Pulp Fiction, 1931 · page 8 of 68
10-Story Book, July 1931 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Page Analysis This is story prose from a pulp magazine's interior page. The visible text depicts a scene at what appears to be a nightclub or establishment called Peacock Alley, where two women are being ejected by a gruff man who tells them they're unwanted. One woman responds defiantly with threats. The narrative then shifts to describe cold, snowy weather outside, including a doorman's complaints about working in harsh conditions. Below the story excerpt is a brief society item from The Medina (Ohio) Sentinel about Mr. and Mrs. Glen Vance hosting a Halloween dance party with doctors from Akron.
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6 10-STORY BEGINS ITS 30TH SUCCESSFUL YEAR! . its Harry! He got his job, I guess. See... . ain’t he handsome? Mebbe he’s: got..a friend or you, Kits..; ...; Oh, hello, Harry .... meet my friend, Kitty Daring: oo SRE S57 hee ERS a tie ss what’s the matter?” “You bums gotta beat it!” the man an- swered gruffly. “This ain’t a joint and you two dames aren’t wanted!” The girls stood up, one, rather shame- facedly sidling toward the entrance, the other brazenly giving vent to her char- acteristic temper. “Oh! ... . so that’s it So aie hat-now, eht:;:.-. . feeb your oats, don’t you? Well, let me tell you somethin apie boy <i. .7if Dpeverws in? . quit your pushin’... . I’m goin’, ain’t I? it: Levert se¢...5." The rest of the words were lost to the interested listeners in Peacock Alley as the revolving door swung around. As the outer half turned inward, a slight draft of chilled air entered, causing the house detective to shiver involuntarily as he turned away and, with a complacent smile, walked toward the lobby. Outside, the wind whistled in an ever increasing cadence, and the almost de- serted streets were a picture of lonesome- ness and desolation. The doorman stamped his feet mechanically and watched the small, conical vortexes of snow rush past. “It's a hell of a night to have to earn your living out in this cold!” he muttered complainingly. And a Couple Extra Pads of Prescriptions Mr. and Mrs. Glen Vance entertained a party of 16 friends from Akron at a Hallowe'en dance Tuesday evening. There were five doctors in the group, friends of their brother, Dr. Dan Fessler. Several came flasked and most of them were in costume. A good time was had by all. —_Item in The Medina (Ohio) Sentinel. COMICOOOKS:CO an