Pulp Fiction, 1928 · page 6 of 68
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# Page Analysis This page from *The South Sea Island Number* contains a photograph with caption at the top, followed by story prose below. The photograph shows a woman in costume posed with tropical props for a hose-company advertisement. The caption explains she is a department-store hosiery demonstrator named Vinny Perk from South Africa. The prose section continues a narrative (from page 2) involving a canoe encounter and dialogue between sailors and a local woman, including period-typical colonial-era language and racial terminology reflecting the pulp magazine's era.
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4 THE SOUTH SEA ISLAND NUMBER They Wear Their Hose Light in South Africa and this fair damsel is a hose demonstrator in a big department store in Cape Town or Johannisburg or something like that. Her name is Vinny Perk, and she speaks English like all the South Africans, only she calls afternoon tea “tiffin,” and so forth. When business 1s dull in the hose department she goes up to the toy department and washes the kewpie dolls. She isn’t so tropical; but her hose are, and so weve twncluded her. Specially posed for the Tropical Number of 10 Story Book, per Ford Foto Studios, Ellensburg, ashington. TITTLE OOO (Continued from page 2) not too thick or too thin. She was spar buff, dazzling in the sunshine, and she wore a grass skirt which reached from her waist to her knees, her breasts and shoulders entirely bare. When the canoe came alongside the man spoke first, grinned widely and showed friendliness. “ ‘Sdlpguert—butionimsky—dues due- srtsztvnztru,’ said the lady in a gentle voice, a low soft voice which brought all to attention. “‘Squedht, mmshd—’ “*Girl, you are dead right,’ I said, stopping my work and leaning upon the rail amidships. ‘I don’t quite get your lingo, but I can lick anyone who contra- dicts a lady—that goes.’ «She means toss a piece of silver over- board—these French niggers know silver; the franc is that metal,’ said the Captain leaning from the mainsheer pole. ““Well, why don’t you toss it then?’ I asked. “IT thought you might have a stray COMNnnle HOOKS .E©