This issue is notable for an early story by L. Ron Hubbard. The magazine is in good condition. Front cover lightly age soiled with some corner creasing plus light edge wear.
Back cover also with some age soiling and light creasing.
Spine complete with fully readable lettering. Both covers firmly attached.
Interior pages in good condition with some small edge splits to a few pages.
Usual light age tanning but still very supple. Tight and square copy in collectable condition.”

Bookery shows: “Uncommon” $40.00 – $100.00 – $200.00

In my opinion, FIVE-NOVELS MONTHY consistently had some of the best cover images on Pulps between 1928 up to around the mid-1930’s.

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: Mystery Novels and Short Stories (Dec. 1939)

MYSTERY NOVELS and SHORT STORIES – Dec. 1939 sold recently on eBay for $153.50

MYSTERY NOVELS and SHORT STORIES - Dec. 1939

MYSTERY NOVELS and SHORT STORIES – Dec. 1939

Second issue of 6 of one of the better “Weird Menace” titles.

Authors: “Maidens for Bondage” by Arthur J. Burks;
“Hall of Crawling Desire” by G. T. Fleming-Roberts (and 2, 3, 4, 5);
“Courtship of the Vampire” by Frank Belknap Long, Jr.;
“Mate of the Demon” by Norman A. Fox;
“Bride of the Stone-Age Ripper”;
“Prey of the Winged Hordes”;
“The Beasts That Terror Spawned”

Condition: “…in an unrestored glossy VG with no missing pieces, no tape and nice paper.”

One of the classic “Torture on Wheel” Pulp covers.

Bookery says: “Uncommon” $100.00 – $250.00 – $500.00

Even with the great cover Bookery seems high for an issue or even the title that’s not “Scarce,” or from the early-mid 1930’s.

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: American Autopsy (Jan. 1932)

AMERICAN AUTOPSY - Jan. 1932

AMERICAN AUTOPSY – Jan. 1932

(Spine)

The AMERICAN AUTOPSY – Jan. 1932 (that’s right, that’s a real Pulp title) sold recently on eBay for $202.25

First and Only Issue put out by Harold Hersey (Headquarters Publishing)

 Authors: Anonymous, but probably all Hersey, doing fiction, non-fiction, and POETRY (Really !!!)

AMERICAN AUTOPSY - Jan. 1932 (Guts)

AMERICAN AUTOPSY – Jan. 1932 (Guts)

 
“…in an unrestored G/VG with no missing pieces, no tape and decent paper. First Issue !”
 
Bookery says: Rare $125.00 – $300.00 – $500.00
 
ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: Texas Rangers (Aug. 1942)

Here is very strange eBay sale, winning bid-wise. A very common issue in my opinion.

TEXAS RANGERS – Aug. 1942 sold recently in November 2016 for the amazing price of $152.50

TEXAS RANGERS – Aug. 1942 (original copy sold)

Bookery has nothing special written on it, listing it as “fairly common” and priced at $4.00 – $10.00 – $20.00.

(I picked up a copy of this issue at the most recent 2016 PULPFEST for $5.00 (!!!) in ten times better shape, so where’s that  bidder who lost, HaHa).

Also in Bookery: Oct. 1936 First Issue $30.00 – $75.00 – $150.00
Dec. 1936 Second Issue $16.00 – $40.00 – $80.00 and
Feb. 1937 Third Issue $12.00 – $30.00 – $60.00

Dealer stated: “I am not an expert on these so please look at the pics and make your own decision on the condition. Some are in amazing condition and others have tape on the covers and other issues.”

“Free Range,” the ‘Jim Hatfield’ story, is by the prolific Tom Curry, who wrote at least 61 of the 206 Hatfield tales.

TEXAS RANGERS – Aug. 1942 (Back Cover; original copy sold)

The short story “Battle of Giants” is by the prolific Chuck Martin.

There is no Robert E. Howard (who was gone by this time anyway) or L. Ron Hubbard’s so why the high bidding price?

(The Nov. 1949 issue has the 6 or 7 page short story “Man for Breakfast” by L. Ron Hubbard (written as by W. R. Colt) and this list at $20.00 – $5.00 – $100.00).

O.K., for $152.50 I see that the Back Cover has all 4 sides Taped about 2″ thick and dirty/stained, 1″X2″ Piece missing bottom left Front Cover, Tape on at least 3 sides of the Front Cover (Spine, and both sides), Date written “R 8/42”, “Chad” had a good read as he wrote his name large on the Front Cover; “H.R.” also enjoyed the issue with his/her smaller sized initials written at the left mid-spine, and a Dirty Front Cover. In other words the issue is pretty well trashed !

Curiouser and curiouser. $152 is more than the very top condition for TEXAS RANGERS’ First Issue.

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

“Silk and Birds of Prey” by Homer King Gordon (1932)

From THE PHILADELPHIA INQUIRER MAGAZINE SECTION, FEBRUARY 28, 1932, here is a nearly 85 year old short story by Homer King Gordon that’s completely unknown (it’s not in the FictionMags Index so probably didn’t appear in the magazines (Homer King Gordon)). This was the only paper I found it listed in.

“Silk and Birds of Prey” by Homer King Gordon (as by Homer K. Gordon)

MILLIONS of dollars worth of silk lay in the warehouses which lined the dimly lighted street, deserted except for an occasional taxicab uptown-bound, and a lone uniformed figure.

SHORT STORIES – Oct. 25, 1933 with Homer King Gordon story

Clip Madigan walked slowly down toward the crosstown street marking the end of his beat. It was raising slightly, so he kept close to the buildings as he went from door to door.

He found the delivery door of the Maddox warehouse open, but old Chris Olsen, the Maddox watchman, was standing just inside the doorway.

“Hello, Chris, you lucky old stiff,” Clip hailed him, making a pass at the pudgy watchman’s stomach with the end of his nightstick. “You old-timers get all the breaks. It looks like my slicker for me.”

“Yas, it will be a vet vun tonight,” Chris agreed. “But maybe I’m not so lucky yet.”

“No, why not ?” Clip asked. The old watchman looked uneasily at the freight elevator before he answered.

“I ain’t so young yet,” he muttered, stroking the butt of his revolver and then letting his fingers wander restlessly to the time-clock hooked in his belt. “Maybe that’s it. Yas, you think so ?”

“Depends on what you’ve got on your mind,” Clip said gravely. “Anybody been hanging around here acting suspicious ? What’s happened ?”

TRIPLE-X WESTERN MAGAZINE – Dec. 1930 with Homer King Gordon story

Chris shook his head.

“It’s like somebody was watching me. I dunno. Tonight I felt like that, so I waited for you to come by.”

“Well, let’s have a look,” Clip suggested. “I’ll make the rounds through the building with you.”

THE old watchman’s fingers trembled as he locked the door. Clip followed him through the corridor into the big office room on the pavement level. The Maddox building consisted of four floors and a basement.

They started their tour of the building in the basement, reached by a narrow stairway at the rear of the building.

A squad of policemen could not have searched the basement thoroughly in the time it took the old watchman to complete his duties there, but Clip circled the room once and looked into as many of the possible hiding places as he could reach before Chris was ready to go upstairs.

He found nothing there to justify the old watchman’s fear, nor did he find anything in the floors above. However, he did not feel that his time had been wasted without cause. Chris was a former policeman with medals to prove his nerve and courage.

“Why don’t you call up your patrol chief and tell him what you told me ?” Clip Madigan urged.

Chris shook his head. “If I see something, yes,” he agreed. “But just because I feel something, no.”

Clip could understand his reluctance.

OVER THE TOP – Oct. 1929 with Homer King Gordon story

A night watchman with jumpy nerves got little sympathy from a hard-boiled patrol chief.

“I’ll look in when I come around this way again,” Clip promised.

A fortune in silk was stored on the two upper floors of the Maddox building.

Clip squared his shoulders and snapped his night stick out to the end of the leather thong so viciously that it cracked his knuckles when it flew back.

Naturally, the time-clock stations were wired to a central agency; and if old Chris did not punch in each station at the approximate time it should be punched, an emergency squad would come and investigate.

But in Clip’s opinion, by the time they got there it would be too late to do anything more than investigate, as far as any silk robbery was concerned. It was up to the police to see that the robbery was stopped before the stolen silk was carted away.

It was up to him.

WESTERN TRAILS – April 1930 with Homer King Gordon story

CLIP had not walked more than a block from the Maddox building when he saw the slinking figure of a man slip out of the recessed doorway of a cigar store and walk rapidly down one of the side streets.

Clip quickened his step and when he arrived at the corner he was not surprised to find the side street deserted. The tail-light of an automobile could be seen in the distance.

When he found nothing to justify an alarm or an extensive search of the neighborhood, Clip abandoned the side street. It was nearly time for him to ring in, and his call box was several blocks away.

That was an important bit of routine which had to be followed. Clip was a patrolman who let nothing interfere with the strict observance of his official duties; but half a block away from the call box he looked anxiously up and down the street then stepped into a small lunch counter restaurant. The red-headed girl dressed in white who sat on a stool behind the cash register would have provided an excellent excuse for any man to neglect his business for a cup of coffee.

The chef, a dark-faced fat man, sprawled across the lower end of the counter with his head pillowed on his arms, winked a bilious eye at Clip.

The red-headed girl was not to indifferent.

SHORT STORIES – Sept. 10, 1928 with Homer King Gordon story

“Hello, you,” she said smiling. “How’s crime tonight ?”

Clip leaned against the cigar counter and grinned. “How’s a cop to keep his mind on crime when it keeps him awake day and night worryin’ about you ?”

“Don’t lose any sleep over me, big boy,” she advised him. “Nothing’s ever happened to me, and won’t.”

He shook his head and sighed with mock seriousness.

“If Ziegfeld or any of them glorifiers ever get a flash at you, what chance would a poor cop have after that ?”

“Well,” she reminded him, “I still buy my silk stockings at bargain counters.”

“Are you blaming me for that ?” he asked.

“The wife -”

“Of a common ordinary cop couldn’t even afford silk stockings,” Clip finished the remark when she hesitated. “Only, darlin’, my career is just started; and how’ll you expect to claim credit for my success if you wait until I’m an inspector before you marry me ?”

ACE-HIGH MAGAZINE – JULY 1932 with Homer King Gordon story

“No, Clip,” the red-headed girl told him quickly, “you’re not common and ordinary, but -”

Clip had known Ellen Fogarthy for eighteen of her twenty years. They lived in the same block and had played under the same fire department sprinklers as kids.

ARE you hintin’ that I should do a little graftin’ on the side – say, wink one eye and let a load of silk get out?” he demanded.

“You’re too dumb to be anything but honest,” she retorted with a smile.

“See any strangers drifting around here tonight ?” he asked.

“I don’t remember any,” she answered quickly. “Why ?”

Clip told her about old Chris, the Maddox watchman, and of the man he had seen sneaking out of the cigar store doorway.

“Why don’t you call in and have a car sent up ?” she suggested.

That was the same advice Clip had given the old watchman.

“And let the boys think I had a case of nerves ?” he said lightly.

TRIPLE-X MAGAZINE – July 1930 with Homer King Gordon story

“I suppose you’d rather play hero and have a swell funeral, even if it did mean that some company lost a hundred thousand dollars worth of silk ?” she commented, shrewdly enough to make Clip wince.

Clip’s jaws snapped shut.

“I’m not yelling wolf until I see one,” he stated stiffly.

“Some men hate to be laughed at,” Ellen observed. “Me, I’d rather have a few jeers than a few roses any time, especially if I had to get the roses as coffin decorations.”

“Some of us are dumb, I guess,” Clip agreed, turning toward the door. “See you later.”

“Don’t you want a cup of coffee ?” Ellen asked quickly.

“Got to ring in.”

He walked out of the restaurant without turning his head. The red-headed girl ran around the cigar counter and caught the door before he had time to close it completely.

“I’m sorry, Clip,” she begged. “I didn’t mean to be nasty.”

“Forget it,” he patted her hand. “I-”

SHORT STORIES – Aug. 10, 1927 with Homer King Gordon story

Without finishing the remark, he started past her down the street.

Coming toward them was a little boy three or four years old.

The youngster had his hands up over his face and was crying bitterly.

“Lost, poor kid,” Clip chuckled. “I wonder where the heck he come from.”

THE little boy screamed with terror as Clip squatted on the pavement in front of him.

When he found him too hysterical to be soothed in any other way, Clip took him in his arms and walked back to the restaurant door and gave him to the girl.

“Take him inside and we’ll see if we can’t get him quieted down,” he advised. “He’s just lost and scared. His clothes aren’t wet, so he must belong around here somewhere. Ever see him before ?”

There were two red fingermarks on the youngster’s face where someone had pinched or struck him.

“Clip, I saw this kid in an automobile that passed here about five minutes before you came in,” Ellen declared. “I was at the window when the car drove past, and I noticed the kid because he was crying then. He had his face up against the glass at though he was trying to get out. It was a big, closed car with two men in it.”

“No women ?”

“No. I’m sure.”

“That would account for his clothes being almost dry,” Clip commented. “Maybe the cars parked here somewhere. The kid may have been left in the car.”

“Clip, this boy never belonged in that car. Look at the bruise on his cheek. He’s been beaten. That’s why he’s crying so hard.”

Clip looked at the youngster’s clothes. The blouse was of cheap material and had been laundered many times. The shoes were cheap and worn.

“He might have been kidnapped,” he agreed quietly. “But if he was kidnapped, how did he get away from two men in a closed car and get here ? And why would anyone want to kidnap a kid that comes from as poor a family this one does, if he’s wearing his own clothes ?”

“Somebody wanted to lose it maybe,” offered the chef, coming up from the back of the restaurant to shove a thick sandwich into the little boy’s fists.

Clip looked out of the window just as a big car flashed past.

“That’s the car,” Ellen cried excitedly. “I’d swear it’s the car, Clip.”

By the time Clip reached the door the car had swung around the nearest center and had disappeared. He started after it and then slowly came back to the restaurant.

“Listen, sweetheart, he said earnestly. “I’ve got a hunch that kid was planted where I’d be sure to find him. If I’m right, the kid was planted here to keep me busy for ten or fifteen minutes. The men who left him here knew when I was due to ring in. I’m going over to the Maddox building. If I’m not back here or haven’t telephoned within fifteen minutes, call up headquarters and tell them to send up a squad car. I think there’s a silk job on.”

As he finished speaking a muffled explosion came faintly from the direction of the Maddox building.

Clip heard it and started to run.

When Clip turned the corner he could see a large van backed across the sidewalk in front of the Maddox shipping door.

Clip rapped the sidewalk with his night stick and while the street was still echoing with the noise of this call to the other officers in the neighborhood, he drew his gun and ran toward the truck.

The truck’s horn sounded one sharp blast of warning before the driver swung down to the pavement on the far side of the engine and began pumping buckshot at Clip from a sawed-off shotgun.

Some of the shot ricocheted from the pavement and stung his legs, but Clip knew the range was too great for a shotgun.

He dodged into a doorway long enough to fire one bullet toward the crouching driver.

Throwing his shotgun away, the driver turned and ran, almost as though inviting pursuit.

CLIP ran out into the middle of the street and, dropping on one knee, took careful aim and fired again.

The fleeing gangster threw up his arms and pitched forward. It might have been a ruse to get him closer. Clip did not fall into the trap if it was such. The Maddox shipping doors were open, but so blocked by the truck that he had to get down on the pavement and crawl under it to get into the building.

Chris Olsen, the night watch-man, was lying on the floor by the elevator door.

Blood was running from his mouth, but he was conscious and able to speak faintly when Clip raised his head.

“They came through the penthouse,” he mumbled. “Man was hid on top elevator.”

He continued to mumble, but Clip laid him gently on the floor and turned to the stairway door. There was a chance that the silk thieves would use the elevator and try to make their escape with the truck, but Clip figured they would try to get out by the way they had entered.

Anyway, the elevator was at the top floor, according to the indicator, Clip saw as he opened the stairway door. By watching the indicator as he passed each floor level he would know if the elevator started down.

No one challenged him on the first three floors, and the elevator remained stationary. But as he opened the stairway on the fourth and last floor, he was greeted by a fusillade of bullets.

It was a steel-covered fire door, and that saved his life.

Hiding behind it, he fired at the flashes of the guns across the room.

In the darkness of the smoke-filled room he was unable to see the silk thieves, but he knew they were on the narrow stairway which led up to the elevator penthouse.

Risking the chance that one of the robbers might be waiting for him at the head of the penthouse stairs, he stumbled over the bales of silk to the foot of the stairs and sent one bullet up towards the door.

It was not answered.

But the battle was resumed the instant Clip stepped out on the roof.

A gun flashed on the next roof and a bullet flattened itself on the door just above Clip’s head.

There was enough light on the roof for Clip to see the shadowy figure of a man dodge behind the elevator shafthouse on the roof from which the shot had been fired.

Grimly resolved to hold his fire until he had a target Clip tried to run across the roof. Something warm and sticky filled his shoes and he felt his legs wobbling.

From all around him he heard the sirens of approaching fire apparatus and police cars. Ellen had certainly turned in enough alarms, or someone else had.

Three men suddenly stepped out into the open with level guns.

“Put ’em up,” Clip growled.

Their answer was a hail of lead.

Clip saw one of them drop before he himself went down.

He was not conscious of any pain, although he knew that he had been hit and that the men had left him for dead.

He saw two of them start across the roof-tops and watched two others join them.

In an instant later police reserves swarmed over the roofs.

WHEN they found him Clip was propped up on one elbow, snapping his empty gun at the spot where he had last seen the men who had shot him.

After they had taken him downstairs and were about to put him in the ambulance Clip recovered consciousness for a few seconds.

A girl was bending over him, talking and crying. It was Ellen.

“Clip,”, she sobbed. “Why did you have to go get yourself killed ? I didn’t mean it, Clip, honest I didn’t. I woulda married you any day if you’d only asked me. I was proud of you.”

“Listen, lady,” a hospital attendant pleaded, “give him a chance, will you ? He can’t hear a word you’re saying an’ he’s bleeding to death.” (I think it would have been lees awkward or confusing if it had been written as “ambulance attendant” – DLS).

Clip wanted to call him a liar but before he could get the words started everything faded away into drowsy blankness. He woke up in a hospital bed.

Ellen was in the room, but, as she was wearing her street dress and the sun seemed to be shining, Clip concluded it must be the morning after the battle.

She was right at his side the moment he opened his eyes. She kissed him first and then put her fingers firmly over his lips to keep him from trying to speak.

“You’ve been out of your head a whole week, Clip; but the doctors say you’ll get well if you’ll be quiet. I gave you a pint of my own blood and you had to get three pints more besides.” She exclaimed happily, “You killed two of the silk thieves and wounded another one, they caught the other three.”

The nurse warned Ellen not to excite him, but Ellen kept on talking.

“The kid was just a plant; you were right. I telephoned the police the minute you left and then I went out and turned in a fire alarm. As soon as you get well you’re gonna be promoted an’ get a medal. The Maddox Company let me pick out ten dress patterns from everything they had in the house.”

Clip’s stern look was not misunderstood.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Ellen admitted. “You’re saying to yourself that a cop’s wife shouldn’t accept rewards. But darn it, that’s why I picked out good ones. I’ll marry you an’ probably never get a good silk dress as long as I live, so I took enough to last me a few years.”

Ellen stopped to get her breath and Clip cautiously kissed her finger tips.

“No, don’t try to talk,” she warned. “Save your strength. As soon as you can say your part of the ceremony I’m going to marry you.”

—- END

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

“The Woman’s Picture” By Gordon Ray Young (The Cavalier – March 22, 1913)

“THE WOMAN’S PICTURE” By GORDON RAY YOUNG (Found in a 1919 newspaper but originally from The CAVALIER – March 22, 1913. Public Domain)

CAVALIER - March 22, 1913

CAVALIER – March 22, 1913

An Unusual Episode of Life on the Border
Copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co.

I raised my hands.

There was no word spoken. The revolver and behind it the masked face of the highwayman were enough.

For the first time in my life I realized how people felt when they gazed at the muzzle of my gun and trembled before the black mask that I wore.

I remember that I wanted to laugh. The humorous side of the situation appealed to me. I was being held up!

I, Hugh Richmond, whose purse did not contain so much as the value of one gold piece, but whose body, dead or alive, was worth $5,000.

I know that I smiled, and I could see that my smile was disconcerting; therefore I knew that I was face to face with an amateur. I cared little for being held up. In fact, I rather enjoyed the situation.

“Pleasant day,” I ventured.

The gun made a terrific report, and the bullet whizzed dangerously close. After such an answer I kept my lips closed.

My highwayman did not seem to know what to do next, and we sat on our horses at a bend in the mountain road and looked at each other. The first motion he made I knew that he wanted me to dismount, but I pretended not to understand and wrinkled my brow as though puzzled.

“Climb off,” came in a faint whisper.

Then I was puzzled. It was not the hoarse whisper of one who had lost his voice. Of a sudden I understood. My amateur highwayman was more frightened than his victim. He could not even manage his voice. I determined to take advantage of him.

In those days I was a good horseman, and I was mounted on the wisest little mare that ever kicked up dust in a sheriff’s face.

Gently I touched Dolly’s flank with a spur and, keeping my hands aloft, made her plunge from side to side, guiding her with my knees until we were several yards away.

I lowered my hands, leaned forward, chirped in Dolly’s ear, and away we flew.

Bang, bang, bang! All of his shots went wild.

An hour later I smiled to myself and tried to imagine the astonishment that would seize Mr. Amateur if he knew that his revolver had caused Hugh Richmond to lift his hands.

There wasn’t a sheriff in Colorado that didn’t want me. I was wanted on so many charges that I had lost track of them myself.

I only knew that no man—”no, nor woman either, though by your smile”—was my friend.

I sprawled in the sunshine, as I often did, and let my thoughts wander.

At such times I would think of the faces of men and women I had known long ago, and of all those faces there was but one I remembered with tenderness, and that dear, sweet little girl believed that I was dead.

I was worse. Society had driven me out.

Solitude is pleasant enough when you grow tired of the city and are wearied by the restless clatter of industry, but I longed—I actually craved the company of a human being.

But I could have no friends. I knew if I made any sooner or later I would be betrayed, and the horror of  horrors that oppressed my mind was that l might be taken alive.

From where I was it was not far to Pinon, and in Pinon—well, there were people—a dance hall, music, the clatter of voices and the sound of oaths, a ghastly resemblance of a pleasurable life that I had known long ago and in another section of the world.

It was quiet in the Silver Dollar when I rode up, casually glanced at the men in front of the saloon and entered. There were only two or three people in the place. To sit in that hot saloon, reeking with odors that at other times, would have been offensive, was now a pleasure.

At such a  place you meet and see many kinds of people—the vicious and the good gone wrong, who incidentally make up the great percentage of the outcast element; the bad and would like to be bad, the braggart and the hero, faro dealers, rough handed miners and disjointed cowboys.

An hour after I sat down a young man with lily hands entered. I knew him for a gambler or a tenderfoot; and when he placed himself before the tin pan piano and began banging a selection from “II Trovatore” I knew that he was a newcomer and shifted my chair to get a good look at his  face. He was a handsome lad, one of the poetic type.

“Hey,” I shouted softly and in ridicule, “desist from such atrocities.”

He looked at me in amazement.

“You know that piece—you—you!”

And his last word had an altogether different inflection. He was startled and from saucer like eyes stared at me. My first thought was that I had been trapped; that he recognized me as Hugh Richmond.

“What’s the matter?” I demanded.

No answer.

“Tell me. What is the matter?” There was a ring in my voice that he did not disregard, and he answered in a whisper, “Nothing.”

That whisper! He was the amateur highwayman.

We had met again, and I liked the boy. My impressions are not always correct, but they are positive, and if I take a dislike to a man at first sight I would distrust him though we were seated side by side in heaven.

But this lad, this mere youth, this  unsophisticated child of the east, who had no better sense than to attempt highway robbery and three hours later inflict music on his victim, touched my sympathy.

“Well?” I spoke half defiantly because I wanted to make him talk.

“We never met before,” he stammered, coming toward me with the reluctance of one approaching a judgment seat.

“Never,” I answered emphatically.

As he sat down I pushed the bottle toward him, and he grasped it eagerly.

“Good stuff,” he lied politely.

“Damnable,” I rejoined.

“But I think it is good,” he insisted and took another glass of the liquid fire.

“How long?”

“Three weeks,” he replied, embarrassed.

“I am a tenderfoot, the rawest kind and well blistered.”

“How long?” I queried  again.

“God knows. I don’t want to stay any longer than I can help.”

His tongue had been loosened. Three large jolts of whisky—such whisky as comes over the bar of the Sliver Dollar would have loosened the tongue of the Sphinx—and before I realized what was happening he was rapidly whispering into my ears his tale of sorrow.

“I was in a social set that was too high for my purse,” he said. “My family was proud, my name was an open sesame to the exclusive set, but my income was small. My employer trusted me. There is a woman in the case.

“Heaven, such a woman! I am not worthy of her. It was not her fault. And I wish that I could get a start over again, but I’ve hit the trail for hell, and yet she loves me. I couldn’t let her know that I was poor, and I showered her with presents, just as the other fellows did that wanted her to love them, but she turned them away.

“She loved me, do you hear? I gave her everything that money could buy, and then the crash came.

“My own father turned me out of the house. My own mother wouldn’t let me kiss her goodbye. My employer—he was an old friend of the family—said he wouldn’t prosecute, but I was disgraced. The papers had it.

“And then she—she of all women—said that she loved me and always would and said that she was as much to blame as I because she had allowed me to spend money on flowers and take her to the theater—most of the money went for that; but, of course, there was a ring.

“She told me to go west, to go out where money was dug from the ground and fortunes made in a day and to get enough to settle my accounts, and then we would go to some place else and begin life all over again.

“And here I am. But what can I do? How can I  dig gold out of the ground? I know nothing about it. There’s nothing I can do. I’m bad—bad all the way through. My father told me I was. So what’s the use? I don’t care for myself, but for her—for her.”

Tears rose in his eyes, and he cried: “If I could only get a start again for her! I’d slave my life away just to make her happy, for she loves me even after all that.”

He drew a small picture from his pocket, kissed it again and again, then laid it on the table and gazed intently at the sweet, childish face.

I glanced at the picture casually, rose, gripped the table, then sank back, staring into the face of the boy, who failed to notice. I knew her—oh, how well I knew her! And all that he said was true. I glanced around the saloon. It was early. Men were just beginning to drop in. There we sat, the boy and I, men from the far, far east, and each had been driven out, he as the result of a faithlessness to a trust and I—no matter why I came.

There we sat together, he a youth and I a man, and before us lay the picture of a woman whom we both loved.

The boy had fallen across his arms on the table. At first he sighed, and then his heavy breathing told me that he was sleeping. I fell into a reverie.

I had no money. All that I could get hold of went east, passed through the hands of a lawyer and then to— But she never knew whence it came. She believed what the lawyer told her, and he didn’t know the truth.

Still the boy slept.

I speculated on the amount he needed and glanced about the room. I touched him on the shoulder. No answer. I shook him, and he raised his head drowsily.

“How much do you need?”

He was not fully awake.

“Come on; wake up.” And I shook him again.

“What do you want?”

“Come on outside. The fresh air will do you good,” I said.

We went out. “Look here, laddie, I came out west several years ago and struck it rich. I like you, and I know that there is not a streak of bad in you. Now, if I lend you the money will you go back and be a man? When you get on your feet you can pay it back; no hurry, though ”

“Would I—would I? Oh, heavens! Then I could go back like a man and be a man. You must be an angel in disguise!”

“Have you a horse here?”

“No.”

“Well, take mine—over there.” I selected the best one in sight—that is next to Dolly. Explanations at that stage of the game would have been embarrassing.

Then I gave him directions as to how to ride, and told him to make haste.

“I’ll be along pretty soon—in about an hour—but I want you to go now. I will have to go back and find a couple of friends and borrow a few dollars to make up the amount I could get it tomorrow, but I want to see you started back east tomorrow morning. It will be a long ride, but I guess you are good for it, even if you are a tenderfoot.”

He wanted to wait and come with me, but I made him ride off.

Then I went back in. It was a risky proposition, and such a desperate chance that even now I have strange twitching about my heart when I think of it.

There were noise and laughter. The tin pan piano was going its utmost; excited gamblers were plunging heavily at faro bank, and several men were at the bar, when I placed my back to the wall, drew both guns instantly and roared: “Hands up!”

The confusion became silent.

Some turned to the door, bent on taking a chance, but thought better of it, and up went their hands. The bartender hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to drop behind the bar, but be caught my eye and obeyed.

In less time than it takes to tell I had plundered the faro bank—and a goodly roll it was—and asked the bartender to step aside while I emptied the till. He gave me a smile, and I knew by that smile that he was a dangerous man.

I backed to the door, knowing that the moment I stepped outside a fusillade of shots would be sent in my direction. I turned, made two jumps and was astride of Dolly and pounding down the road while the wicked crack of a Winchester troubled my ears. I glanced over my shoulder and could see the white apron about the shadowy form that stood in the doorway. The bartender was a dangerous man, but I had been born under a lucky star.

“What’s all that shooting about?” the boy asked when I overtook him couple of miles farther on.

“A little altercation over a poker game. Come on; we’ll have to ride fast if we make that station in time to catch the morning train.”

After pushing our horses hard and talking but little; we arrived at the station the following morning just as the train whistled in the distance. It’s faint roar grew nearer and nearer until, with a mighty rush it was upon us and the brakes were grinding and creaking.

“If I only knew how I could repay you—I will, but I would like to express my thanks now, and words won’t do it,” he said earnestly as he gripped my hand.

“You can—and fully—for all time.”

“How? Tell me how. I will do anything.”

“Give me that picture of—” and I called the sweet face girl by name.

He reached in his pocket and handed it to me. Again we shook hands. He stepped on the train, and slowly it moved off, and then faster and faster until it was out of sight.

I stood staring after the train and wondering what he would think when he remembered that he had never told me her name—for she was my daughter. (As if you didn’t see that coming a long time ago ! – DLS)

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

(“The Woman’s Picture” was Gordon Young’s very first story, which is kind of generic in my opinion, and it’s a good thing that he got much better to write the classic “Tall in the Saddle. The story was made into the classic 1944 John Wayne movie. However, the story doesn’t have the ol’ timey 1920s and up, hayseed/cowpokin’ Western drawls (“Ye all vermit, I’ze gonna  shoot ya full-a lead for callin’ me lovely hause a gosh dern, rangy mule”), which is a plus.

I thought that the story was going to go one of two ways. He was going to turn himself in for the reward on the condition that it went to the boy (probably thinking about escaping later down the line) or he would have borrowed the other guy little bit of money (if he had any) and win big in a poker game. But it went for the quick and lame “I’ll rob the saloon” ending instead. The poker game is also a used-up plot too, but slightly better.)

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: Popular Magazine (Nov. 1903) First Issue

POPULAR MAGAZINE – Nov. 1903 (First Issue) sold recently on eBay for $214.27

POPULAR MAGAZINE - Nov. 1903 (First Issue)

POPULAR MAGAZINE – Nov. 1903 (First Issue)

First issue of 612 of Street & Smith’s 28 year run Pulp.

Munsey had ARGOSY in 1896. In 1903 POPULAR became it’s first rival, and the second Pulp title (ALL-STORY MAGAZINE by Street & Smith began in 1905).

Authors: “The Rockspur Eleven” (Part 1 of 2) by William Gilbert Patten. Patten, better known by the pseudonym Burt L. Standish , managed to make it into this first issue with the 53 page lead story, such was his popularity still at this time.
After December’s 22 page second part the “Rockspur” team wouldn’t reappear until POPULAR MAGAZINE 1906 (Aug. – Dec.) in the 6 part serial “The Rockspur Nine” as by Burt L. Standish. They would come back with a further 7 series of stories in 1926 to 1927 in Street & Smith’s SPORT STORY MAGAZINE, always the lead story.
After 20 years it’s amazing the Gilbert Patten still remembered writing the first 2 stories.
 
“The Parchment of Mystery” by W. Bert Foster (who did 10 stories from 1922-1927 of “Homer Stillton” in ACE-HIGH MAGAZINE)
 
“…in an unrestored complete well read FAIR/GOOD with no missing pieces other than shown in scans, no tape and brown paper.
I’m thinning out my collection which I have amassed over the last 20 years and I collected based on condition and/or rarity so if you are a high grade collector you won’t be disappointed.”
 
Bookery says: “Scarce” $60.00 – $150.00 – $300.00
 
ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

(as for the cover, well who needs a helmet for football anyway ? HaHa)

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: Fame and Fortune Magazine in the Pulps

Here are 6 very rare FAME AND FORTUNE MAGAZINES and 6 FORTUNE MAGAZINE recent sales from eBay.
As you can see from the prices the conditions of the Pulps doesn’t matter much. Bidding-wise collectors will take whatever condition is available as they are rare to find.

FAME AND FORTUNE MAGAZINE – Second Dec. 1928 recently

FAME AND FORTUNE MAGAZINE - Second Dec. 1928

FAME AND FORTUNE MAGAZINE – Second Dec. 1928

sold on eBay for the fortune of $188.50  6TH issue of 23; the last 6 issues was called FORTUNE STORIES. There was no fortune to be made and the title was cancelled.
 
Authors: “Frank Merriwell and the Wall Street Wizard” (‘Frank Merriwell’ appearance) by Burt L. Standish (ghost written by Warren Elliot Carleton),
“A Problem in Pharmacy” by Graham Black (a publishers pseudonym, but really by Paul S. Powers in one of his rare non-Western stories. The only others I see is his first 3 published stories in WEIRD TALES (of all things), 3 more in FAME AND FORTUNE), a story in 10 STORY BOOK – Feb. 1928, and a single in ACTION STORIES – July 1925 “Hand of the North” (which is probably a Western),
“A Flyer in Zeps” (4TH ‘ “Windy” Bellows’ appearance of 12) by George M. Rock
 
“OVERALL nice copy of this elusive issue except for bottom right area where there is small piece missing. Most overhang still present and along right edge where there is also paper loss.
Nice, near complete, bold spine. Nice back cover with overhang gone at bottom edge. 
Pages above average for a pulp mag.”

FAME AND FORTUNE MAGAZINE – Second April 1929 recently sold

on eBay for the same $188.50

AND FORTUNE MAGAZINE - Second April 1929

AND FORTUNE MAGAZINE – Second April 1929

14TH issue of 23
 Authors: “Frank Merriwell’s Lucky Dollar” by Burt L. Standish (ghost written by Warren Elliot Carleton),
“In the Show Window” by Robert V. Kramer (by Paul S. Powers),
“A Whirl at the Big Top” (Part 2 of 3)  by Lawrence Derry (by George C. Jenks, who did the ‘Billy West/Circle J’ series in WILD WEST WEEKLY)
 
“OVERALL nice copy of this elusive issue except for top right area where there has been some fraying and paper loss but no text is affected. Most overhang still present. Nice, complete, bold spine. Very nice back cover. Pages above average for a pulp mag. Back cover nice.”


 

FORTUNE STORIES – Oct. 1929 sold for $431.06

FORTUNE STORIES - Oct. 1929

FORTUNE STORIES – Oct. 1929

Authors: “Briggs of Wall Street” by John Sterling Dykes (by Paul Chadwick),
“The White-Collar Man” (Part 1 of 2) by Theodore Winn (by Warren Elliot Carleton)altus_press_logo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FAME AND FORTUNE MAGAZINE, Lot of 4 Issues 1929 sold for $2,300.00

AND FORTUNE MAGAZINE - Second Feb. 1929 (The 1ST SHADOW ???)

FAME AND FORTUNE MAGAZINE – Second Feb. 1929 (The 1ST SHADOW ???)

Second Feb. 1929, Second March 1929, Second April 1929, First May 1929

Authors: Second Feb.: “Expenses- Plus” (8TH appearance of ‘ “Windy” Bellows’ of 12) by George M. Rock,
“The Shadow of Wall Street” by Frank S. Lawton (by George C. Jenks)(and),
“His Big Chance” by Lester F. Stoughton (by Paul S. Powers (and)),
“Sold Out” by Robert V. Kramer (by Warren Elliot Carleton, who wrote the ‘Dusty Radburn’, ‘Sailor Anson’, ‘Brick and Boots’ and ‘Bronc Evans’ series at WILD WEST WEEKLY)

Bookery says: “Classic cover: shrouded figure hovers over stock exchange $80.00 –  $200.00 – $400.00
I think they are trying to imply that Street & Smith publishers or Walter Gibson may have seen the cover and “Shadow” character, then created The SHADOW after that image. I don’t buy that. That’s like saying George W. Trendle and Fran Striker saw the 3 issues of WORLD ADVENTURE (Jan. – March 1934) with “The Hornet Stings”, “The Hornet and the Vulture” and ““Crush That Hornet – Jerry Bonner”” by Samuel Merwin and then created The Green Hornet from ‘that’ Hornet character. WORLD ADVENTURE was just as obsure as FAME AND FORTUNE. Could “this” Shadow have been forewarning of the Wall Street Crash of 1929 (eight months later (Black Tuesday (October 29, 1929). 
 
Second March 1929: Authors: “Rogues of Wall Street” by Frank S. Lawton (by Warren Elliot Carleton),
“The Rocket Car” by George M. Rock,
“Bonds and Black Cats” by Lester F. Stoughton (by Paul Chadwick, who wrote the SECRET AGENT “X” series),
 “Check, Please !” by Franklin P. Styles (by Jack Bechdolt)

Second April 1929: see above listing

FAME AND FORTUNE MAGAZINE - Second April 1929 (another copy)

FAME AND FORTUNE MAGAZINE – Second April 1929 (another copy)

FAME AND FORTUNE MAGAZINE - Second March 1929

FAME AND FORTUNE MAGAZINE – Second March 1929

 

First May 1929: Authors: “Movie Money” (11TH ‘ “Windy” Bellows’ appearance of 12) by George M. Rock,
“Gypsies of the Air” (Part 1 of 3) by Will Lambert (by Warren Elliot Carleton),

FAME AND FORTUNE MAGAZINE - First May 1929

FAME AND FORTUNE MAGAZINE – First May 1929


“Pawns of Wall Street” by Frank S. Lawton (by Paul Chadwick),
“The Slow Account” by Lester F. Stoughton (by Jack Bechdolt)
 
“Each issue contains a complete novelette, a serial, and some short stories. 
Many with stories of Wall Street ironically in the months just before it crashed.
These magazines are generally in good condition. Some of them do have light critter damage and tears along the edges, or stains to the exteriors. The interiors are clean and complete, with toned but not brittle pages.
 First May 1929 has some moisture stains on the back cover that also affects around 10 pages along the top and bottom.”
 
FORTUNE STORY MAGAZINE, Lot of 5 Issues 1929 sold for  $1,675.00
July 1929, Aug. 1929, Sept. 1929, Nov. 1929, Dec. 1929

 

FORTUNE STORIES - July 1929

FORTUNE STORIES – July 1929

Authors: July 1929: “Frank Merriwell’s Crooked Tip”

by Burt L. Standish

(ghost written by Warren Elliot Carleton),
“Simplified Parking” by George M. Rock,
“The Skyscraper Builder” (Part 2 of 3) by Theodore Winn (by Warren Elliot Carleton)

Aug. 1929: Authors: “The Magic Million” by John Sterling Dykes

(by Paul Chadwick),

“The Shoe-String Fortune” (Part 1 of 2) by Lawrence Derry (by Warren Elliot Carleton),
“The Skyscraper Builder” (Part 3 of 3) by Theodore Winn (by Warren Elliot Carleton)

FORTUNE STORIES - Sept. 1929

FORTUNE STORIES – Sept. 1929

FORTUNE STORIES - Aug. 1929

FORTUNE STORIES – Aug. 1929

Sept. 1929: Authors: “The $20,000 Bill” by Frank S. Lawton (by Warren Elliot Carleton),
“The Shoe-String Fortune”  (Part 2 of 2) by Lawrence Derry (by Warren Elliot Carleton),
“The Saving Hobby” by  Franklin P. Styles (by Jack Bechdolt)

Nov. 1929: Authors: “Never Say Dye” Last ‘“Windy” Bellows’ appearance of 12) by George M. Rock,
“Making His Millions” by Frank S. Lawton (by Paul Chadwick),
“The Air Taxi” (Part 1 of 2) by Will Lambert (by Warren Elliot Carleton),
“The White-Collar Man” (Part 2 of 2) by Theodore Winn (by Warren Elliot Carleton)

Dec. 1929: (Last Issue) Authors: “”His Wall Street Double” by John Sterling Dykes (by Paul Chadwick),
 “For the Franchise” by Wesley Henshaw (by Warren Elliot Carleton),
“The Shipbuilder” by Lawrence Derry (by Warren Elliot Carleton),

“The Air Taxi” (Part 2 of 2) by Will Lambert (by Warren Elliot Carleton, trying to make his fortune,
it seems, with 3 stories in this issue)

FORTUNE STORIES - Dec. 1929

FORTUNE STORIES – Dec. 1929

FORTUNE STORIES - Nov. 1929

FORTUNE STORIES – Nov. 1929

 

 

 

 

 

“Each magazine measures 7″ x 10” and has around 128 pages. Published by Street and Smith Corporation. This short lived title was formerly known as Fame and Fortune Magazine. Each issue contains a complete novelette, a serial, and some short stories. 
Many with stories of Wall Street ironically just before and after it crashed.

These magazines are generally in good condition. Some of them do have light critter damage and tears along the edges, or stains to the exteriors.  The interiors are clean and complete, with toned but not brittle pages.”

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

 

 

 

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: All-Story Magazine (Jan. 1905) (First Issue)

ALL-STORY MAGAZINE – Jan. 1905 (First Issue) recently sold on eBay for $392.00

ALL-STORY MAGAZINE - Jan. 1905 (Spine)

ALL-STORY MAGAZINE – Jan. 1905 (Spine)

ALL-STORY MAGAZINE - Jan. 1905 (First Issue)

ALL-STORY MAGAZINE – Jan. 1905 (First Issue)

First Issue of 444. The third Pulp title after ARGOSY and POPULAR MAGAZINE.


Authors: “The Goal of a Million” (Part 1 of 5) by William Wallace Cook;
“When Time Slipped a Cog” (Part 1 of 5) by W. Bert Foster (25 page sci-fi story) (and);
“Those Rossiter Rubies” by Edgar Franklin;
“In Fear of – What ?” (Part 1 of 4) by Bertram Lebhar;
“The Great Sleep Tanks” (8 page sci-fi story)


“…in an unrestored complete well read FAIR/GOOD with no missing pieces other than shown in scans,
tape as shown and brown paper. I’m thinning out my collection which I have amassed over the last 20 years

ALL-STORY MAGAZINE - Jan. 1905 Back Cover)

ALL-STORY MAGAZINE – Jan. 1905 Back Cover)

and I collected based on condition and/or rarity so if you are a high grade collector you won’t be disappointed.” 

Bookery says: “Due to poor paper quality, all issues are rather uncommon, with high grade copies of any issues Scarce, and in many cases probably non-existent.
Availability of individual issues varies widely, with some being quite rare”
$150.00 – $375.00 – $750.00
When is the last time a First Issue of ALL-STORY MAGAZINE came on the market ?

This is one of those issues when a collector will almost always take whatever condition that becomes available.

ALL-STORY MAGAZINE - Jan. 1905 Title Page)

ALL-STORY MAGAZINE – Jan. 1905 Title Page)

 

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

 

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: Popular Western (Nov. 1934) (First Issue)

POPULAR WESTERN – Nov. 1934 (First Issue) recently sold on eBay for $133.50POPULAR WESTERN - Nov. 1934 (First Issue)

Authors: “The Sheriff of Painted Post” (The FIRST app. “Sheriff Blue Steele” of at least 102) by Tom Gunn (pseudonym of Syl MacDowell);
“The Devil’s Double” by Herbert A. Woodbury;
Clee Woods; Forbes Parkhill; Wilton West

“HIGH GRADE ! in an unrestored complete glossy FINE with no missing pieces, no tape and tan pages. I’m thinning out my collection which I have amassed over the last 20 years and I collected based on condition and/or rarity so if you are a high grade collector you won’t be disappointed.”

Bookery says: Scarce $40.00 – $100.00 – $200.00

Someone made a nice addition to their collection.

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: Smashing Novels Magazine (July 1936)

SMASHING NOVELS MAGAZINE – July 1936 recently sold on eBay for $87.76SMASHING NOVELS MAGAZINE - July 1936

Authors: “The Paper Tiger” by Arthur J. Burks;
“Wild Horse Valley” by Alan M. Emley (pseudonym of Alan Lemay);
“The Phantom of Forgotten River” by W. Ryerson Johnson;
“The Eighteenth Leap” by Vingie E. Roe (reprinted from EVERYBODY’S MAGAZINE – March 1921)


“…in an unrestored glossy FINE with no missing pieces, no tape and off-white paper.
Signed by W. Ryerson Johnson on inside titles page as shown.
I’m thinning out my collection which I have amassed over the last 20 years and I collected based on condition and/or rarity so if you are a high grade collector you won’t be disappointed”

The note by the W. Ryerson Johnson autograph appears to say, “First novelette I ever sold.”
From the FictionMags Index, beginning in 1923 Johnson wrote many short stories, but up until July 1936 he had also managed to sell 5 longer novelette: “Deep Black” in  TOP-NOTCH MAGAZINE – Second Jan. 1930 (his 4th published story);
SMASHING NOVELS MAGAZINE - July 1936 (Signed title page)“Gondola Gold” in COWBOY STORIES – April 1934;
“Rodeo Bride” in WESTERN ROMANCES – April 1936;
“Gun Waif” in WESTERN ACES – June – 1936;
and “Guns for Hire” in  THRILLING RANCH STORIES – July 1936
(there were two DOC SAVAGE stories written also with Lester Dent)

Bookery says: “Scarce” $30.00 – $75.00 – $150.00

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: Tales of Magic and Mystery, and Mind Magic

TALES OF MAGIC and MYSTERY – Jan. 1928 sold recently on eBay for $84.00

“…the January 1928 (vol. 1, no. 2) issue of the rare pulp,

TALES OF MAGIC and MYSTERY - Jan. 1928

TALES OF MAGIC and MYSTERY – Jan. 192

Tales of Magic and Mystery”, which was a short-lived competitor to “Weird Tales”.

 

The magazine was edited by Walter Gibson, future author of “The Shadow,” and he wrote most of the non-fiction articles to appear in the magazine.

Authors include Frank Owen.

Condition is good to very good; front cover has overall wear, with many creases, edge tears and light stains.

The spine is complete but stained (note that, as printed, the spine is blank).
Back cover is similar to the front, with some writing in pencil.
Paper is yellow and supple.

A respectable copy of a rare pulp.”

Authors: “Tomorrow’s Paper” by Charlton Lawrence Edholm (reprinted from BRIEF STORIES – Dec. 1924);
“The Yellow Pool” by Frank Owen (reprinted from BRIEF STORIES – Nov. 1923)
(this pseudonym by him, of his two, wasn’t prolific, but it’s worthy of note (with no comment, LoL): Hung Long Tom);

“The Black Pagoda” (Part 2 of 3)(reprinted from BRIEF STORIES – Aug. 1924);
“The Comic Mask” (reprinted from BRIEF STORIES – March 1924);

“The Temple of Fire” and “Houdini in Europe” were both by Walter B. Gibson as Anonymous;
“Number Magic” by Astro (which is another article by Gibson);
he also ghost wrote “A Burmese Adventure” as by Howard Thurston. All four are articles.
All 5 issues were edited by Gibson.

Bookery say: Scarce $100.00 – $250.00 – $500.00
It also says 4 pseudonyms by Gibson (I’m not sure that I would call anonymous articles as pseudonyms).

TALES OF MAGIC and MYSTERY – March 1928 sold recently on eBay for $536.01

“The indicative prices are based on the Bookery Guide so,

Contains the first appearance of H. P. Lovecraft’s Cool Air.

TALES OF MAGIC and MYSTERY - March 1928

TALES OF MAGIC and MYSTERY – March 1928

Pages white. Better than very good.”

Authors: “Cool Air” by H. P. Lovecraft (6 short pages);
“The Nerve Specialist” by Newton A. Fuessle  (6 pages)(reprinted from BRIEF STORIES – April 1924);

All the rest are articles of the 72 pages.
“Adventures of Astro I — The Unaccountable Disappearance of John Hudson” by Anon. (by Gelett Burgess)(short story “The Master of Mysteries” (Bobbs 1912) as “Missing John Hudson”;
“Further Famous Escapes of Harry Houdini” by Walter B. Gibson;
“Magic Pictorial” by Anon. (Gibson);
“Adventures in Mind-Reading” by Bernard Perry (Gibson);
“The Famous Japanese Decapitation Mystery” by Anon. (Gibson);
The Girl Who Was Buried Alive;  Howard Thurston (ghost written by Walter B. Gibson)

I’m not sure I could have paid $500 plus for a minor 6 page Lovecraft story.

MIND MAGIC – June 1931 (First Issue) sold recently on eBay for $54.00

Mind Magic” was a rare fantasy pulp, running for four issues in 1931.

MIND MAGIC - June 1931 (First Issue)

MIND MAGIC – June 1931 (First Issue)

It was published by the same publisher that put out the spicy pulp, “Paris Nights,” and many artists and authors worked for both.

This… is for the first issue, dated June 1931.

Authors include Manly Wade Wellman, better known for his work in “Weird Tales.”

Condition is fair; front cover has overall wear and creasing, as well as spine tape.

The back cover is a photocopy.

Paper is various degrees of tan (except for the middle 16 pages, which are printed on a higher quality paper and are off-white) but still supple, with a few tears.

While not in great shape, it’s tough to find in any condition.”

Authors: “Faithful Footsteps” by Manly Wade Wellman;
“The Black Art of Eric Hampt” by Frank Kenneth Young (only semi-prolific).
“In the Second Astral” (Part 1 of 4)(at 14 pages);
“From an Old Egyptian Tomb”;
“Don’t Take That Gun !” She Warned Them”;
“The Opened Door”;
“The Grey Mists Cleared and She Returned by the Power of Love” (2 pages)

Only 7 short stories from the 64 pages. The rest of the issue is taken up by 10 articles.

Bookery say: Scarce $80.00 – $200.00 – $400.00
(which is a bit more than some truly Rare and Very Rare Pulps, which also goes for TALES OF MAGIC and MYSTERY).

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

 

 

 

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: Flying Stories (Oct. and Dec. 1929)

FLYING STORIES – Oct. 1929 sold recently on eBay for $34.04FLYING STORIES - Oct. 1929

“Flying Stories” was a rare bedsheet pulp published by MacFadden, running for 20 issues between 1928 and 1930.

This… is for the October 1929 issue.

Authors include Frederick Nebel (with a serial installment of “The Scourge of the South Sea Skies”) and Laurence Donovan

Condition is fair; front cover has overall wear, creasing, tears and a small piece missing at the top.

The spine has portions missing.
The back cover is missing, and there’s a piece out of pages 95 and 96 which affects ads, but not any story text.
Paper is a higher quality paper than the usual pulp paper and is off-white and supple.

While not in great shape, it’s tough to find this title in any condition.”

The cover also looks like it has a tear through 1/2 to 3/4’s of the cover from the top mid-spine, moving right to the female aviator’s helmet, then moving south to the eagles’ wing. It also splits 1/4 way through into another tear heading up through the entire “F” in FLYING.

Bookery: “Scarce to Rare” $30.00 – $75.00 – $150.00

This is one of those Pulps mentioned in Bookery in which collectors have to grab whatever copy they can find, no matter the condition. You never know when another copy of the title will show or a particular issue.
The second series of 6 issues in 1930, put out by Good Story Magazines (with the same logo), is probably even more scarce being a ‘real’ Pulp.

This same copy is at Galactic Central, but the original owner took a lousy picture of it. This photograph was much better.

This issue has 5 short stories and 7 articles/columns/transcripts.

Authors: “The Death Jinx” (Part 1 of 3) by Edwin Vernon Burkholder (who wrote the 19 “Hook McGuire” series as George Allan Moffatt in The SHADOW);
“The Scourge of the South Sea Skies” by Frederick L. Nebel (Part 2 of 3)

Frederick L. Nebel (FictionMags says it’s a novel, but at only 6 pages that doesn’t seem possible, even being a bedsheet. Maybe they are adding all 3 parts of the serial together);
“His Fear of Being Afraid” by L. P. Holmes (who had a ton of stories in the Pulps);
“No Man’s Air” (Part 4 of 4) by Capt. J. I. Lawrence;

the 4 page manuscript “Grim Missiles from the Sky” is by Laurence Donovan;
the longest item in the issue is the 9 page “Flying Stories Told in Pictures”

Way back in March 2016 a much better Dec. 1929 issue went for a “Buy It Now” of $75.00FLYING STORIES - Dec. 1929

14TH issue of 14 of the Macfadden Publications bedsheet series.

Authors: “The Cloud Plotters” by Laurence Donovan;
“The Pilot Who Saw Things” by Jackson Scholz;
“The Death Jinx” (Part 3 of 3) by Edwin Vernon Burkholder;

“The Golden Eagle” (Part 2 of 5) by Guy Fowler (it continued when Good Story Magazine Company took over in Feb. 1930)(Guy Fowler wasn’t very prolific but he managed to find his way into all the scarce and Very Rare Pulp titles: BRIEF STORIES, GHOST STORIES, FLYING STORIES, COMPLETE MOVIE NOVEL MAGAZINE, RED BLOODED STORIES, FIGHTING ROMANCES from the WEST and EAST, SUBMARINE STORIES, and BLUE BAND MAGAZINE)

“Charles Lindbergh Aviation. All the pages are wavy as if once exposed to moisture. Yet no stuck pages and no smell. Pricing takes that into account. Really scarce issue.”

Having seen the copy it is truly in VFN+/perhaps up to NM- condition. The wavy pages are very, very light, almost imperceptible, with only some noticeable pinkish bleed into the inner back cover. I’ve seen brand new, fresh newsstand magazines having 10 time worse wavy pages than this copy.

Just 11 cover images are at Galactic Central of the 20 issues, but of those the Dec. 1929 issue has the weakest, less dramatic cover. Still, it is a scarce Bedsheet Pulp.

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

 

 

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: Confessions of a Stool Pigeon (1931)

Confessions of a Stool Pigeon (1931)

Confessions of a Stool Pigeon (1931)

The CONFESSIONS OF A STOOL PIGEON (By One of Them) sold recently on eBay for $263.89

“The Confessions of a Stool Pigeon, by One of Them, 1931.

Pyramid Publishing of Cincinnati turned out this gem at the height of the dees-dem-dose era.

It’s actually a full-length gangster novel, printed anonymously in the oversized “bedsheet” pulp format.
Illustrated with lots of great period newspaper clippings and some pretty spicy drawings.

But the best part is a gangster slang glossary. That section will save you from calling some skirt a Maggie when she might only be a Jane, or wondering how someone known to be eating snowballs could have hopped a rattler…

Note: …oversized pulp.

Condition:

Front cover: Light edge wear, tiny corner chip

The Confessions of a Stool Pigeon (1931 interior)

The Confessions of a Stool Pigeon (1931 interior)

bottom right, stress marks, very faint dust shadow along the top inch or so.

 

Back cover: About the same condition as the front cover, maybe slightly more edge wear.

Spine: Moderate wear, complete, unfaded.

Pages: Light tan, flexible, clean. The first few pages have chipped corners at the bottom (very small chips, nowhere near the text).
One folded signature, comprising pages 25-28, wasn’t inserted correctly during binding. As a result, the staples only grazed it, without actually securing it, and it’s loose.
But it’s there and it stays in place just fine.”

Bookery says: Bedsheet – “Rare” (“Seldom offered for sale…in most cases there may be fewer than a couple dozen existing copies” (less than 24 – DLS))
$90.00 – $225.00 – $450.00

But is it “truly” a “Pulp” ? Galactic Central says: “Although listed in the Adventure House Guide, this was copyrighted as a “pamphlet” and is not really a magazine.”
It’s not a “pamphlet” that you or I would be familiar with as it’s quite a large 10 1/2” X 12 1/2” (or so). It has a thicker than normal quality of paper for it’s slick, glossy cover and flat-edged pulp paper, one (true ?) story magazine.

INTRODUCTION By the author of “The Last Mile, “The Big House,” etc.

“CONFESSIONS OF A STOOL PIGEON” is the most amazing , authentic, staggering document I have ever read.

And no one on earth has ever read more genuine and synthetic “inside stuff,” “Lowdown,” and graveyard” on crime, corruption, rackets and police methods than I have. As the author of hundreds of underworld stories such as “The Last Mile,” “The Big House,” “Put on the Spot,” “Gangster Girl,” and “Glossary of Thieves’ Slang,” as well as being the editor of a newspaper feature section with a circulation of 10,000,000 weekly which goes in considerably for crime news, I have thousands of “true” and fiction stories submitted to me. Scores of ex-convicts , as soon as they are “sprung” beta to my threshold to pour out exposés, confessions, grapevine secrets.

I have become hard-boiled on such copy and had begun to wonder weather it is worth while to read any more of it at all. Then I started glancing lackadaisically at the typed sheets of the “The Confessions of a Stool Pigeon” ! I sat far into the night to finish it.

I do not know who wrote the stuff. It was sent to me by an agent as a possible newspaper serial. And I turned it down. I couldn’t publish it in the heterogeneous newspapers of a vast syndicate. It was too good. It was too true. It was too strong.

But I, myself – fed up on the yarns of crooks and cops, hustlers and grifters and gangsters, hop-heads and dope-peddlers, bootleggers and white-slavers and scarlet madams – I read with fascinated concentration exclusive, incisive, penetrating and devastating denouement of lust and greed, larceny and oppression, bribery and brutality in the gun-in-hand and hand in glove partnership of ruthlessly rapacious officers of the law and harpies who trade on them while they use them to trade alike on the innocent and the helpless guilty.

No more terrific indictment (and conviction) of the American modern civilization could be more formulated. No more photographic evidence of community shame could be presented than this shameless rectal.

No one but a rascally rat could have written it. This must not be from observation or investigation, but from life, first-hand. So its author was not spurred by any lofty urges for helping mankind. It is no remorseful gesture for the common good. It is the last desperate sell-out of a double-crossing parasite who trades with and against criminal coppers for a share of the shakedown. But, whoever he is, he has in a cold-blooded way done a big, important, if not nobly inspired work.

It is the custom, in writing forwards for such a book, to say they “Will open the eyes of America.” Well, my eyes were pretty wide open before I read this one.
AND IT OPENED MINE. Jack Lait.”

Jack Lait and ''Gus'' (of ''Gus and Gussie'')

Jack Lait and ”Gus” (of ”Gus and Gussie”)

Next page:
PUBLISHER’S NOTE

If there is any question in the reader’s mind about the rackets described herein, the truth of each can be verified by a reference to any metropolitan newspaper file. Every racket exposed in the book has a parallel case in the newspapers. But until we were able to induce the author, himself a racketeer, to uncover the rottenness of this business, the inside dope on how it is done under police protection has never before been exposed.

There is food for thought for every public-spirited citizen in this expose. It should make each and every one of us wonder what the future holds in store for our country unless the racketeer is stopped in his tracks.
THE PUBLISHERS.”

And two pages after:
FORWARD
In order that no innocent guys will be put on the spot for the dope herein, I’m tipping you guys that I’ve camouflaged the monickers (as written – DLS) and places mentioned. If you spot in this your own racket, that’s okey (as written – DLS) by me. If you think you’ve got a line on the author, that’s okey with me too. But before you bump anyone off for this job, just be sure you’re giving the right guy the works. Don’t forget, we all hate the bulls.
Very truly yours,
THE STOOL PIDGEON.”

At the very end of the story it says, “Remember !!! THE NIGHT CLUB RACKET will be on the Newsstands SOON. Watch For It ! It’s Got Them All Beat !”

The above was taken from my own pretty beat, dry-papered copy, won back in 2010.

So is it a “Pulp” ? I’ll leave that up to you to decide.

It’s a wonder this hasn’t been reprinted by now.

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: Far West Stories (Oct. 1931) and Far West Romances (April 1932)

A Far West Stories and Far West Romances set of 2 magazines recently sold on eBay for $221.39

FAR WEST STORIES – Oct. 1931 (Issue 75 of 84)

FAR WEST STORIES - Oct. 1931

FAR WEST STORIES – Oct. 1931

Authors: All but one 9 page story (?) are reprints from the early 1921-1925 WESTERN STORY MAGAZINE. And I would question that one story because it’s strange a ‘not-a- big-name in Westerns’ would have the only original story, and no cover spot.

 

Walt Coburn, Howard E. Morgan, Robert Ormond Case, Roy W. Hinds, Christopher B. Booth (non-reprint (?))

Bookery: FAR WEST STORIES are listed as “Scarce” and $15.00 – $35.00 – $75.00

 

FAR WEST ROMANCES – April 1932 (Issue 81 of 84)

Authors: Jack Bechdolt, Isabel S. Way,

FAR WEST ROMANCES - April 1932

FAR WEST ROMANCES – April 1932

Cliff Walters, C. Wiles Hallock

 

Bookery: FAR WEST ROMANCES are listed as “Rare” and $20.00 – $50.00 – $100.00

FAR WEST ROMANCES - April 1932 (Back Cover)

FAR WEST ROMANCES – April 1932 (Back Cover)

 

 

“…lot of 2 streets & smiths far west magazines oct. 1931 & april 1932 both. Have all pages except 1932 back cover is missing part of page.”

I would say it’s missing 2/3’s of it’s back cover.

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: Westland Love Magazine (March 1934)

Westland Love Magazine – March 1934 recently sold on eBay for $174.26 3RD Issue of 5.

Authors: Howard E. Morgan, Myrtle Juliette Corey;

WESTLAND LOVE MAGAZINE - March 1934

WESTLAND LOVE MAGAZINE – March 1934

H. Ralph Goller (there’s a Ralph Goller who had only one other story in the equally Rare ZOOM – Aug./Sept. 1931);
Clyde Wilson (this is either one of the 2 Clyde Wilson’s in the FictionMags Index or a completely new one.
Clyde B. Wilson had 8 stories published in 1915, 1917-1919, 1927 and 1929 in the ‘big name’ titles: ARGOSY, BLUE BOOK, ALL-STORY WEEKLY, PEOPLE’S, COMPLETE STORIES, and finally in REAL DETECTIVE TALES AND MYSTERY STORIES.
Just Clyde Wilson had 3 published stories: 1931 WESTERN ROMANCES – May 1931 (I’m thinking he’s probably this one), 1938 THRILLING WONDER STORIES, and a 1942 WESTERN ACES.

 

“1931 vol 1 #3… all pages are attached to the binding over all in very nice condition top cover has crease”

Copies are so scarce that there are no cover images of ANY copy in Galactic Central; here is one finally.
Bookery says, “Rare” $20.00 – $50.00 – $100.00

I’d figure it’s in the $175.00 to $275.00 price range also for the true rarity of the title.

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: Pirate Stories 1934 and 1935

PIRATE STORIES - Nov. 1934

PIRATE STORIES – Nov. 1934

Here are 3 recent eBay sales of PIRATE STORIES plus a little extra…

PIRATE STORIES – Nov. 1934 sold for $35.00
First Issue of 6.

Cover by Sidney Rosenberg

Authors: “Pirate Guns” by  F. V. W. Mason;
“Scourge of the Main” by James Perley Hughes

“..a Gernsback publication.
These are some of the premiere collectibles in pulps, with lurid and colorful action covers, including good girl, bad girl, and plenty of blood, violence and torture.

Minor chipping and edgewear and spine bumping, plus some light soiling.
A bit of paper loss at the upper right corner, plus tape repairs to the spine, which has been partially restored.
The top and bottom ends have been replaced.
Otherwise it’s intact and pretty bright and tight.

PIRATE STORIES - Nov. 1934 (Not so nice)

PIRATE STORIES – Nov. 1934 (Not so nice)

By and large, the spine is amazingly bright and complete.
We graded this magazine as generally in Good to Very Good condition except as noted.”

Another copy of Nov. 1934 also sold for $35.00
“I am no expert but I would say this book is in Fair Condition. This book is very old and shows its age.
The cover has chips and creases around the edges.
The spine is taped. There is a tear on the front cover which has been taped as well.”

PIRATE STORIES – Jan. 1935 sold for $114.51
Second Issue of 6.

Cover by Ray Wardel

Authors: “Pirate Wings” by Reg Dinsmore (of the 4 writers only Dinsmore is semi-prolific);

PIRATE STORIES - Jan. 1935

PIRATE STORIES – Jan. 1935

“Skull Island”; “Treachery of Mow Ghee”; “Submarine Hold-Up”

this short-lived Hugo Gernsback pulp experiment, complete with a “yellow peril” cover (by Ray Wardel) and a piece on Jean Lafitte.
As I’ve said before, any pulp collection without an issue of Pirate Stories is only fit for soaking up bilge water.


Condition: Front cover: Light edge wear, small overhang piece nibbled away (right edge, next to the “15”), a few stress marks, a couple of reading creases, light soiling.
Back cover: A little nicer than the front cover.
Spine: Complete, very slightly faded, very light overall wear.
Pages: Deep beige, flexible, clean.”

Bookery states: “Uncommon” $30.00 – $75.00 – $150.00


And here’s an extra just because it came up in the “Pirate Stories” search, and the condition and price it went for…

PEP STORIES - April 1929

PEP STORIES – April 1929

PEP STORIES – April 1929 sold for $53.65

Complete but fragile. Cover detached. Fair condition…

Hello All. This week I am liquidating my entire men’s magazine collection.
Not holding anything back… All are complete unless otherwise notated in the condition description. above.
…Also I will attempt to assign a grade but with these magazines I find them hard to grade.
Keep in mind these magazines are between 50-75 years old and most are extremely rare in any condition…
As I am selling off my collection and selling these at no reserve I am not offering returns on these. They are being sold as-is.”

With a detached cover this issue still sold for a little over $50.00

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: Brief Stories (December 1925)

BRIEF STORIES - Dec. 1925

BRIEF STORIES – Dec. 1925

2 copies of BRIEF STORIES – Dec. 1925 sold recently on eBay for $132.49 and $318.13 !

 

BRIEF STORIES - Dec. 1925 (better copy side)

BRIEF STORIES – Dec. 1925 (Extremely Nice Spine)

Authors: “A Desert “Sheek” ” by Erle Stanley Gardner (at this time Gardner was doing the ‘Speed Dash – “The Human Fly” ‘ series over at TOP-NOTCH MAGAZINE;
“In Old Port Royal: V – Not Always to the Strong” (6TH “Port Royal” appearance of 14) by Ian Hopel ;
Isabelle Stewart Way;  Howard R. Marsh (semi-prolific);
“The Tale of Ah Foo’s Rat” by Howard Rockey (only slightly prolific)
“”This magazine is from my Uncle’s estate. It has not been professionally graded. Please see the pictures for the true description. If I see any writing on the pages, I will show…it.- …”

Looks to have 1/2 spine split (4″ at the bottom),BRIEF STORIES - Dec. 1925 (Dry pages and beat)

dry pages, and lot of old moisture staining/damage (especially noticeable on both covers (I would say 1/5 to 1/4 of the front cover). Still, this copy went for around $132.50.BRIEF STORIES - Dec. 1925 (Dry pages and beat Side Spine)

The better copies description is: “VG+ Rare 1925 Pulp magazine in fantastic shape for its age! Light tears around edges of cover and a small amount of corner chipping on a few inside pages are the only significant flaws on this otherwise very presentable copy.”

SHORT STORIES - June - 10, 1935

SHORT STORIES – June – 10, 1935

BRIEF STORIES - Dec. 1925 (Dry pages and beat Back cover)

Back Cover Moisture Staining

Bookery say, “Scarce” $15.00 – $30.00 – $75.00
Due to the similarities of logo design from 1924 to 1927 on BRIEF STORIES and the logo from SHORT STORIES (“STORIES’ is an exact copy !) you would think BRIEF STORIES was a sister or companion to the other, but they’re not related.
BRIEF STORIES was put out by The Houston Publishing Co. and Personal Arts Co. between 1924-1927 and SHORT STORIES by Doubleday, Page & Co., Inc., NY between 1910-1937. “Curiouser and curiouser.”
ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

Pulps Pricing Sales Census: All Star Detective Stories (Feb. 1931) and All Star Detective (May 1942)

Here are two recent eBay sales of ALL STAR DETECTIVE:ALL STAR DETECTIVE - Feb. 1931

 

ALL STAR DETECTIVE STORIES – Feb. 1931 recently sold for $25.87

Authors: “Coffins for Six !” by Erle Stanley Gardner;
“The Death Feast” by H. H. Matteson;
“The Ghost Canoe” by Leslie McFarlane

 

No description given “This magazine is from my Uncle’s estate. It has not been professionally graded…. see the pictures for the true description. If I see any writing on the pages, I will show a photo of it. Please look at the photos to determine the condition.”

Kind of beat, yellowing paper, and front cover is detached. Still this Clayton Pulp sold for close to $30.00.

 

ALL STAR DETECTIVE – May 1942 recently sold for $114.38

Second and Last Issue, although it says issue 3. ALL STAR DETECTIVE - May 1942NOT the same series as the above Clayton title, but a Manvis Publications, Inc./Red Star/Tmely-Marvel Comics/Martin Goodman Pulp.

 

Authors:
“The Last Corpse Will Have Red Lips” by Edward Ronns (pseudonym of Edward S. Aarons, who did The ANGEL DETECTIVE Pulp for Mavis. He also wrote the 42 series of CIA agent Sam Durell/”Assignment” (and) in paperbacks (1955-1976));
Murder Merry-Go-Round” by W. T. Ballard;
“Name the Dragon’s Next Victim” by G. T. Fleming-Roberts (and);
“A Button, a Flower, and Blood” by Eric Howard;
“Death Is a Little Doll”; “Whom the Fiend Hates”

 

 

“The cover is a Peter Driben homage to – or just ripoff of – H. J. Ward.SPICY DETECTIVE STORIES - Sept. 1941

This was the Library of Congress copyright deposit file copy, and obviously everyone at the LoC had to stamp it to make it official. (I count at last 6 – DLS)

 Still, an uncommon pulp and a unique convergence of two legendary pinup artists.

 

Condition: Front cover: Light edge wear and edge tears, LoC ink stamps, creases along the right edge, partially erased pencil markings near top right corner, separation from spine for the top inch-and-a-half or so.

Back cover: Similar to the front cover, minus all the LoC stamps.
Spine: Slightly faded, moderate wear, light surface soiling.

Pages: Tan, a little darker around the edges, clean. A few of the pages that stick out the farthest have some very minor edge flaking, but the pages overall are still flexible.”

 

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

 

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: Popular Fiction Magazine (November 1931)

POPULAR FICTION MAGAZINE – Nov. 1931 recently sold on eBay for “Buy It Now” of $60.00POPULAR FICTION MAGAZINE - Nov. 1931

First Issue as this title. It had previously been the scarce MAN STORIES, and after POPULAR FICTION, the equally scarce NICKEL DETECTIVE MAGAZINE with 6 issues, finally ending up as STRANGE DETECTIVE STORIES with 4 issues.

Authors: “The Flaming Skull” by Hugh B. Cave;
“Jungle Fate” by L. Patrick Greene;
“The Boast of Mat Drus” by Murray Leinster;
“Fo ’c ’s ’le” by Frank J. Leahy;
“Island Vultures” by Jacland Marmur;
“The Suite in Soho” by Cyril Plunkett
Excellent round-robin of Pulp writers.

The dealer just said, “…complete issue,” but appears to be an extremely nice copy.

Bookery say: “Scarce” $30.00 – $75.00 – $150.00

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

 

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: 5 Exciting Detective

EXCITING DETECTIVE - Fall 1940 (First Issue)

EXCITING DETECTIVE – Fall 1940 (First Issue)

EXCITING DETECTIVE – Fall 1940 (First Issue) recently sold on eBay for $41.00

This cover has everything going for it: Man in Electric Chair with black hood over his face; Red dressed babe trying to unstrap him as another guy blast away with his gun protecting them; a Black Robed, Masked, Pale faced fiend climbing down rungs in the wall grabbing the babe, and still another snarling fiend behind an iron door preparing to pull the level.

Authors: “Murder Limited” by Johnston McCulley;

“He Gave Him a Gun” by Laurence Donovan;

“The Secret of the Tong” by Hugh Clevely (reprint from The THRILLER –  May 11, 1929)

“Handling indicators, including light hairlines; front and back covers firmly attached. Brushed discoloration visible upon the light areas of the covers. Binding fully readable; paper supple; cover retains some gloss. Slight spinal edge staining, minor edge nicking, and a rub through at the upper left cover price area. Wax pencil distribution marking upon the back cover.

Pulp fiction referred to cheaply made, often risqué, publications to drive newsstand visits. The stories were lurid, provocative, imaginative …. the art simply jaw dropping …. but the magazines were printed on low grade pulp paper, the covers were often over-sized …. edge nicking, bumps, discoloration and other imperfections are evident characteristics of the pulp age. Many distributors would stamp dates on the covers.”

Bookery: “Uncommon to Somewhat Common”  $18.00 – $45.00 – $90.00

EXCITING DETECTIVE - Winter 1941 (Second Issue)

EXCITING DETECTIVE – Winter 1941 (Second Issue)

EXCITING DETECTIVE – Winter 1941 (Second Issue) sold for $49.06

Authors: “Yellow Death” (1ST “Unofficial Jones” appearance of 4) by Lee Fredericks (who also wrote the 22 “Mr. Richard Wong” stores in G-MEN (DETECTIVE) 1935-1946; Nelson S. Bond; Fredric Brown.

“Front cover has owners name stamp under title bar (Perley Wicks), small pieces missing along right edge, heavy edge wear along the bottom with a piece missing and multiple short nicks, tears and folds.

Spine is slanted with a ½” missing at the bottom.

Back cover has store stamp and moisture stains (which do not affect interior pages).

Interior is tight and clean with light tan, supple pages.”

Bookery: $8.00 – $20.00 – $40.00

EXCITING DETECTIVE – Winter 1941 sold for $34.04

EXCITING DETECTIVE - Winter 1941 (Dec. 1941)

EXCITING DETECTIVE – Winter 1941 (Dec. 1941)

Authors: “The Night of Murder” (2ND appearance of 4 of “The Purple Scar” by John S. Endicott (in-house pseudonym, but written by George A. McDonald),

 

 

“The Thing in the Marsh” by Ray Cummings.

…containing a complete Purple Scar novel entitled THE NIGHT OF MURDER by John S. Endicott, detailing how the Purple Scar follows a ghastly pattern of slaughter to find the key to justice when death directs a grim scenario and a killer stalks a motion picture studio….

With that said, this issue is in average (-) condition… complete interior text.  Supple paper, cover retains some gloss, edge binding completely readable, some edge and corner bumps/edge wear and bottom right front cover tear; some edge chips/nicks. Some brush discoloration noted upon the back cover. Some pencil writing on the logo “D” and a wa pencil price notation.

Collectible copy. Hard to find on the secondary market. These will only appreciate in value.”

EXCITING DETECTIVE – Winter 1942 sold for $29.03

 

EXCITING DETECTIVE - Winter 1942

EXCITING DETECTIVE – Winter 1942

Authors: “The Chain of Murders” is the 4TH and final “Purple Scar” appearance by John S. Endicott (George A. McDonald),

 

3RD “Unofficial Jones” appearance of 4 by Lee Fredericks (better known for his “Mr. Wong” series in G-MEN DETECTIVE),

“Twenty-Four Hours to Leave Town” by C. S. Montanye

With that said, this issue is in average (-) condition… complete interior text.  No writing, supple paper, cover retains some gloss, edge binding mostly readable (upper and lower fractional spinal nicks), some edge and corner bumps/edge wear; some edge chips/nicks, although the paper is supple.

Collectible copy. Hard to find on the secondary market. These will only appreciate in value.”

Bookery: Scarcer (of the EXCITING DETECTIVE’s) $15.00 – $35.00 – $75.00

This is really a brutal cover with some guy, who appears deceased, strung up in a back closet in some kind of Oriental (1900’s – 1940’s “Yellow Peril” era) knotting and fixed so that he shoots however opens the door that he contained in. The stereotypical round glasses, big toothed, white shirted Oriental (‘Emperor Hirohito/PM Hideki Tojo’-type ) chap is doing the nicety of opening said door so the corpse (?), who was probably either a friend or fellow agent/detective, can shoot our hero.

If you owned any of the original 15 cover paintings  this title you’d be hard-pressed to find a mate that would allow them to be hung in the house,

EXCITING DETECTIVE - April 1943

EXCITING DETECTIVE – April 1943

other than the basement or attic.

 

EXCITING DETECTIVE – April 1943 sold for

“Best Offer” from “Buy It Now” of $50.00; so probably $30.00 – $40.00

 

Authors: “The Navy Yard Murders” by Laurence Donovan; “Bloody Flood Tide” by C. K. M. Scanlon

“Mild wear with few small tears, lite tan supple paper. VG”

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

Unknown Pulp: Ladies of the Underworld

Here is a completely unknown Pulp I just found listed, that’s NOT on GALACTIC CENTRAL or The FictionMags Index.

The phrase “…a seven day dose of atomic power” probable places the date after August 1945, the publics first knowledge of the Atom Bomb drop.

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD – June #1 19?? 25¢ Pulp Style 36 Pgs. recently sold on eBay for $102.51 and another dealer has a “Buy It Now” for $299.00 !!!

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD - June 19... Back Cover

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD – June 19… Back Cover

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD - June 19... (Unknown Pulp-Type)

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD – June 19… (Unknown Pulp-Type)

“Description:

An unusual magazine – LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD – June (no date, no year) containing 36 pages.

Pages may be numbered incorrectly as it would indicate one page missing, however the count is correct?

It is a pulp style mag with stories, articles and B&W illustrations and photos.

It was printed in Canada and published monthly by Headline Publications of America, 15 Park Row, New York 7, N.Y.

Advertising on the back cover, inside back cover and inside front cover have Canadian addresses.

Mag shows wear and stains on the covers.  Circa late 1930’s or early 40’s.”

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD - June 19... Face Page

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD – June 19… Face Page

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD - June 19... (John Wayne Cover)

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD – June 19… (John Wayne Cover)

The other “Buy It Now” advertiser:

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD - June 19... page (3 Vera Played Around With All Kinds of Men...She Wasn't Particular)

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD – June 19… page (3 Vera Played Around With All Kinds of Men…She Wasn’t Particular)

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD - June 19... page (2)

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD – June 19… page (2)

“This is an Extremely Rare magazine that has a JOHN WAYNE photo cover but the insides are sexually oriented and I cannot believe that Mr. Wayne would ever have approved this – It is a BAD GIRL publication with sexually oriented stories – 100% Complete with All pages present – No cut-outs – No tape anywhere – Printed in the USA and in Canada it may be the only issue ever printed”

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD - June 19... (4 (She was) one of Those Flighty Burlesque Dames - You know the kind ! )

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD – June 19… (4a …and what she disclosed was a seven day DOSE of ATOMIC POWER)

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD - June 19... page (3)

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD – June 19… page (3)

 

 

 

 

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD - June 19... (6 Everett...was a war hero. But neighgors believed he wasn't a hero to his Buxom Wife...the Girl...was...the Treacherous Borgia)

LADIES OF THE UNDERWORLD – June 19… (6 Everett…was a war hero. But neighgors believed he wasn’t a hero to his Buxom Wife…the Girl…was…the Treacherous Borgia)

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

 

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: New Story Magazine (September 1912)

NEW STORY MAGAZINE – Sept. 1912 recently sold on eBay for $214.27

NEW STORY MAGAZINE - Sept. 1912

NEW STORY MAGAZINE – Sept. 1912

Authors: The 41 page story “Checkmate by Wireless” by Gilbert Patten, is nice to see because Patten’s not using his more famous ‘Burt Standish’ tag-line (there is the 9 page “The White Hope Umpire” also as by Gilbert Patten);

1ST ”Jetts Brothers (or “Triplets and Trouble”)” appearance of 27 by Robert V. Carr;

“Boots and Saddles or Boots and Shoes” (2ND “Sgt. Billy Bowman” appearance of 15) by  Arthur Preston Hankins;

“Sixty Per Cent of the Gate” (5TH “Mike Nolan/Fighting for the Pennant” appearance of 7) by Frank X. Finnegan;

Arthur Somers Roche, Miles Overholt

“COPY IS COMPLETE EXCEPT FOR LARGELY MISSING SPINE. COVERS HAVE MINOR FOLDS AND TEARS”

Bookery: Basic 1912-1915 issues “Scarce to Rare” $20.00 – $50.00 – $100.00

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

Detective Book Magazine (Summer 1943) or “Seduction of the Innocent”

DETECTIVE BOOK MAGAZINE – Summer 1943 sold on eBay in December for $35.80

DETECTIVE BOOK - Summer 1943

DETECTIVE BOOK – Summer 1943

Authors: “Drawn Conclusion” is a 101 page story by Willetta A. Barber and R. F. Schabelitz who never had another story appear in the Pulp. It appears from the FictionMags index entre to have appeared in book form from Doubleday 1942; 

 

“Black Market Pay-Off” by William Campbell Gault;

 “The Demon Finds a Body” is a first appearance story,
of 3, of some character called “Demon” Ames by Stewart
Sterling (pseudonym of Prentice Winchell).

 

“Shows light edge and corner wear (more so on the right edge overhang), an abrasion on the spine (cover side) about 3″ down from the top, and a bit of tearing on the bottom of the spine. High grade for these highly fragile pulps.” Just a great Pulp cover and condition.

So why is this deemed Post-worthy ?

Jungle Comics #98 Feb. 1948 Do you see it ??? Supposedly a young teen can !

Jungle Comics #98 Feb. 1948
Do you see it ??? Supposedly a young teen can !

You may have heard about Dr. Fredric Werthams’  (and) “Seduction of the Innocent” censorship book (1954) and his ‘theory’ about the evils of comic books (and brief mention of Pulps) on juveniles. There is also mention of his “pictures within pictures” for “those who know how to look,” that artist “placed” within their work.

Jungle Comics #98 Feb. 1948 close up

Jungle Comics #98 Feb. 1948 close up

As if the artist had that amount of extra time, and kids then looked for them like some kind of perverse artistic jigsaw puzzle. A main example to the left.

 
Now if a (male) child, in the repressed era of the 40’s and ’50’s, actually went searching for a vigina in the artwork they would have no idea what one looked like in order to find one (no Sex Education in schools).
 
Well, here’s an unknown Pulp example:

What the heck was George Gross doing with the thumb on the cover painting of DETECTIVE BOOK MAGAZINE – Summer 1943 ???

 George Gross

George Gross

DETECTIVE BOOK - Summer 1943 (Fallic symbol ?)

 
ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

Pulp Census Report: Tip Top Semi-Monthly and Frank Merriwell

TIP TOP SEMI-MONTHLY – March 25, 1915 Second issue sold for just $36.00 and the April 10, 1915 Third issue sold for the same.

March 25, 1915 “VERY NICE. Except 2″ SPLIT AT BOTTOM… easy to re-glue. NICE BACK COVER AND GREAT PAGES !”;

TIP TOP SEMI-MONTHLY - March 25, 1915 (#2)

TIP TOP SEMI-MONTHLY – March 25, 1915 (#2)

April 10, 1915 “NICE. Except 3″ SPLIT AT BOTTOM… easy to re-glue. NICE BACK COVER AND GREAT PAGES !”

TIP TOP SEMI-MONTHLY - April 10, 1915 (#3)

TIP TOP SEMI-MONTHLY – April 10, 1915 (#3)

As a Pulp title it only had 18 issues. It began it’s

TIP TOP WEEKLY - April 18, 1896

TIP TOP WEEKLY – April 18, 1896

long history as the “Dime Novel” TIP TOP WEEKLY with the very first “Frank Merriwell” appearance, “Frank Merriwell or, First Days at Fardale” on April 18, 1896 and continuing until 1912 before transmorphing into NEW TIP TOP WEEKLY (August 3, 1912) with Frank Jr. taking over with “Frank Merriwell, Jr. or The Camp on Wind River”.

Frank  Merriwell (and Frank, Jr,) made it into TIP TOP SEMI-MONTHY (also brother Dick) but just seemed not able to translate into the Pulp magazines after such a long history. Frank did make 7 serials in SPORT STORY MAGAZINE in 1927-1928, 2 stories in FAME AND FORTUNE (ghosted by Warren Elliot Carleton), and 12 in TOP-NOTCH MAGAZINE 1929-1930 (the last 4 as serials) before finally heading into written retirement. He had a rare 27 1/2 minute 1915 Anti-Drinking Silent Movie, “Frank Merriwell in Arizona”. He made it into the newspaper funny pages from 1928 to 1936, and a very brief (don’t blink) 15 minute radio series in 1934 (and again from 1946 to 1949).

NEW TIP TOP WEEKLY - August 3, 1912

NEW TIP TOP WEEKLY – August 3, 1912

(An aside: in March 1973 he became President of the U.S, in a way. Let’s just say it’s a terrible story, best left forgotten, and leave it at that.)

Bookery states “Uncommon to Scarce” $10.00 – $25.00 – $50.00 (the March 10, 1915 First issue is listed as $20.00 – $50.00 – $100.00)

For a Pulp from 1915, “Scarce” (“…tough to find … a handful of couples may surface (yea, I’d like to see that – DLS), while…none may come up for sale at all. Most collectors will accept what condition they can find…” – Bookery), and a major character in the Pulp industry (although on his athletic last legs; he’s catch a brief second wind from 1928 to 1930), those prices seem a tad low, especially if you do find one in top condition (remember, 1915 here). It’s a title I watch for and have only seem about 6-7 copies surface in 8 years.

CREATED a HERO for BOYS
– Believes in Our Youth –
 
By William Fuchs
 

I knew him as Burt L. Standish. A million boys in the United States between the ages of ten and fifteen, who assiduously followed Frank Merriwell as he went through Fardale, into Yale and then put into the world again, knew him by that name. Every week we trudged to the neighborhood  bookstore and deposited our coins for the latest copy ofFrank Merriwell“.

TOP-NOTCH MAGAZINE - Second Nov. 1929

TOP-NOTCH MAGAZINE – Second Nov. 1929

The lad who had not heard of Burt L. Standish had not yet tasted of the joys of life.

 
But his name, he told me, is William Gilbert Patten. When he was seventeen he dropped the William. I suppose the reason was  that he hated to be called Willie. That was a “sissy’s” name and his imagination, which had been bred on the old Beadle and Adams thrillers, yearned for something bold and daring. Gil Patten, when uttered in the right tone was fine. In the little town in Maine where he lived the altered name brought him some respect from his fellows.
 

The spirit of  adventure was in him at the age of sixteen.Then he suddenly became fully aware that his mother wanted him to be a preacher and that his father was passionately set on making him a carpenter, a good trade by which one could make an honest living.  But Willy remained awake nights visioning overwhelming successes as a writer.

William Gilbert Patten (Burt L. Standish) (Oct. 25, 1866 – Jan. 16, 1945))

William Gilbert Patten (Burt L. Standish) (Oct. 25, 1866 – Jan. 16, 1945))

 
Willie was aghast when he finally discovered his parents’ ambitions for him. He pleaded with them, but to no avail. The elder Patten would never allow his son to become a writer. There was something indecent about writing for a livelihood.
 
So Willie put his toothbrush in his pocket and ran away to Biddeford, the mill town quite a few miles away, where he quietly secured a job in old man Gooch’s place. He spent six months there and then asked for a raise, it was refused him and Willie quit.
 
He came home. He brought money with him and the sophisticated air of a man the world. His parents welcomed him back with open arms, but his  father told him in words not exactly soft that he would have to go to work. But our hero went to sleep and dreamed of cowboys and Indians.
 
As he was telling me this Patten laughed. “I had a hard time convincing the folks that I could make money writing, but I finally did”.  He earned six dollars for two stories submitted to the Banner Weekly. For his third contribution he was awarded with seventy-five dollars. The fires of authorship burned in him fiercely. He sat down and wrote a full length novel. The title was “The  Diamond Sport”. He was paid $150 for it. His day had arrived at last. Henceforth Gil Patten would write novels. The world would yet recognize him as a genius.
 
Patten puffed his pipe and he laughed again as the recollection of those days came to him. “I was writing a lot then and making money. My books were all thrillers, stories of the golden West. In their pages roamed Indians and two-gun cattlemen. Whole wagonloads of brave pioneers were butchered by the ruthless red men. Men shot at the drop of a hat. They all chewed tobacco and swore.”
 
For about four years this continued. Then, when he had passed his twenty-first year. Patten suddenly decided to head for New York. He had saved a little money and felt sure of success in the big city.
 
A few months previously he had been struck by an amazing idea and with his ego guiding him he had started a newspaper. This venture had not been marked by an epochal success. Let Patten tell the  story:
 
“My mother put a stop to it when she found out that I was $900 in debt. She was scandalize. My father, she said, had never been more than $100 in debt in his whole life. That was about the only connection I have ever had with a newspaper.”
When Gilbert Patten came to New York it had already achieved a certain eminence among the cities of the world: Jenny Lind had sung here; the actor Forrest had performed before its citizens; the Bowery was the gaudiest and the most bizarre street in the United States; the Brooklyn Bridge was still unequaled by any other metropolis and Steve Brodie had gained undying fame by diving off it, and emerging alive; John L. Sullivan was still heavyweight champion and was to be seen nightly in his saloons; the girls in its show houses danced in tights: the Pulitzer Building still topped all other structures in the country; Fifth avenue was the flower of  residential districts; it was the city of opportunity. From all over the land came lads to seek their fortunes.
 
Into this seething pot Patten threw himself. He made the acquaintance of many men. Colonel Prentiss Ingraham,  biographer of Buffalo Bill Cody, developed a fondness for the young man and daily lectured him on the Western story. The Colonel said it would  never die, but his young listener was doubtful. His own stories seemed aged and decrepit to him. Thus far Frank Merriwell was still unthought-of in boy’s literature.
 
One day while Patten was in Camden, Maine, he received a long letter from Street and Smith who had taken over the leadership in the dime novel publishing business from Beadle and Adams. The firm wanted him to write a series of stories on a young man attending a military academy and afterward, if the thing were possible, to send the youth on a tour of the world and then through college. Patten chose Yale because, as he explained, it was the most democratic of all the institutions. Thus was Frank Merriwell  born. It was in 1896 that Patten wrote the first book. It was called “Frank Merriwell at Fardale,” and it sold for a nickel.
 
The book was an instant success. Patten in stilled a typewriter in his home and made ready to turn out a book a week. “The publishers thought that three years of this work would do for me; there were 20,000 words each week. But I kept it up for almost twenty years.” There was noticeable pride in his voice.
 
“In these twenty years I traveled all over the United States. But spent most of my time in New York. It was a terrific grind at first, but later I became used to it. As I grew to know Frank better I grew fond of him and I confess that I followed his adventures almost as breathlessly as his army of small readers.

“For one thing I rarely had much trouble in finding plots for the young man. I usually entangled him in some way or other and then let him out after he had shown his character. Need I tell you that Frank was always honest, courageous, resourceful, generous and was never one to take advantage even of an enemy ? However, Frank really wasn’t the brave fellow everybody imagined him to be. Frank was often scared, but me repeat that he was resourceful and he always managed to get out of every scrape I put him into.

“I think, though, that I rank’s greatest trait was his loyalty. That is what boys like, and undoubtedly this did much to popularize him with his young readers. Frank always stood by his friends, although he could have made a million dollars if he had turned against them. Merriwell had a sense of Justice and a sense of humor. These helped him.

“There were some bad aspects to Frank, but these were all natural ones. He loved to gamble and his desperate struggles to overcome this weakness filled many pages of my stories. He also had an eye pretty girl, but his was the wholesome respect one accords to anything beautiful. He was a clean-minded fellow.

“Frank Merriwell was what every boy would like to be. And his friends were of the sort we’d like to have. All of them were stanch and true and willing to lay down their lives for Frank Merriwell, and he would have done the same for them.

“The adventures of Frank when he traveled around the world must have delighted his followers. Frank went through England, France and other countries in Europe. In France Merriwell, always on the side of justice, leaped to the defense of Captain Dreyfus, who had been railroaded to Devil’s Island on a trumped-up charge.”

As Patten talked I examined him carefully. His hair is white, but his eyes reflect a daredevilish gleam. The spirit of youth is far from dead in him. He is tall and graceful, a genial fellow and addicted to pipe smoking.

I have no doubt that, just like Merriwell, Patten would not be averse to playing a prank on anybody. If I can remember correctly the former was responsible for putting a centipede in the bed of one of the students at Fardale. He engineered many more tricks on his friends. I would not be at all surprised if those close to Patten have been the victims of some of his mischievous pranks.

Patten still writes about Frank Merriwell. The stories appear in the Top-Notch Magazine. Patten was one of the founders of the magazine and he edited it through the early years of its existence. But he discovered that writing and editing were too much for him. He preferred to write, so he sent the editorship down the line.

Few people know that Patten uncovered the playing value of Bill Carrigan, famous Boston Red Sox catcher of a decade ago. Patten ran a semi-pro baseball team in Camden and Carrigan played on his team. Patten explained laughingly that he had used Carrigan in every position but that of catcher. When he heard that Carrigan was regarded as one of the most valuable catchers in the American League he was astounded.

Patten reads the sporting pages, but he is not very enthusiastic about the sports themselves. The love of the game is gone, he thinks. In his opinion, Albie Booth is one of the great football players of the generation. Patten had seen Booth in action once, against Dartmouth, and he says Booth’s playing prowess to his swiftness of foot and to the Yale star’s trick of relaxing and allowing himself to fall limp when tackled.

Frank Merriwell himself was something of a athlete. He was Yale’s greatest figure. Who can forget Merriwell’s thrilling home runs, which usually came in the ninth inning when two men were out, and Yale needed four runs to win.

But Gilbert Patten’s fondest treasures are letters he has received from parents and boys all over the country. He has rarely met a person who did not grow up on Frank Meriwell. Some of them know more about Merriwell than he himself. They have not forgotten their boyhood idol.

A paragraph from one letter sent to Patten by a heartbroken mother read: “My child was a wild boy until he commenced reading about Frank Merriwell. I loved my boy. He died in the Argonne (and), fighting for his country. If he his gone to heaven he owes it to Frank Merriwell. Thank you.”
 
AMAZING SPIDERMAN #8 Jan. 1964 by Jack Kirby(inks by Steve Ditko)

AMAZING SPIDERMAN #8 Jan. 1964 by Jack Kirby(inks by Steve Ditko)

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith
 

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: 10 Sea Stories Magazines

Here are 10 recent sales of SEA STORIES MAGAZINE from eBay:

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE - Aug. 5. 1923

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE – Aug. 5. 1923

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE – Aug. 5. 1923 sold for $125.00 “Buy It Now”

Authors: “Mystery” by C. S. Montanye;

“A Matter of Viewpoint” by Captain A. E. Dingle (Reprinted from PEOPLE’S – Feb. 1916);

“The Tyranny of Fear” by  Morgan Robertson (Reprinted from The POPULAR MAGAZINE – Nov. 15, 1912; “South of the Line” by George Ethelbert Walsh

“Magazine is in very good condition. Covers have a little wear, small edge tears, pieces missing edges on back, spine is a little rough at ends. Pages nice lightly tanned. No markings or signs of previous ownership.Book measures 6-3/4” by 9-3/4”. Page count is 144.”

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE – Sept. 20, 1923 sold recently on eBay for $57.00

Authors: “The Boomerang” by Captain A. E. Dingle

SEA STORIES - Sept. 20, 1923

SEA STORIES – Sept. 20, 1923

SEA STORIES - Sept. 20, 1923 Spine(reprinted from PEOPLE’S MAGAZINE – March 1916); “Yellow Plunder” by Mayn Clew Garnett (pseudonym of T. Jenkins Hains) (Reprinted from TOP-NOTCH MAGAZINE – July 1, 1911);

“In the Valley of the Shadow” by Morgan Robertson (reprinted from The POPULAR MAGAZINE – May 1, 1910); Frank Richardson Pierce

Cover Design – LA Shafer Size – about 7×10″ No. Pages – 144 Condition – issue has somewhat worn cover edges (primarily due to their being a larger size than the page sizes), binding of text block fine, text block page edges were unevenly trimmed/assembled by the publishers.”

 

SEA STORIES - April 1923 and Feb. 1929

SEA STORIES – April 1923 and Feb. 1929

Two Issues together of SEA STORIES MAGAZINE, April 1925 and Feb. 1929, sold for $144.50

SEA STORIES - April 1923

SEA STORIES – April 1923

April 1925 –  Authors: “The Good Ship Change and Rest” 3RD Tim Brady” appearance of 8) by L. Paul (pseudonym of Ludwig Paul Kuhring);

“A Strange Adventure” by T. Jenkins Hains (with the pseudonym Mayn Clew Garnett it make him a semi-prolific writer);

“The Locked Cabin” by Morgan Robertson (Reprinted from The POPULAR MAGAZINE – Feb. 1, 1913);

“Jane Hardy, Shipmaster” (“Captain Michael O’Shea” appearance) by  Ralph D. Paine (all 5 stories in SEA STORIES were reprints from The POPULAR MAGAZINE from 1912 and 1913).

SEA STORIES - Feb. 1929

SEA STORIES – Feb. 1929

Feb. 1929 – Authors: Robert Carse is the only prolific author here.

“Cover Artists – April by Anton Otto Fischer, February by George H. Wert

Size – about 7×10″ No. Pages – the April issue contains 192 pages of articles, the February issue contains 144 pages plus some advertising pages.

Condition – both issues have worn cover edges (primarily due to their being a larger size than the page sizes), binding of text block fine for both issues, text block page edges were unevenly trimmed/assembled by the publishers, and the April issue has an owner’s name on cover written in pencil.”

 

Two 1928 Issues together of SEA STORIES MAGAZINE, Feb. and June, sold for $152.50

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE - Feb. 1928

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE – Feb. 1928

 Authors – Feb. 1928:  “Friday Ship” by Frank H. Shaw; “Fishin’ ” by Robert Carse;

“A Marine Muddle” by T. Jenkins Hains (pseudonym of Mayn Clew Garnett);

“Square Sails Off Barbary” (Part 4 of 4) by Warren Elliot Carleton (who wrote the “Bronc Evans”, “Dusty Radburn”, “Gila Jack”, and “Sailor Anson” series over at WILD WEST WEEKLY, and the “Brick and Boots” series in TOP-NOTCH MAGAZINE)

“Magazines are very old, have frayed pages, and have been heavily used.”

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE - June 1928

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE – June 1928

June 1928 Authors: “Son of His Father” by Don Waters;

“The Voyage North” by Warren Elliot Carleton

 

 

 

 

 

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE - July and Aug. 1928 Spines

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE – July and Aug. 1928 Spines

Two 1928 Issues together of SEA STORIES MAGAZINE, July and Aug., sold for $91.77

 

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE - July 1928

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE – July 1928

July 1928 – Authors: “The Madmen of the “Zodiac” ” by John Murray Reynolds;

“The Dilemma’s Horns” by T. Jenkins Hains (pseudonym of Mayn Clew Garnett);

“Pete Peterson’s Pipe” by Don Waters;

“Swordfish for Boston” by Warren Elliot Carleton

Aug. 1928 – Authors:  “Spanish Moon” (Part 2 of 4) by Robert Carse”;

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE - Aug. 1928

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE – Aug. 1928

 

Cover Artists – July (1928) by L. A. Simonsen,

August (1928) by Victor Petry

Size – about 7×10″ No. Pages – each issue contains 144 pages of articles, plus some advertising pages.

Condition – both issues have worn cover edges, August issue has separated covers, binding of text block fine for both issues, covers have a short 1″ tear in from an edge, text block page edges were unevenly trimmed by the publishers.”

 

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE - Aug. 1929

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE – Aug. 1929

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE – Aug. 1929 sold for $59.89

Authors: Frank H. Shaw

“Cover Design – H. C. Murphy Size – about 7×9.45″  No. Pages – 144 Condition – issue has worn cover edges (primarily due to their being a larger size than the page sizes), back cover has something stuck to it in the middle, binding of text block fine, text block page edges were unevenly trimmed/assembled by the publishers.”

 

 

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE – Sept. 1929 sold for $56.55

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE - Sept. 1929

SEA STORIES MAGAZINE – Sept. 1929

“Garbanzos” by John Murray Reynolds; Warren Hastings Miller”

A COMPLETE GOOD COPY. FIRST THREE PAGES ARE DETACHED BUT PRESENT. MINOR TEARS AND FOLDS AROUND EDGES OF COVERS”

Bookery list 1922-1929 SEA STORIES MAGAZNE as “Uncommon” and the 1930 issues as “Scarce”  $10.00 – $25.00 – $50.00. All issues never show up for sale, buyers know it, and usually go for a premium over the listed prices. I’d rate them all as “Scarce”.

There are four long-run, “generically” titled Pulps that are much more scarce than their “generalized” brethren (e.g.: ALL WESTERN MAGAZINE, PRIVATE DETECTIVE STORIES, RANGELAND ROMANCES, etc.) and those are COWBOY STORIES, SEA STORIES MAGAZINE, GHOST STORIES, and 1910-1919 issues of SHORT STORIES. How were the findings of these issues during the early PULP CON CONVENTIONS, were they always as scarce as they seem to be today ?

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

The Phantom Detective – Oct. 1945: “Death to a Diplomat”

So what does intrepid top crime reporter of the Clarion and cohort of The Phantom, Steve Hudson, read when he’s not getting knocked around like some second rate Tonto or Robin, the Boy Wonder ?

PHANTOM DETECTIVE - Oct. 1945

The Phantom Detective (Oct. 1945)

Well, directly from The PHANTOM DETECTIVE – Oct. 1945

After Steve got knocked around, again, with brass knuckles at the beginning of the story (“I felt like one of Fritzie Zivie’s sparring partners) (Fritzie Zivic (May 8, 1913 – May 16, 1984)), and later kidnapped (sheesh !), only to be rescued by The Phantom (racing from a “tattoo of bullets”), “He wondered what to do with the evening. Movies, unless they were full of action and had strong plots, bored him. He never managed to see “Oklahoma !“, but that didn’t bother him. From what he read and heard he could still see that musical in the years to come.
The best thing he decided, was to pick up a detective magazine on the way home and spend the hours before turning in reading about the trails and tribulations of his favorite fictional characters.“

I would have said he read “The Candid Camera Kid” but the Kid was out of DETECTIVE NOVELS MAGAZINE by June 1944 after 23 appearances; 2 more would appear in THRILLING DETECTIVE MAGAZINE (Nov. 1944 and March 1945). “The Crimson Mask” was also gone from that same magazine; hey, you know Steve Hudson only reads Thrilling/Better publications, right ? So, he probably read “Dan Fowler: G-Man”, and “The Black Bat” (Black Bat Vol.2; Black Bat Vol. 3; Black Bat Vol. 4). There was also the “Willie Klump” series by Joe Archibald in POPULAR DETECTIVE (near 50 stories (of 65) that can be read for free at PulpGen).

Oklahoma ! ”, the original Broadway production opened on March 31, 1943 in New York City and closed May 29, 1948 (2,212 performances). Steve seeing “Oklahoma !” were… well let’s read his own thoughts, “Now the chances of getting to see the show – and breaking the reporter’s distinction of probably being the only single, English speaking male citizen in New York who hadn’t seen the piece – were as slender as a chorus girl’s waist.”

Some more tit-bits from the story, also usually found in other issues:

One way to contact The Phantom ? While out on the rich bachelor social life as Richard Curtis Van Loan with Mrs. Longstreet’s daughter, Elodie, she went off to power her nose. She returns and asked, “Who’s the Phantom Detective ?”

“Did you say – Phantom Detective ?” asked Van Loan… “As much as anyone who reads the papers… He – he’s some sort of a mysterious Nemesis of crime, I understand. Supposed to be infallible. Scourge of the underworld and all that sort of thing (just pat yourself on the back Richard – DLS)… You step away to powder your nose and come back asking about the Phantom. What’s the idea ?”

…”There was a radio in the power room (rich people, yea know – DLS)… It was playing dance music, a broadcast from Lenny Hildrereth’s ‘Green Pastures.’ Well, right at the middle of one of the best numbers the music stopped and a funny thing happened. A voice came on and said, ‘Calling the Phantom. Calling the Phantom Detective !’ It said it five or six times before if faded out and the music came back.” (I like the stories better where they call him just “The Phantom”, as they should – DLS). A web search for Lenny Hildrereth/Big Band/Swing Band/band leader/conductor brought up nothing.

It must be nice to be as rich and powerful as Frank Havens, publisher and owner of the Clarion (a whole string of newspapers), to cut in on FCC radio transmissions just like that. Then again the Federal government wanted him to contact the Phantom for a diplomat’s murder.

Another way to get his attention was to use the Bat-Sign… ‘er, the Red Flashing light atop of Commissioner Gord… ‘er Publisher Frank Havens’ Clarion building. Sorry, after 1939 when that other guy came along it’s hard to tell them apart. Some more examples of their similarities:

1) “After three more rings brought no response , the Phantom took his master key from his utility belt… ‘er, I mean… his pocket and inserted it into the doors lock.

That key had been made for him by a Viennese locksmith, before the war, when the phantom was in Austria. There was no other key like it in existence, he was sure. No lock was proof against it, once the key was fitted to wards and tumblers and it’s delicate barrel mechanism adjusted so that its flanges spread”. The use of sophisticated gadgets as needed.

2) “It was Richard Curtis Van Loan, in dinner clothes, who drove his super-charged, powerful Batmob… ,er, car over one of the East River bridges in the twilight of the evening. The car, used on so many life-and-death occasions, was a masterpiece of automotive genius. Richly luxurious to all outward appearances, it possessed hidden features that made for great efficiency. The multi-cylindered aluminum motor under its hood could have flown a heavy bomber. The gas that propelled it was of the highest octane aviation fuel possible to obtain, except for military requirements (gotta still think of the war effort – DLS) “, and later,

“In all likelihood he would need a car, swift transportation… The garage where he kept many of his various cars… The garage owner had never questioned any man who came for cars with authority from Richard Curtis Van Loan… but that garage owner was paid well to keep the cars in tip-top condition… and was in one of the super-charged sedans.” Or…,

3) “The Phantom, who read and spoke Spanish with the same fluency he did with so many other languages.” A man of many and all talents.

Instead of plugging The Phantom when the villain had the perfect opportunity: “Like a fox with a hound pack at his heels the Phantom ran until he reached a forbidding blank brick wall… his feet stopped on what seemed to be a circular metal cover (O.K., you already know what’s going to happen, still… – DLS).

“Then above the pound of his heart, Roger Kuren’s triumphant voice sounded behind him: “…Turn and keep both hands up high !”

Kuren stood a few feet away, his gat trained on the Phantom.

…Trapped in a cell-like compartment that offered not the slightest chance of escape ! In all his excitement packed career he couldn’t remember any predicament equally as hopeless” (sure there has been, there’s innumerable instances much more dramatic and threatening than this !!! – DLS).

“…So I hired you to go out gunning for yourself ! That must have given you a laugh ! Now it’s my turn, and it’s the last laugh they pays off on !”
“So I’ve heard,” the Phantom said.

…The Phantom shrugged. He had decided on a desperate charge forward – stopping a bullet, and hoping it would not be fatal – when Kuren ended the idea for him. Kuren’s left hand reached out and fastened on one of several levers… and gave it a yank.
The Phantom felt the metal circle on which he stood begin to tip up… he was plunged into the blackness yawning at his feet.”

I told you you knew what was coming ahead of time. So reaching your hand outward from your body is faster than pulling one finger on a Tommy Gun trigger, right. Just shoot ’em and be done with it !!!

There is another inconsistence in the story. There is mentioned of “his superb physical condition”, yet earlier in the story, “…A fist smacked into the Phantom’s face… The man flung the waiter out of his path, sprang for the stairs and with lightning speed disappeared down them. The Phantom put his gun away. No use to follow him. The man had been too fast, too agile.” Richard didn’t even attempt to give chase and the assaulter was just a few seconds ahead. In movies and television shows today the cop or detective, in led physical shape, would have sprung up and given chase for the next 5 – 10 minutes, always hoping the culprit would stumble and fall (which they usually did). Not so with The Phantom in this instance for all of his amazing training being the “Nemesis of crime”, and “Scourge of the underworld”.

This wasn’t a very good or exciting story. A South American Consul’s is murdered; Washington asked Frank Havens to contact The Phantom; one of the masterminds wants to pay 10 cents on the dollar on shares for a useless gold mind in Honduras (Van Loan and Emily Millard have the rest of the remaining shares); Steve Hudson is beaten or captured twice; The Phantom goes into the villain’s Turkish-Bath hideout 3 times, climbed up or escaped down the stairway the same amount of times; travels up and down the streets and by-ways of New York 3 times or more in his car; using an old, overused Pulp standby, the story ends on a dock, in a (house)boat where the villain, and the part of his henchmen that are left, have a very quick gun battle and wrap-up.

I thought the gang wanted to buy the mine to keep people away from it, in order to be used to hide Nazis and their loot (WW2 and all), who would pay good money. I also thought that Emily Millard would have sold her shares to Richard Curtis Van Loan, at his request, for her needed blackmail paying money (another part of the story plot) and then tell the criminal mastermind that Van Loan would never sell (they had asked him much earlier, and he only stated he’d need time to think on it). That would have been at least a slightly better plot.

According to Tom Johnson’s “Phantom Detective Companion” this issue was either written by Charles Greenberg or C. S. Montanye (FictionMags says Montanye). The cover is by Sam Cherry, who’s large output was 90% Westerns.

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: Ka-Zar Pulps, 1936-1937

KA-ZAR – Oct. 1936, Jan. 1937 and June 1937 Set sold recently on eBay for $550.00 “Buy It Now”

KA-ZAR - Complete Original Set

KA-ZAR – Complete Original Set

“VERY NICE OVERALL SHAPE. HIGHER GRADE SET…. NO pieces missing, no tape on covers although small piece inside cover. Full overhang! Complete bold spine! EXCEPTIONAL page quality. Nice back cover with usual edge wear/tears. Much better than average issue!”

KA-ZAR - Jan. 1937

KA-ZAR – Jan. 1937

KA-ZAR - Oct. 1936

KA-ZAR – Oct. 1936

This averages out to $188.33 per issue which isn’t bad, especially if you wanted a complete set. The second and third issues are harder to find especially in any halfway decent condition, if you can find them. The white on the second and bright yellow on the third just adds to finding nice clean copies harder. The first is easier to find, relative, and this copy could have been slightly better, however the other two are excellent buys.

The publisher of KA-ZAR – Oct. 1936 wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t forget that you were buying a KA-ZAR magazine: big large red KA-ZAR title, which is fine, but then “Adventures of KA-ZAR The Great” and also “A thrilling KA-ZAR novel” by Bob Byrd.

Oh, by the way people, this is a KA-ZAR magazine, just in case you didn’t know !!!

“The Golden Map” in the last issue of The WORLD ADVENTURER– March 1934, and the 78 page “Scourge of the Sky Hellions” in SKY DEVILS– Oct. 1938 (Third issue, and another Red Circle (Timely/Marvel) Pulp)) are Bob Byrd’s only other known works according to the FictionMags Index.

Marvel Comics - Oct. 1939 (1st Comics Ka-Zar)

Marvel Comics – Oct. 1939 (1st Comics Ka-Zar)

KA-ZAR - June 1937

KA-ZAR – June 1937

Bookery says it’s only “Uncommon” but still valued at $80.00 – $200.00 – $400.00 for the Oct. 1936 issue, and $60.00 – $150.00 – $300.00 for each of the other two.

The first issue was printed 3 Years before MARVEL COMICS – 1939 (Marvel Mystery Comics beginning with the second issue), thus a historic title. It’s just not as rare.

The first Ka-Zar was named David Rand, raised in the African Congo by his father following a plane crash (1936-’37). He then reappeared in the very first Timely/Marvel comic ever published, the famous MARVEL COMICS – Oct. 1939, with a Frank R. Paul cover. The series continued until Jan. 1942 in MARVEL MYSTERY COMICS #2-27 and HUMAN TORCH– #5 (b) Fall 1941 (with the Human Torch warning Ka-Kar about Prince Namor, the Sub Mariner’s, new war with land dwellers). Mistakenly there were two issues called #5, Summer 1941 and Fall 1941, hence the (a) and (b) after the issue number; Ka-Zar appeared in the Fall issue.

The second incarnation as Kevin Plunder, or rather Kevin Reginald, Lord Plunder (born in Castle Plunder, U.K.), appeared in March 1965’s issue of X-Men #10. Here he lives in the hidden pre-historic “Savage Land” beneath the icecaps of Antarctica (in Modern times), with Zabu, the saber-toothed tiger. I certainly won’t go into his long history here.

X-MEN #10 1965 (1st Modern KA-ZAR)

X-MEN #10 1965 (1st Modern KA-ZAR)

HUMAN TORCH #5 Fall 1941 (b) (Ka-Zar is warned by Human Torch about Sub-Mariner flooding jungle)

HUMAN TORCH #5 Fall 1941 (b) (Ka-Zar is warned by Human Torch about Sub-Mariner flooding jungle)

Buy the Complete Pulp Series here for $4.99–$39.95 with introduction by Will Murray.

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

(Altus Press said a dealer had a nice 3 issue Bound copy that “was quickly snatched up from for” $250.00 at the recent 2016 Windy City Pulp and Paper Convention.

$4.99–$39.95 doesn’t look so bad now!)

“The Rotting Log” by Johnston McCulley (The Pacific Monthly, May 1906) Very First Published Story?

“THE ROTTING LOG” by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY – May 1906)
Is this Johnston McCulley’s very FIRST published story ?
FictionMags Index list “The Song of the Sand” in The RED BOOK MAGAZINE – Oct. 1906 as the earliest listed there. This May issue is even earlier.
The PACIFIC MONTHLY - May 1906

The PACIFIC MONTHLY – May 1906

''THE ROTTING LOG'' by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY - May 1906) pg. 1

”THE ROTTING LOG” by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY – May 1906) pg. 1

''THE ROTTING LOG'' by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY - May 1906) pg. 2A

”THE ROTTING LOG” by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY – May 1906) pg. 2A

''THE ROTTING LOG'' by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY - May 1906) pg. 2

”THE ROTTING LOG” by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY – May 1906) pg. 2

''THE ROTTING LOG'' by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY - May 1906) pg. 2C

”THE ROTTING LOG” by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY – May 1906) pg. 2C

''THE ROTTING LOG'' by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY - May 1906) pg. 2B

”THE ROTTING LOG” by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY – May 1906) pg. 2B

''THE ROTTING LOG'' by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY - May 1906) pg. 3A

”THE ROTTING LOG” by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY – May 1906) pg. 3A

''THE ROTTING LOG'' by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY - May 1906) pg. 3

”THE ROTTING LOG” by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY – May 1906) pg. 3

''THE ROTTING LOG'' by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY - May 1906) pg. 3C

”THE ROTTING LOG” by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY – May 1906) pg. 3C

''THE ROTTING LOG'' by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY - May 1906) pg. 3B

”THE ROTTING LOG” by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY – May 1906) pg. 3B

''THE ROTTING LOG'' by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY - May 1906) pg. 4A

”THE ROTTING LOG” by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY – May 1906) pg. 4A

''THE ROTTING LOG'' by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY - May 1906) pg. 4

”THE ROTTING LOG” by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY – May 1906) pg. 4

''THE ROTTING LOG'' by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY - May 1906) pg. 4C

”THE ROTTING LOG” by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY – May 1906) pg. 4C

''THE ROTTING LOG'' by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY - May 1906) pg. 4B

”THE ROTTING LOG” by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY – May 1906) pg. 4B

''THE ROTTING LOG'' by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY - May 1906) pg. 5

”THE ROTTING LOG” by Johnston McCulley (The PACIFIC MONTHLY – May 1906) pg. 5

1965 SMOKEY The BEAR "Only You"

1965 SMOKEY The BEAR “Only You”

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

Pulps Pricings Sales Census: 10 Black Mask

For some recent Pulp sales we follow the gun-powder smell over to BLACK MASK and see ten arresting prices.

If it wasn’t stated before, the quotation marks on the condition were the dealers description of issue in question. Sometimes they only state “Good shape” or “As shown in pics,” which usually isn’t much to go on, especially if only the front cover is shown.

BLACK MASK – June 1930 sold for $99.00

Authors: “Glass Key” (part 4 of 4) by Dashiell Hammett;

BLACK MASK - June 1930

BLACK MASK – June 1930

“Tainted Power” (29th “Race Williams” (and here) of 82 (with 5 being serials) and 4th “The Flame” appearances) by Carroll John Daly (here’s a fun bit of trivia that serves no purpose, but: “The Men in Black” appears in DIME DETECTIVE MAGAZINE – Oct. 1938 a “Race Williams” story and the very next “Race Williams story is “The Quick and the Dead” in DIME DETECTIVE MAGAZINE- Dec. 1938);
“Hell’s Kettle” (33rd “Ed Jenkins” appearance of 74) by Erle Stanley Gardner;
“Signals of Storm” (4th “Jo Gar” appearance of 29) by Ramon Decolta (pseudonym of Raoul F. Whitfield);
“Red Dice” by Hapsburg Liebe

“This copy has a trimmed fc (front cover – DLS), NO bc (back cover – DLS), most of spine gone with tape to spine and cover. Paper is very nice.”

This issue has a lot of bad things going for it, except for the authors; Large “COMPLIMENTARY COPY” stamped on the cover, two round coffee (?) cup stains and dirty.

Even in this condition Bookery states: $180.00 – $450.00 – $900.00

BLACK MASK – June 1932 sold for $229.50

BLACK MASK - June 1932

BLACK MASK – June 1932

Authors: “The Amateur Murderer” (Part 3 of 4) (36th “Race Williams” story appearance of 82) by Carroll John Daly; “Cooking Crooks” (44th “Ed Jenkins” of 74 and 2nd “Norma Gay” of 2 appearances) by Erle Stanley Gardner; “The Siamese Cat” (19th “Jo Gar” appearance of 29) by Ramon Decolta (pseudonym of Raoul F. Whitfield); “Fast One 2: Lead Party” (2nd “Gerry Kells”/”S. Granquist” appearance of 4) by Paul Cain;
“Man Killer” (1st “Don Free” appearance of 3) by Raoul F. Whitfield (so he has 2 stories in this issue);
“One for the Book” (7th “Johnny Hi Gear” appearance of 8) by Stewart Stirling (pseudonym of Prentice Winchell)

“Condition: Front cover: Edge wear and short edge tears; corner creases; a few stress marks; light soiling along the top edge; separation from the spine for the top inch or so, and for the bottom inch and a half. Back cover: Bottom right corner mangled but still all there, a gouge in the woman’s hat and a much smaller one top center, edge wear, light surface soiling. Spine: Missing the bottom inch and a half; otherwise moderate wear and light surface soiling. I will include – at no extra cost – a new replacement piece for the spine bottom, scanned from another 1932 issue at 600 dpi onto actual pulp cover stock. Pages: Light tan, flexible, clean.”

Bookery states: $40.00 – $100.00 – $200.00 (for the Paul Cain story)

BLACK MASK – Jan. 1934 sold for $73.01

BLACK MASK - Jan. 1934 (British edition)

BLACK MASK – Jan. 1934 (British edition)

Authors: “A Guest of the House” (54th “Ed Jenkins” of 74 and 10th “Ngat T” of 22 appearances)

by Erle Stanley Gardner;
“Private War” (1st “George Killeen” appearance of 5) by Roger Torrey;
“Trouble-Hunted” (4th “Bill Lennox” appearance of 28) by W. T. Ballard;
“High Murder” by Raoul Whitfield; “Let Me Tell It” by Donald Barr Chidsey

British Edition. The stories and format are exactly the same as the American edition.
The ads on the inside front cover and both sides of the back cover have been replaced by ads of British merchants.
The front cover is lightly soiled with moderate to heavy edge wear and reading creases along left edge.
Spine has stress lines, rubs and a ¼” missing at the bottom. Back cover is soiled with moderate edge wear. Interior is tightly bound and relatively clean (pages 40 and 41 have light stains). Pages are cream to light tan. Edges are toned but still quite supple.”

Bookery: $30.00 – $75.00 – $150.00

BLACK MASK – Nov. 1934 sold for $92.00

BLACK MASK - Nov. 1934

BLACK MASK – Nov. 1934

Authors: “The Eyes Have it” (44th “Race Williams” appearance of 82) by Carroll John Daly;
“Hot Cash” (59th “Ed Jenkins” appearance of 74) by Erle Stanley Gardner;
“Room Service” (5th “Cleve Corby” appearance of 5) by Eugene Cunningham;
“Law and Disorder” (11th “Dal Prentice” appearance of 12) by Roger Torrey;
“In Dead Man’s Alley” (10th “Bill Lennox” appearance of 28) by W. T. Ballard

“Nice bright covers – trimmed at right. Spine with a couple of small chips. Front cover creased with tiny chips and tiny edge tears. Rear cover also with tiny edge tears. Edges toned. Pages supple – not brittle… I would call this about good.”

Bookery: $30.00 – $75.00 – $150.00

BLACK MASK – Jan. 1937 sold for $306.00

BLACK MASK - Jan. 1937

BLACK MASK – Jan. 1937

Authors: “Try the Girl” (6th “Carmady” appearance of 6) by Raymond Chandler;
“Little Guy” (20TH “Jerry Tracy” appearance of 27) by Theodore A. Tinsley (2 stories were done by Edward Churchill in 1934);
“Bulldog” by Max Brand (pseudonym of Frederick Faust) (reprinted from COLLIER’S – Feb. 23, 1924);
“Shooting Going On” by Cornell Woolrich; “Murder Frame” by Roger Torrey

“GOOD-VG. Light overall wear especially along the cover edges; pages more browned than usual, again especially along the edges, with chipping noticed on a few page tips. Otherwise basically in solid condition.”

Bookery: $100.00 – $250.00 – $500.00

It’s Raymond Chandler’s final appearance in BLACK MASK and to make up for that it’s Cornell Woolrich first!

BLACK MASK – Oct. 1938 sold for $66.00

Authors: “Forced Landing” (11th “Oliver Quade” appearance of 15) by Frank Gruber;

BLACK MASK - Oct. 1938

BLACK MASK – Oct. 1938

“This Way to the Morgue” (1st “Murray Gifford” appearance of 2) by Frederick C. Davis;
“Gardenia Kill (9th “Pat McCarthy” appearance of 14) by Roger Torrey;
“The Death Pool” (8th “Miles Standish Rice” appearance of 16) by Baynard H. Kendrick

Bookery: $20.00 – $50.00 – $100.00

BLACK MASK - Nov. 1938

BLACK MASK – Nov. 1938

BLACK MASK – Nov. 1938 sold for $55.99

Authors: “Station K-I-L-L” (25th “Jerry Tracy” appearance of 27) by Theodore A. Tinsley;

“Good condition. Used. The cover has some wear, small tears and creases. Page foxing.”

Bookery: $15.00 – $35.00 – $75.00

BLACK MASK – Dec. 1938 sold for $64.00

Authors: “Stop the Presses”

BLACK MASK - Dec. 1938

BLACK MASK – Dec. 1938

(2nd “Murray Gifford” appearance of 2) by Frederick C. Davis; “Concealed Weapon” (10th “Pat McCarthy” appearance of 14) by Roger Torrey; “Smoke in Your Eyes” by Hugh B. Cave; “Come Clean” by Donald Wandrei;
“Careless Killer” (3rd “Beeker” appearance of 7) by Dwight V. Babcock

“Good condition. Used. The cover has some wear, small creases. Page foxing.”

This issue may have been returned because the same dealer listed another copy with the exact same cover, but added pictures of he inside pages. Unless this was a different issue but he re-used the same cover image for some reason. That one only sold for $19.50.

BLACK MASK - Oct. 1938 pages 2

BLACK MASK – Oct. 1938 pages 2

BLACK MASK - Oct. 1938 pages 1

BLACK MASK – Oct. 1938 pages 1

 

“Fair condition. Used. The cover has some surface, edge, cover wear and tear. Pages are foxing. ”
The top and bottom pages are darkened/stained/foxed (?) like 2 1/2 – 3 inches on each side. However both buyers gave the dealer positive feedback so who knows.

BLACK MASK - Oct. 1940

BLACK MASK – Oct. 1940

BLACK MASK – Oct. 1940 sold for $52.00

Authors: “C-Jag” by Cornell Woolrich;

“Money to Burn” (5th “Rex Sackler” appearance of 29) by D. L. Champion;

“The Man Who Turned Up Missing” by Donald Barr Chidsey;

“Killer in Camp” by J. Lane Linklater”

Condition: Original Magazine with wear with original cover/pages. Lots of creasing small chunkupper right back cover gone, Otherwise, NO repairs, clippings or missing pages in the magazine.”

Bookery: $20.00 – $50.00 – $100.00

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

“The Pot of Gold” by Eudora Ramsay Richardson (a Pre-Spider/Richard Wentworth Story)

“Calling RICHARD WENTWORTH – Grow a Back-Bone – Stat !!!” (1932)

Eudora Ramsay Richardson

Eudora Ramsay Richardson around 1958

Jamaica NY Long Island Daily Press 1932

THE POT of GOLD by Eudora Ramsay Richardson

Here’s a SPIDER/RICHARD WENTWORTH story pre-First SPIDER – Oct.1933 !!!

To make it more Pulp related feminist, Eudora Ramsay Richardson (1891-1973) wrote two stories for WEIRD TALES: March 1924 “The Voice of Euphemia” and April 1925 “The Haunting Eyes”.
There’s also “Slippery Stevens” in REAL DETECTIVE TALES and MYSTERY STORIES – April 1925 and “The Silent Years” in ARGOSY ALL-STORY WEEKLY – Nov. 21, 1925, amongst other stories not in the Pulps.

Where else are you going to find this story besides here ? Surely not in any place that I know of.

I can’t say that it’s good, having proof-read it, but it can’t be any worse than other soupy, sappy stories in the Love Pulps. Oh, the drama !

Plus it’s historical, can’t say how much though, for the Pre-SPIDER/ RICHARD WENTWORTH reference !!!

THE POT of GOLD by Eudora Ramsay Richardson

— DICK’S Older Sister, Apparently Intent Upon Marrying Him Off to Money, Steers Both the Boy and Herself Into a Real Love Match —

DR. RICHARD WENTWORTH, 25 and consciously handsome in the uniform Uncle Sam prescribes for his army surgeons, sat stiffly on the edge of his sister’s bed. It was clear that the young doctor was distinctly unhappy.

“The woods around here are full of millionaires,” Jeanne Wentworth was saying with the flintlike edge to her voice which Richard had learned to dread. “The pages, for instance, have a country place near the hotel. There was a Page I might have married if I hadn’t fallen in love with an engaging smile and a lock of waving bronze hair. A cousin of these Pages, of course. Pages are all related.”

Jeanne sighed as she shook out a last year’s evening dress and slipped it over a hanger. Richard sighed, too, remembering his brother-in-law and the romance that had terminated when the philanderer’s wandering eye roamed elsewhere. Jeanne had been a celebrated beauty in those days, and she had changed little – crystallized as she was into the mode of the Gibson Girl. A vestigial pompadour still lingered in her hair. “A part would reveal streaks of gray,” she often explained, but Richard knew that the pompadour, like the skirts whose length still compromised with modernity and the cheeks and lips still innocent of rouge, constituted a heritage she could never abandon. For fifteen years this younger brother had been the pivot around which Jeanne Wentworth revolved. Richard did not remember his father, and the memory of his mother was a wraithlike thing kept alive by Jeanne. Yes, he owed his sister more than he could ever hope to repay; but marriage to a girl he did not love—surely Jeanne was asking too much.

“Maybe the Pages haven’t a daughter,” he suggested hopefully.

“There’s a Betty Lee Page I saw coming in from the golf links,” Jeanne countered. “All the Pages have Lee for a middle name, and all the Lees have Page.”

“Gosh, sis, Richard protested. “I want to marry for love.”

Jeanne wrung her hands in a momentary despair that was very genuine.

“Stop talking like all your destitute ancestors,” she begged. “I married for love. See how long love lasted. Mother married for love. When father died he left her $20,000 in life insurance and a house not quite paid for. Everything’s gone now but my pitiful alimony—and that’s mortgaged for a year at least. You can’t fail me now — after—after all the sacrifice that’s been made.”

JEANNE’S voice trailed into the little sob that always made Richard wriggle uncomfortably.

“You shouldn’t have done it,” he argued. “Four years at college, four years at medical school. I wanted to help.”

“Wait on the table, I suppose, or serve as steward in your frat house. I couldn’t have stood it. You’ve been my lifework, and I’ve made a fair Job of you. I tell you, Dick, there’s no happiness in poverty.”

“What about my making a little money when this internship is over ?”

“Don’t be funny !” Jeanne sniffed, if the delicate nose of a Gibson girl can be said to sniff. “A doctor making money ! You talk like all the Wentworths and Breckenridges—the sort of Southern gentlemen who need money and never make any. Try to fall in love with Betty Lee Page. Please, Dickie !”

Richard nodded soberly, though there was still doubt beneath the surface of his eyes. “All right,” he groaned. “There’s a good chance the heiress won’t want to buy a product like me.”

Jeanne’s eyes glowed with pride in her handiwork.

“I’d like to see the girl who would refuse you,” she said. “You’re the handsomest, sweetest thing that ever lived.”

Richard laughed boyishly. He liked his sisters compliments, but they embarrassed him.

“Too bad the estimate can’t be made unanimous,” he said.

“Well, slip into the white uniform, and we’ll see,” Jeanne urged. “There’s dancing in the hotel ballroom tonight. Betty Lee Page is sure to be on hand.”

The metamorphosis an evening gown effected in Betty Lee Page proved not at all baffling to Jeanne Wentworth’s trained eye.

“There she is,” Jeanne pointed out with a decorous nod in the direction of a group entering the ballroom. “Pages, all of them dashed with Lee. Look, Dick, at the blonde girl in the greenish chiffon.”

Richard looked and responded with the little thrill a pretty girl always sent through him.

“You win, sis,” he smiled. “What are we going to do about it?”

“My affair,” Jeanne replied. “Dance with Mrs. Harper-Smith, the plump dowager you met five minutes ago, and pause afterward near the palm in the corner. Betty Lee sees you already. The white uniform. Really you’re stunning in spite of the little twist football gave to your nose.”

As Richard moved toward mechanical obedience, he was conscious of feeling exceedingly foolish. Twenty-five and played by an older sister like a puppet on a chessboard ! If he were half a man he would stalk through those French doors out into the garden and declare his freedom to the reverberating hills. Halting indecisively, he caught sight of Jeanne surrounded by the newly arrived Pages. Jeanne of all people foisting herself upon strangers ! No, the old lady who wore black sequins and a white ostrich fan had brought about the introduction. Clever Jeanne ! Count on her to observe the proprieties! If he bolted through those open doors he would be free for the evening.

Then across the length of the ballroom his eyes met Betty Lee Page’s, and his quick decision reversed itself. The girl was lovely—exquisitely gold and white against green chiffon as cool and clear as a mountain stream. Not conventionally pretty, perhaps. Mouth a bit too wide but slanting upward at the corners delightfully. Nose with the slight patrician arch hardly according with the modern mode. But the figure. There really was no very good reason for disappointing Jeanne. So Richard danced obediently with Mrs. Harper-Smith and contrived to reach the palm just as the music gave pause to the dancers.

Dutifully he suffered Jeanne to lead him to Betty Lee Page, and forthwith forgot that Jeanne was on earth. Since his sister’s efforts in his behalf considerably antedated the vacation at the Springs, Richard had known many daughters of Croesus and had found them all spoiled little wretches with vision extending not an inch beyond the tips of their powdered noses.

BETTY LEE was distinctly different from the others. During all the dances that he gratefully bestowed upon her not once did she express any preference for uniforms or comment upon the deep cleft in his chin which Richard had hated many a girl for liking, or remarking that the music was heavenly and the floor divine. Amazingly she did not say that tall, dark men constituted her most recent weakness.

In fact, Richard decided, with momentary indulgence in similes, her conversation bore about as much resemblance to the chatter of other girls as the vibrations of a flivver to the purr of a straight eight. Not that Betty Lee talked a great deal. That was just it – she listened well and actually conveyed ideas when she spoke.

“I like this hotel,” she said. “There’s a cross-section of life here that you don’t find in other resorts.”

“Yes,” Richard agreed, “the Old South meeting the New.”

“Mingling with meat packers from the West and Northern soap magnates. Scarcely an American type missing.”

“Mr. Page, for instance, one of the last survivors of the old school, still doing the glide waltz—and with Mrs. Harper-Smith.”

Betty Lee’s smile utilized her eyes and lips and two flickering dimples. A very good smile, Richard decided.

“Cary Lee Page is an anachronism,” she said. “And so is your sister.; I’ve never met a live Gibson Girl before. Stepped from the cover of an old magazine, didn’t she ?”

“Jeanne’s cue sort that stays the same easily. There isn’t anything I can do about it.”

“Surely you wouldn’t want to. It’s people like her and Cary Lee Page and my artist friend on the hillside that make life interesting.”

“Your artist friend !”

Richard was angry with himself for the alarm that crept into his voice. Betty Lee’s laugh was reassuring, however.

“Don’t tell the Pages—but I sit all morning watching him paint. He lives alone without being lonely.”

“Where ?” Richard demanded almost sternly.

“Off the path that leads from the Page house straight up the mountain.”

“Tell the hermit his gallery is in danger of being enlarged.”

SOME one came then for a dance with Betty Lee. Afterward, though Richard felt that he pursued the girl as persistently as a fox terrier retrieves a bone repeatedly tossed from him by a playful boy, there was little chance for conversation.

After the orchestral “Home, Sweet Home” had scattered the dancers, Jeanne followed Richard into his room. Her face was drawn in its eagerness.

“You like her, Dickie; you could more than like her ?” she asked with the imploring quality in her voice which invariably sent shivers down Richard’s spine.

“Could speak feelingly on the subject,” he shrugged. “But an artist has the innings.”

Jeanne executed the very best sniff of which she was capable.

“An artist! What’s an artist compared with a doctor, an army surgeon in a white uniform ? Is the girl brainless ?”

“Diana sprang from the head of Jupiter. There’s the rub. Sense enough to be suspicious of fortune-hunting young men and their sisters. She spends her days in an artist’s cabin, watching the fellow daub colors on canvas.”

“Well find the cabin,” Jeanne announced, letting her jaws click together audibly.

“Really now, wouldn’t that be forcing Cupid’s hand ?”

There was a spasmodic tightening of the muscles in Jeanne’s face. Her gray eyes narrowed to tiny slits, with a glint that was almost feline in their depths.

“Forcing—oh, Dickie, forcing!” she echoed, her voice hard and cold like silver goblets clicking on a metal tray. “You’ve got to marry this girl.”

Richard crossed to the window that looked toward black hills against a purple sky. Betty Lee Page reduced by Jeanne to the sordid symbol of the dollar mark ! When he turned, however, Jeanne had gone, had slipped away because she must have sensed the drift of thoughts clamoring to be vocalized.

THERE was nothing surprising, of course, about Jeanne’s announcing the next morning that she had discovered the dwelling place of the hermit.

“His name is Robert Lasalle,” she told Richard. “Come with me. We’ll find him and perhaps Betty Lee.”

An autumn sun, cool and clear as massed topazes, spattered the path that wound toward the mountain. It seemed to Richard that there was something about Jeanne’s profile to suggest the determination of those reformers who had stood on soapboxes and carried hatchets for the furtherance of their causes. With a cinematic flash, a turn in the road revealed a cottage surrounded by wide flag terraces. Two splashes of color against a white background were recognizable in a moment as a girl in an orange sweater and a man wearing a smock of green. Betty Lee Page, with an easel before her, sat by the side of her artist, busily applying paints to canvas. Her hair was blowing misty-gold in the sunlight, and her face was flushed in its earnestness.

“Look,” whispered Jeanne, “the man isn’t young. Iron gray hair and deep lines in his face.”

Richard quickened his step and emitted a long, low whistle. Betty Lee Page looked up from her work.

“You are clever,” she called. “I thought you’d miss the trail. It wasn’t blazed for strangers.”

“You bet I didn’t miss the trail,” Richard laughed.

ROBERT LASALLE acknowledged the introduction with a growl resembling that of a caged bear whose midday meal was being interrupted. He looked the artist, however, with his rumbled hair, his scholarly stoop, and his long, slim fingers that worked nervously even when they were not holding the brush. Richard glanced toward the artist’s canvas. Robert Lasalle was painting a portrait of Betty Lee Page as she sat before her easel.

“I’m modeling in payment for lessons,” the girl explained. “I’ve learned more in this one vacation than in all the years I’ve studied.”

Richard crossed to Betty Lee’s easel. The canvas stretched there had caught the gorgeous warmth and color of the mountains in autumn.

“She didn’t do this—not alone !” gasped Jeanne.

“She did,” Robert Lasalle affirmed with a grunt that sounded almost approving.

Betty Lee laid down her brush and palette.

“I’m stiff from sitting so long. Let’s have a tramp to Sloans Cave,” she said.

“Not I,” Jeanne vetoed.

“I’m going to work,” Robert Lasalle growled again.

Richard took a moment to be sorry for Jeanne. She was used to courtesy from men—not to growls and grunts that ignored her presence. But Jeanne was unruffled. Then quickly Richard forgot Jeanne. Betty Lee was flashing down the mountain, a vivid splotch of orange merging into the autumn foliage. She turned into a trail that led upward, Richard at her heels. Single file they climbed to a clearing that overlooked a panoramic sweep of lowland. Betty Lee perched herself upon a rock and motioned Richard to a smooth spot beside her.

“What do you think of my artist ?” she asked.

“A grouchy old introvert who should be banished from society,” the young physician diagnosed ruthlessly.

“That grouch is his defense. It’s only skin deep.”

“I suppose some woman wronged him. That’s according to the precedents of fiction.”

Betty Lee nodded. “I’ve pieced the story together from facts everybody knows and from what Mr. Lasalle has let fall from time to time. The woman liked money and hated art. She couldn’t wait for Robert Lasalle’s work to be recognized. So she hounded him till he did commercial stuff which didn’t pay because it wasn’t even good commercial stuff. A real artist’s wouldn’t be, you know. Now she’s married a man who has money and nothing else.”

“And the heartbroken husband has fled to the hills to try to forget ?”

“Not heartbroken,” Betty Lee contradicted. “Merely trying to get a new start. He’s staging the biggest comeback you ever heard of.”

“How did you two find each other ?” Richards asked, intent upon keeping the conversation personal to Betty Lee.

“Each other ! Good heavens ! I found him and stuck like a leech. He tolerates me for some quality he seems to have found in my work.”

“It’s there in your canvas—that quality,” Richard agreed. “Though I’m no judge of art, I feel it. But imagine a man having to find it in order to bear your pretense ! Aren’t you a humorist ?”

BETTY LEE chose to ignore the compliment. As though suddenly remembering a duty overlooked, she jumped to her feet.

“We’d better rescue your sister,” she said. “If she disturbs Robert Lasalle, she may be torn into bits.”

When Richard and Betty Lee returned to the shack, however, the artist was before his canvas, painting with slow, steady strokes. Jeanne, silent and still, sat watching him. The look on Jeanne’s face was wholly new to Richard. The little worried lines had gone. That ageless peace that takes no account of time or place or the outcome of human endeavor seemed to have come to her.

“And the heartbroken husband has fled to the hills to try to forget ?”

“Not heartbroken,” Betty Lee contradicted. “Merely trying to get a new start. He’s staging the biggest comeback you ever heard of.”

“How did you two find each other ?” Richards asked, intent upon keeping the conversation personal to Betty Lee.

“Each other ! Good heavens ! I found him and stuck like a leech. He tolerates me for some quality he seems to have found in my work.”

“It’s there in your canvas—that quality,” Richard agreed. “Though I’m no judge of art, I feel it. But imagine a man having to find it in order to bear your pretense ! Aren’t you a humorist ?”

BETTY LEE chose to ignore the compliment. As though suddenly remembering a duty overlooked, she jumped to her feet.

“We’d better rescue your sister,” she said. “If she disturbs Robert Lasalle, she may be torn into bits.”

When Richard and Betty Lee returned to the shack, however, the artist was before his canvas, painting with slow, steady strokes. Jeanne, silent and still, sat watching him. The look on Jeanne’s face was wholly new to Richard. The little worried lines had gone. That ageless peace that takes no account of time or place or the outcome of human endeavor seemed to have come to her.

Silently the sister and brother retraced their steps down the mountain. On the veranda of the hotel Jeanne turned to Richard as though about to make a damning confession.

“Robert Lasalle is going to paint my portrait,” she said. “He wants it to hang by the side of Betty Lee Page’s. Said something about contrasting types. Sittings begin tomorrow morning.”

Jeanne paused, pensive for a moment, and then laughed in three or four strained metallic notes, as though to shake off a mood that annoyed her.

“Funny, isn’t it ?” she continued. “I agreed so that you could have Betty Lee to yourself. Work fast, sonny. Days are short, and life is fleeting.”

Richard turned away without replying. He was wondering if he had ever known the real Jeanne, wondering if his sister had not deliberately grown a crust to cover depths she would rather not have plumbed.

During the days that followed Richard Wentworth took no time to wonder about Jeanne. In the evenings he danced with Betty Lee Page in the hotel ballroom or strolled with her upon the terrace beneath an ornate October moon that burned like a giant orange in an inverted purple basket. In the morning he and Betty Lee rode through the hills on horses supplied from the Page stables. In the afternoons they played golf across the hotel links.

“This is my first vacation in years,” Betty Lee told Richard. “I meant to play all summer and instead I found Robert Lasalle and worked harder than ever. I’m glad he’s banished me.”

Richard looked at the girl hungrily as she rested slim arms upon the balcony, the soft oval of her face tilted upward that she might level her eyes with his. The earnest girls he had known—those in his classes at medical college, the conscientious nurses in the hospitals were all plain. The pretty girls who had crossed his path were never in the least earnest. Here was a girl who dangerously combined brains and the lure men found irresistible.

“You feel about art as I feel about medicine,” he said.

“You couldn’t be happy without it.”

“No—not without it. Work isn’t happiness, but for some of us there couldn’t be happiness without work. Tell me what you hope to do. I’ve wanted to hear.”

Boyish restraint was broken down as Richard told of ambitions that had lain abortive within him, of dreams to which he had never before given expression.

“You’ll be a great physician,” Betty Lee said gently, “but you’ll never be rich. Thank goodness, you’re not the sort of person who cares.”

THEN suddenly Richard Wentworth remembered the Page millions and was frightened. His tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, dry and feathery and cutting off the words he should have spoken. He and his sister were of that lowest of human species—fortune-hunters with their traps set for an heiress. He wanted this girl desperately. Perhaps she wanted him, too.

Some day she would find out why he and Jeanne had come to the Springs. Then she would hate him. He couldn’t stand to have Betty Lee hate him. If she were a pauper, he would still want her. He couldn’t go on like this, couldn’t bear the thought of having Betty Lee discover him later.

It was Betty Lee who finally broke the terrible silence. “If I don’t hurry, the Pages will be having dinner without me,” she said. Richard shouldered the two golf bags and walked with Betty Lee to the green-and-nickel roadster that waited near the hotel steps.

“I’m coming for you at 9,” he said. “You’ll be ready ?”

“Always when there’s dancing,” she replied. “Art isn’t my only passion. Dancing’s another.”

The car rounded the curving drive and shot into temporary oblivion. Richard hurried into the hotel and through the deserted lobby, like a man suddenly conscious of some new purpose in life. He found Jeanne standing before her mirror in a fluffy white frock that made her look more than ever like the reincarnation of Charles Dana Gibson’s ideal.

“I’m having dinner with Robert Lasalle on the mountain top,” she said, without meeting his eye.

“I don’t care what you’re doing,” the young man snapped. “You’ve done a lot for me, sis, but I can’t forgive you for making me a hopeless fool.”

“Think of the material I had to work with, dear.”

“The Wentworths and Breckenridges were at least honest, and we’re cheats.”

“And how ?”

“You’ve been trying to make me marry for money and not for love.”

“Have I succeeded ?”

“You have not. I’m in love with Betty Lee Page. I adore her—I—”

“Then why demolish me with your ravings ? You aren’t marrying for money after all.”

“I’m not marrying at all—not after I followed the rainbow for a pot of gold.”

“How flowery love makes you !” Jeanne said, with the semblance of a yawn. “Heredity is powerful. Wentworths and Breckenridges are always like that when similarly stimulated.”

“Now listen to me, sis. I’m through being treated like a kid,” Richard exploded. “I’m going to make a clean breast to Betty Lee Page. She’ll hear the state of our finances, why we came here—everything. Then she’s going to hate me—and I—I’m going to hell where I belong.”

JEANNE’S lips moved, but no sound was audible to Richard. As she covered her face with slim Victorian hands, Richard turned away and left the room, for the first time in his life adamant to his sister’s tears. Shortly before 9 that night Dr. Richard Wentworth in white flannels and blue coat that differentiated him not at all from the civilian guests in the hotel backed a second-hand flivver out of the row of cars parked just off the drive. He was making the first of the many defiant gestures planned for the evening. Jeanne had decreed that the terrible car which had conveyed the brother and sister to the Springs should be socially ostracized during the holiday.

As preliminary to the confession Richard had planned to make, Betty Lee and all the Pages must see the shabby vehicle and hear its raucous clatter—symbol as it was of the poverty to which the Wentworths had descended.

Unfortunately there was not a Page on the veranda when Richard banged on the brakes ready for the tragedy that would wreck his life. Betty Lee was waiting on the steps more alluring than ever in a white chiffon frock and a velvet wrap the color of the moon that would soon be rising over the mountains. Richard squared his jaw and swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. What he never could have he must try not to want with such devastating intensity.

“Can you ride in a coffee mill ?” he asked. “Even this is better than the Wentworths can afford.”

Betty Lee slipped through the open door before a helping hand could reach her.

“I’ve ridden many, times in worse and probably will many times again,” she said.

RICHARD stepped resolutely upon the clutch. The ancient vehicle lunged forward like an angry bronco, finally settling into a pace that combined all the disagreeable features of a gallop and a trot.

“We’re not going to dance just now.” Richard’s voice was cold and far away, like distant hammering upon steel framework. “Well ride, and I’ll talk. Please listen.”

“Of course,” came the sibilant whisper, while Richard looked straight ahead upon the road that unwound before him like white tape from a cardboard wheel.

“I love you,” he went on with a voice alien to the uses of lovers. “I love you so much that I think I can’t stand it.”

Betty Lee’s hand slipped over one of those that gripped the steering wheel, and Richard almost forgot his lines. “But—but,” he continued stoically, “I’m not going to ask you to marry me. We’ve got to the end of our rope—Jeanne and I. We’ve nothing on earth but debts, Jeanne’s absurd alimony and the pittance I make. We came to the Springs to find an heiress. You—you were the victim selected. You needn’t see me again. But loving you like this, I couldn’t go away without telling you. I couldn’t leave you wondering perhaps.”

The words trailed into silence. The old car clattered ceaselessly.

“You mean you wanted to marry me because of the Page money ?”

“Until I knew you. After that I loved you—loved you enough to tell you this and to make you hate me forever.”

“And nobody told you that my father was a distant cousin of Cary Lee Page’s, that I haven’t a cent in the world and never will have unless I earn it by painting pictures some one will buy, that Cousin Cary stumbled upon me by accident and decided to give me this vacation, and to make a thorough job of his charity ?”

Richard stopped the car with a perilous bang. “Are you telling me the truth ?” he demanded.

“If you and your sister had made the simplest investigation, you could have been saved time and trouble. I thought you knew. Every one else does.”

Flashes of lightning. Skyrockets bursting about him. Richard himself a meteor flashing through space. Betty Lee Page held tight against him, resisting at first, then resisting no longer. Betty Lee admitting that she loved him. The riotous moment ended in coherence at last.

“You will paint great pictures,” said Richard. “I will try to be a good doctor. Together—always.”

“Your sister! ” Betty Lee faltered. “Poor Jeanne !”

“We’ll tell her now. That much is due her. She’s with your artist.”

THEY drove to the foot of the trail and climbed upward, stones scarring Betty Lee’s silver slippers, underbrush snagging the chiffon on her dress. A long light trailing through the windows of the shack. Voices coming clear through the silence of the night. With an arm about Betty Lee, Richard paused shamelessly to listen. Robert Lasalle was speaking.

“I shouldn’t have told you,” he was saying. “I have nothing to offer but a name that may some day mean something. What I’m making now is enough for the mountain top but not for the valleys where others live.”

Jeanne’s reply came in staccato jerks. “l want the mountain. I’ve lived so long in the valley. When Wentworths and Breckenridges love, there’s no use resisting. Dick will marry the little Page girl who has nothing but her art —and I’ll marry you, Robert Lasalle. Since the first night at the hotel I’ve known that Betty Lee was not the Page heiress. It doesn’t matter. We have our rainbows—the sort that never lead to pots of gold.”

Richard Wentworth held Betty Lee Page close and was silent. Later he would go in to Jeanne and the artist— but not just then—for Jeanne’s sake and his own.

SPIDER - August 1941 ''The Spider and the Scarlet Surgeon'' I had to stay with the Doctor theme

SPIDER – August 1941 ”The Spider and the Scarlet Surgeon”
I had to stay with the Doctor theme

 

— END —

Jamaica NY Long Island Daily Press 1932

That paper’s small print says “Copyright by Public Ledger”

(probably not now, but we’re not making any money off it).

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith

(“Where else are you going to find this story”… truthfully, the 1ST edition (had to keep the newspaper theme going) showed up at my Group first, Oct. 2015). If it wasn’t printed here now it probably would have been great for an issue of Girasol Collectables The SPIDER reprints or a PULPSTER.

Pulps Pricings Sales Census

Hello all Pulp Magazine Collectors, Readers, Buyers, etc… you know who you are.

My introduction to Pulp Magazines:
When comics priced me out of their range the value/fun just wasn’t there for continuing collecting new issues. I quit at $1.50 or so (1988 and 10,000 plus issues). New issues today go for around $2.00 – $3.00 plus for 16-24 pages, so JUST 4 issues would cost about $8.00 – $12.00 and up. When I started in 1976 they were 30 cents. Golden Age comics are out of most collectors reach now.

During that 1976-’77 period I’d heard about these things called old “Pulp” magazines that “disintegrated in your hands as you read them” from Conan the Barbarian/Savage Sword of Conan, Kull, and their paperbacks (R.E.H. horror series like “Black Canaan” (love “The House in the Oaks” and “People of the Black Coast”), and the Doc Savage B&W Marvel comic magazine (last 2) .

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I decided that some day when I had the money that I’d actually own some these ‘things’.

In upstate New York one sees nothing of that type around and I never had a chance to get any Pulps until 2008 when we got our first computer. From there I FOUND eBAY.

My first Pulps were JUNGLE STORIES – April 1943 (Ki-Gor), PHANTOM DETECTIVE, BLACK BOOK DETECTIVE (Black Bat) – Sept. – 1941, then many more after that. For the ‘Black Bat’ I had seen an article in some comics fan magazine (Comics Scene/Comics Preview ???) with the title “The Other Batman,” which made me want to look into this character. I’m not sure if Will Murray wrote it or not as I can’t find the magazine and I’d really like to re-read the article.
In just 8 years my Pulp collection is at around 2,250 – 2,500 issues. From collectors that have been at it since the 1950’s and ’60’s (even the 1970’s) I’m barely a new-born stumbling out of the crib. I won’t even mention collectors like Walker Martin, Nick “Wooda” Carr or Al Tonik.

I’m always fascinated when prices seem to be on the ‘extreme’ side, either high or low (mostly high). Especially for Scarce to Very Rare titles that most collectors probably never see. It’s probably from my comic buying days and Overstreet’s listings of Scarce to Rare items. I’m hoping others will be interested in what certain issues go for also…High grade issues going for low money, beat (Fair) issues going for extremely high (relative) prices, and those in-between.

For terms of “Scarcity” and values I use “Bookery’s Guide to Pulps and Related Magazines“.
Also, for “Pulps” I’ll use the regular Pulp-size issues, Bed-sheets (‘slicks’), and digest. Examples: SCARLET ADVENTURESS, AMAZING DETECTIVE STORIES, FLYING STORIES (the first 14 Macfadden Publications issues were not Pulp-sized but bedsheets like the later FLYING ACES), The POCKET MAGAZINE, SWIFT STORY MAGAZINE will all be treated the same. If it’s in ADVENTURE HOUSE GUIDE To The PULPS or BOOKERY then it’s good for listing.

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At times a few extras will be thrown in, like Pulp Premiums (“The Shadow Ring”, “Friends of the Phantom” (Detective) Badge/Pin, Doc Savage Pin), Pulp author autographs, manuscripts, photographs, Original Pulp Paintings. Maybe even a PEP, SILK STOCKINGS, SPICY, but they’d have to be extra special.

If it wasn’t stated, these statics would be for actual sales items, not issues that have been sitting in some dealers inventory for years with high prices. Also I’ll list off only the prolific authors in an issue, and the story title if it’s interesting. I could just copy off the whole The FictionMags Index  contents for an issue but that’s what that site is for and I don’t want to take away from all of Phil Stephensen-Payne’s hard work there. By “prolific authors” I mean if the author’s output takes up 3/4 or more of a FictionMags page then they are prolific. This may include their real name and any number of pseudonyms to reach that amount. An example from a sample BLUE BOOK MAGAZINE issue: Clarence Herbert New (never heard of) has 2 pages worth of stories (his “Free Lances in Diplomacy” series).

Some of the photographs originally may have been too dark, light, uncropped, etc. so I had to ‘tweak’ them as best as I could. I’m not a professional, or anywhere near so with computers, and resort to using “Windows Live Photo Gallery” editing/cropping and “Paint” for re-sizing. If an image is just too blurry or small I’ll have to use the image at Galactic Central, and state that’s where it came from.

In much the same way as I enjoy reading Walker Martin’s postings, because, even at his ‘young’ age, his notes have that “Gosh – wow !” quality about them. At my own age I also have that “By golly, gee-whiz” fanboy feeling when I talk about, write,or receive a new Pulp package in the mail.

So to try out my first Posting, or is it Blog:

PHANTOM DETECTIVE - July 1942

The Phantom Detective (July 1942)

Here’s one I hope someone can explain to me.

PHANTOM  DETECTIVE – July 1942 recently sold on eBay for $182.50 !!!

It’s not even an early 1930’s issue and there’s nothing special author-wise from the FictionMags index.

“Condition: Very Good”; that’s all there is for the condition.

Not even High Grade.

Authors: “The Medieval Murders” by Robert Wallace (this time really by Henry Kuttner).

It’s not the first Kuttner has done a Phantom story: “The Sabotage Murders” in PHANTOM DETECTIVE – July 1941. It also contains a short story by J. Lane Linklater (pseudonym of Alexander William Watkins).

Bookery says the Sept. 1940 is Scarce, April and Dec. 1942 as Scarcer, and April 1941 as the Scarcest 1940’s issue.

Bookery has $12.00 – $30.00 – $60.00 for this July 1942 issue.

My copy only set me back $5.00 and 29 cents which is why I didn’t understand the $182.50 !!!

ENJOY PULPS – David Lee Smith