10-Story Detective, September 1941 — page 28: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

WOW NE Me eens " wep mits ~ oo - ED a BS eS bs ec ¥ as ae HE breezed into the cocktail S lounge and a dozen heads craned for a better view. You read about glamour girls, but you never know what the term means till you’ve seen one. Poise, beauty, an aloofness, yes, but more important is that cer- tain indefinable quality certain girls have that make a fellow feel no big- ger than a pinhead. She had it, plus. She perched herself on a red 26 By H. Q. Masur leather and chromium stool beside the cowboy and ordered a drink. This wasn’t any ordinary cowboy. He was wearing quite an outfit. Ten-gallon pearl gray Stetson, green silk shirt, doeskin chaps. You don’t see a rig like that except in the movies or in Reno or in Las Vegas—which is where we were. Dude ranch stuff. Strictly for the tourists. Besides being slightly crocked he was one of those pretty boys, with wavy blond hair, the kind prospective CO) OO AMUC S ramed for a Funeral (©