Pulp Fiction, 1946 · page 55 of 84
10-Story Detective Magazine, April 1946 — page 55: what you’re looking at
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# Page Analysis This page contains story prose and an illustration from a pulp fiction magazine. The illustration depicts what appears to be an artist's studio scene with figures around a canvas or easel. The story, titled "Welcome Homicide, Louie!" by Joe Archibald, is described as an "Alvin Hinkey" yarn. The visible text describes two characters—Hambone Noonan and the narrator—greeting a returning G.I. named Louis Gazfuskie, who has apparently served in World War II. The dialogue centers on Louis's wartime experiences in Africa and Italy, with casual, period-appropriate banter about his adventures and changes since leaving. The tone is lighthearted and conversational throughout the visible excerpt.
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“Welcome Homicide, Louie!” “Alvin Hinkey’’ Yarm By Joe Archibald him along to the next homicide binge. And nearly gets his pal handed the keys to the city’s cadaver cooler. into the precinct house one night and get the surprise of our lives. Wo, it is not a fresh corpse stretched out an the floor, but Louis Gazfunkle in the flesh. Louis has five Hershey bars on his sleeve, and plenty of fruit salad on his massive bosom. He has filled out since we saw him off to the wars. His face shows all the signs that he has not been in Africa and Italy just to study the cus- toms of the people. PH iste tne NOONAN and I walk “Why, Louie,” Hambone Noonan yelpa aud aticks out his big paw. “An’ you didn’ even lose a leg?” “Sf I had, beetlehead,” Louis says, “I~ would of brought if home an’ wrapped MR about your neck, You look dumber | To greet a returning G./., the D.A,’s dafiiest detective drags than you did pre-war, Hambone. Alvin, you been overestimatin’ the big goon even in your let—” “Ha,” I says. “How waa the gondolas in Venice, huh?” “T bet he left a lot of ‘em broken-heart- ed, Alvin,” Noonan grins. Louie shakes his head. He says to me, “Same old Noonan. Should I tell him how I hated to leave Florence and how 1 robbed a Venetian blind?” “So what harm was there?” Hambone says. “Everybody is black-marketin’ over there. When you really goin’ te git out, Louie?” : “It'll take me about as long as the last rap I hung on a guy,” Louie says. “About ninety days. You know what? The com- ¢ S C© AA Ccomicloo