Pulp Fiction, 1934 · page 64 of 148
Western Story Magazine, May 12, 1934 — page 64: what you’re looking at
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# What's on This Page This page from *Street & Smith's Western Story Magazine* contains story prose from what appears to be a Western fiction narrative. The visible text depicts a scene where a character named Bascom demonstrates his newfound fighting ability to impress his boss by performing controlled feats of strength—punching near someone's face and lifting a man overhead without injuring him. The page also includes a brief notice advertising an upcoming serial called "Stone Stirrups" by Kenneth Perkins, and a short factual piece titled "Ambergris Find Fails," describing how treasure hunters in California were deceived about supposed valuable ambergris that turned out to be industrial sewage chemical.
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62 _ $treet & Smith’s Western Story Magazine Bascom spoke quickly: “Look, boss! I wanta show you. Stand up there, Hunt. Boss, I just found out how to do it. Look!” He let go a terrific haymaker at Hunt’s jaw. The man dodged with a yell of fright. But at that he would not have moved quickly enough, if Bascom’s giant fist hadn’t stopped within a half inch of the bristled chin. Arm still in the air, the cowboy looked around at Gehan ber and grinned. “See that? D’you get it? Look.” He snatched up Lafe Hunt as if the man had been a rag doll, and swung him, arm length, overhead. Hunt, completely demoralized, screamed with terror. The body hurled downward, and the specta- tors gasped. But it stopped within a foot of the floor, checked smoothly by perfectly timed muscles. Bas- com released it gently, and Hunt rolled out of reach, eyes distended, jaw slack. Duke Jones was watching with narrowed, glittering gaze. He was a man who could appreciate such a performance. Bascom laughed hap- pily. “See, boss? I can handle myself now. I’ve always hated fights, when all the time the only thing I needed was a fight, to learn how ‘to use my strength. I bet I don’t bust up any more bunks or pitchfork handles. And”’—Bascom hesitated and blushed—“‘about the—the rest of it, boss. If I’m ever half the man the guy was who saved Shawnee Creek from a scalpin’, I’ll be more’n satis- fied.” The old eyes of Lew Schraber stared into the young ones a min- ute, and understanding flooded over him. His gun hand dropped limply. “Well, I'll be dog-goned!” said Lew Schraber. A New Serial, “STONE STIRRUPS,” by KENNETH PERKINS, Begins in Next Week’s Issue. AMBERGRIS FIND FAILS to Bolinas Beach, California, collapsed recently when chemists de- f . HE great ambergris boom that drew thousands of treasure hunters clared the lumps were not ambergris at all but a sea-hardened chemical that had been used in clearing sewers in San Francisco. The excitement began when Captain H. Halvardsen, after gathering one hundred and fifty pounds of it, said the material was the purest ambergris he had ever seen. The school board declared a Henaey and with children and teachers hurried to the beach. Ambergris, cast up by sick whales, is used in the making of perfumes and is very valuable. Bolinas dwellers figured that a whole school of whales had. been indisposed five hundred thousand-dollars’ worth. Uni- versity of California experts said nay, and the excitemen imicboo <SiGoOim