Pulp Fiction, 1946 · page 81 of 84
10-Story Detective Magazine, April 1946 — page 81: what you’re looking at
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# Page Analysis This is a story page (page 79) from a pulp magazine titled "Hitchhike to a Hangnoose." The page contains prose narrative describing an interaction between a character named Joe and a tall stern-faced man who has stopped him on a roadway. The man references a lost topcoat and implies Joe was involved in some kind of incident, while Joe responds with humor and deflection. The right half of the page is dominated by period advertisements for services including bracelet repair, songwriting opportunities, poetry submission requests, and discounted women's clothing. The story text appears to be from a crime or mystery narrative, though the complete plot context remains unclear from this single page.
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A minute later the whole main posse went elattering across the bridge. Joe heard the dogs’ clamor, the men’s gruff shouts diminish in the distance. He drew in his first deep breath in the re- lief of the moment. When the posse returned, at a walk now,Joe was waiting right in the roadway to meet them. Somebody pinned a flash- light beam on him. A tall stern-faced man said, “Had a feelin’ you’d turn up hereahouts, son. Your jalopy’s dewn the line about a quarter mile, where this raseal left it.” He swung the flashight on a bedraggled figure. Harry Dale, wear- ing handeuffs and a surly expression. Joe grinned. “You look natural, pal, wearing those bracelets. In case you're wondering how the dogs found you go easy, it was your topcoat,” Dale spat, “Nuts! You left it dewn the read, where I dropped you.” “Remember,” Joe said, “when I jumped | Qe : for the car? You were having too good a time shaking me off to see me hang that tepeoat of yours on the bumper.” Dale snaried. “Give the boy scout a merit badge, sheriff,” “E figured if you could use me to hy down a phony scent for the hounds te follow, Pd at least give them a chance to follow the right one.” Joe chuekled, as he went on te explain Phil’s gimmick. Dale’s fists clenched and he moved to ptrike at Joe’s face. “You mean that gas tank ain’t really empty!” The tall, stern man said, “Thig swamp rat don’t earry no bounty. But if there’s anything we ean do to oblige you—” Joe grinned. “Might get my clothes off him. Pm on my way to New Orleans, to pop the question to a certain lady.” The tall man looked thoughtful. “How'd you hke a police escort?” He chuckled. “Girl waitin’ up, is she?” “Sure is.” “Suppose you rolled wp to her door in | back of 2 couple of motoreyeles, sirens awailin’. Sort of bring out wha? a hero you been, real graphie, and—” “Whoa!” Joe protested. Then a broad smile crossed his face. “Well, maybe you ‘have got somethin’, That might go pretty good with a woman.” “Might!” The older man _ snorted. “Why, son, you’re good as engaged right now. Here—” he extended his hand— “let me be the first te congratulate you!” HITCHHIKE TO A HANGNOOSE———— tty Yy Yt ty UY Loy ty ge FOR ONLY yy! y your old stretch. bracelet when B® con he expertly repaized ip o shosk time, ‘ie wilt be in perfect con~ ‘dition and returmed: to: you —S ten ame ae de- | GERMAIN’ 5 ot) SYCAMORE ST. . WATERLOO, [OWA YY tify iy Yi Ze Ys sini) WANTED AT ONCE Send Yaur Peems, Any Sub ter Imme. ag ea IN. SONGWRITING? RADIO CITY MUSIC ACADEMY 1674 Broadway _-_~_~_Wew Yorh 8,1 ¥; CHANGE YOUR LUCKI DO YOU WANT HAPPINESS, MONEY, LOVE, POWER? or FRER PARTICULARS describing the éNegod Dane Bhaets oa. ol, Simply send your Ask Tonbes, Talieman, goad Bo money. CO 3 SK M.S s MV \S Nees SRR Wy yy iy ae Yj SONGWRITERS D, SMYTHE CO. Rox $5" Newark, Mo, (©) AA