Pulp Fiction, 1924 · page 5 of 194
Adventure Magazine Cover, November 10, 1924 — page 5: what you’re looking at
A restored page from Pulp Fiction, 1924. Page through the whole issue in the reader above.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
/ : Oh ae! a4 4 Vg 4 = aa ¥ nye v % “Wer LOLS : 2h ae s, ten, st A! v . \ iy » Nj D AN ' en \ CAP Rien \\ mys IY ah » oy ¢ ® . . ry ne \ ne rr 4 ® Pot = no Mt, fy oot i ) / ap y egistered in’ ei Gee," "U.S. Patent Office : aah ae eas 10 ee hid ri Moe ae Milf Vy he: ss a tl ead Gh Oe . i : ‘f t iy ? 3 eh, Weer Ms Vong ? is 7 t ny, pr a hid, | ra \V/ Ye yee aD win / , *, 4 HE. ape of, yu Tie y Chet Wy t they KO, 8s V4 —w_ 2 (t, iit se) é ee A COMPLETE: NOVEL eonard fi: Naron Author of ‘A Hearty Meal,” “Rockets at Daybreak,” etc. HEN he had crossed the inter- section of roads the man sat down. Along one of the build- J ings there was a bench and the reflected sunlight was warm to the man’s back. He looked ruefully at his leather puttees and shiny shoes, for the dust of the road had covered them with a light film. There was dust on his uniform, too, and in his nose. It powdered his hat and was thick upon the bench where he sat. The air was filled with it. It was the hour of noon and the men that dwelled in these wooden buildings that stood so thickly round about, were returning to their dinner. Soldiers, soldiers, soldiers. Wherever the eye rested, there was a soldier. ‘* The Casual's Return,” Nason. copyright, 1924, by Leonard H. Copyright, 1924, by the Ridgway Company in the United States and Great Britian. Through the open windows could be seen many of them, some in blouses, some in shirts and some in nothing. They smoked, waved towels, sang, cleaned rifles, fought, lounged on the sills, called to acquaintances in the road and ran aimlessly in and out. A company returning from drill went by, raising more dust. They marched at route order, their faces streaked with sweat and their rifles pointing every which way. Ahead marched two men looking straight to the front and very full of dignity. They were the captain and the first sergeant. The first lieutenant was somewhere out of sight in the dust. At the rear of the column, where he could breathe all the dust and see with difficulty the back of the neck of the man ahead of him, was another man, a piti- ful figure indeed. This was the second All rights reserved. 3 CoOMmicloo S} (©