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Shouldn't that read "Draw the Curtain Closed?" Or just "Draw the Curtain." You don't need the "close," it's implied in "draw." Apparently someone thought the title had a better rhythm this way, but it's redundant and probably wrong. The guys who bought this cared a whole lot about grammar, I'm sure.
Anyway, he's dressed, she's completely naked, there's a Luger on the bed, his hand's in his front pocket, what's going on here. My guess is that his gun was too quick.
You can't improve on perfection.
No relation to Smokey Stover, is my guess.
"A vivid and angry novel that exposes the corruption and decadence," blah blah blah. Whatever Signet needed to do to create the impression that this really isn't a dirty book. Those GI's in the upper right corner aren't fooled for a minute.
A suspense thriller. Why of course. This is a fine illustration. Well-executed, composed, good use of chiarascuro. Also, she's pretty much naked, the dress being mostly a suggestion for the sake of decorum.
Okay, it appears we're edging into areas of questionable taste, according to the synopsis. Also, why is the young man named after a sandwich?
With, no doubt, many more big printings to follow.
You couldn't make this up if you tried.
After so many tawdry scenarios delineated on the covers of aging drugstore softcore, it's a pleasure to visit the clean, crisp, white-cotton world of the Studio Nurse, which I'm sure is completely realistic in its depiction of the exciting milieu inside a bustling Hollywood studio.
Producer Mike Lancaster! Producer Mike Lancaster's ulcer! Handsome Mace Hunter, test pilot! Naval Lieutenant Dirk Patou! And at the center of this swirl of manly men, Golden-Haired Lori Todd!
Shouldn't that read "Draw the Curtain Closed?" Or just "Draw the Curtain." You don't need the "close," it's implied in "draw." Apparently someone thought the title had a better rhythm this way, but it's redundant and probably wrong. The guys who bought this cared a whole lot about grammar, I'm sure.
No relation to Smokey Stover, is my guess.
"A vivid and angry novel that exposes the corruption and decadence," blah blah blah. Whatever Signet needed to do to create the impression that this really isn't a dirty book. Those GI's in the upper right corner aren't fooled for a minute.
A suspense thriller. Why of course. This is a fine illustration. Well-executed, composed, good use of chiarascuro. Also, she's pretty much naked, the dress being mostly a suggestion for the sake of decorum.
Okay, it appears we're edging into areas of questionable taste, according to the synopsis. Also, why is the young man named after a sandwich?
After so many tawdry scenarios delineated on the covers of aging drugstore softcore, it's a pleasure to visit the clean, crisp, white-cotton world of the Studio Nurse, which I'm sure is completely realistic in its depiction of the exciting milieu inside a bustling Hollywood studio.
Producer Mike Lancaster! Producer Mike Lancaster's ulcer! Handsome Mace Hunter, test pilot! Naval Lieutenant Dirk Patou! And at the center of this swirl of manly men, Golden-Haired Lori Todd!
Space spheres and violent volcanoes, what more could a boy growing up in the suburbs in the 1960s want?
A popular style from the sixties, two books bound together in a single edition that met in the middle. You had to flip it over to read the other one.
