Today we have for you a special annual edition of the Australian magazine Man, published this month in 1962. As a year-end compendium, it mostly dispenses with text and instead highlights glamour models and cartoons. The models include Diane Webber, aka Marguerite Empey (on the title page and posing later with a guitar), and Betty Brosmer (inset on the cover). The cartoons, mostly by Phil Belbin signing as “Humph,” are only intermittently clever, and are occasionally offensive. We document those anyway because we don’t believe such material should simply go down the memory hole. Man was double-edged—it was visually spectacular, yet disseminated stereotypes. The page count on this issue runs about seventy. We managed to scan fifty. We’d like to have done more, but it takes time plus processing, and we admit we ran out of steam. We have more annuals we’ll scan down the line.
When she says she performs every night for a bunch of animals it's a metaphor—but just barely.
It’s too bad Adam magazine never credited its covers. They were painted mainly by Phil Belbin or Jack Waugh, but we’ve never reached the point where we can tell for sure who painted which. This is an especially nice one, in our opinion, with art that pairs with Roderic J. Fittoc’s tale “The Stripper.” This is the second time we’ve run across Fittoc in an Adam, but he’s left no impression elsewhere in the literary world that we could find. His story is about femme fatale Selena Richards, who shows up in an outback town and wheedles her way into a stripping job at a rough and tumble bar. She’s a sensation who sends the patrons into a lustful frenzy, even triggering a riot one night, but she’s also the vanguard of a crew of outlaws. On a particular night when she dances, and every man is present to see her lascivious act, the crew plan to rob the rest of the town. It’s a decent idea for a short story, adequately executed. When it comes to short fiction Adam was always reliable. Below in thirty scans are more stories, several glamour models, wrestlers Gorgeous George, Mildred Burke, and King Kong Kashey, and art by Waugh and others. What’s not to love about this magazine?
This November 1957 issue of Man magazine from Australia features a very attractive cover painted by the still unidentified artist Humph. Consider it a continuation of our “Lost at C” collection from a few years back, which comprised various cartoonists riffing on the classic theme of people stranded on lonely islands. This Man also features Humph art in the interior, and efforts from Jack Waugh and Phil Belbin. In addition, there’s the short story “The Tin Alibi” from fiction heavyweight Harry Whittington, and a short profile and photo feature on Swedish icon Anita Ekberg. All shared here to waste your time in a pleasant way. If you want to waste even more time we have other issues of Manhere and here, six issues of Man Junior starting here, and if you’re willing to go down the deepest possible rabbit hole, we have, from the same publishing company and featuring the same artists, more than eighty issues of the iconic magazine Adam starting at this link.
Update: Those in the know say the artist Humph is Phil Belbin under a pseudonym. Hmph.
Get the right two people together and the heat can set the world on fire.
Above: an issue of Adam magazine with another beautiful cover by Jack Waugh or Phil Belbin, illustrating C.H. Christie’s story, “Deal of Death.” It’s about a man named Grover Singer who’s in debt and fakes his own death for $50,000 in insurance money (about $325,000 today). He does it by crashing his car with another man inside, but his wife knows right away the body isn’t his. She doesn’t tell the police, though, because she’s been having an affair and recognizes the opportunity to run away with her lover and the cash. All that needs to happens is for someone to kill Grover for real. That’s what lovers are for.
Also of note is the factual story “Doctor in Disguise.” The illustration give the disguise away. It’s about a nineteenth century doctor named James Barry who practiced for forty years and upon death was revealed to be a woman. The long subterfuge involved everything from pretending to shave every morning in order to explain her smooth face to surviving a duel. In 2024, as women’s rights remain under sustained attack, there’s an opportunity built into this story for extensive commentary, but you know where we’d go, so pretend we went there and we’ll let you get on with your Saturday. More from Adam soon.
Bad news, I lost the key. But before I was a kidnapper I was an orthopedic surgeon, so foot reattachment is no problem.
Above is another vibrant cover for Adam magazine, this one from May 1968, uncredited as always but painted by Phil Belbin or Jack Waugh. The pair did the bulk of the illustrations for the magazine, but it’s not possible—for us, at least—to determine who was responsible for which pieces, because they worked in a similar style. On the occasions Belbin bothered signed something it wasn’t only as himself—sometimes he signed as Duke, Pittsburgh, Humph, or Fillini. Waugh, as far as we know, was always Waugh. We’ve now uploaded more than seventy issues of Adam (we haven’t done an actual count for a couple of years) and we’d say signatures appear on maybe one of every ten illustrations. Waugh’s scrawl pops up here in the art for the H.M. Tolcher story, “Prize Sucker.”
The cover illustrates the Joachim Heinrich Woos story, “The Danger Behind,” which is is about a man walking through the woods at the exact moment some rural cops and a heavily armed posse are looking for men who robbed a bank. The robbers shot the guards and several police. Blinded by a lust for revenge, the mob mistakes the innocent hiker for one of the killers and chases him over hill and dale with the intent to end his life. He escapes by rowboat only to drift downriver and run into one of the real crooks, who’s chained up a hostage and has bad ideas as well as an evil temperament. It’s a decent story from Woos, who also wrote for Pocket Man, Argosy,Off Beat Detective Stories, Adventure, and Manhunt. We have thirty-three scans below.
Man Junior rings in the new year Down Under style.
We’ve shared a few issues of Australia’s Man and Man Junior magazines. Like all men’s publications they featured the combination of fact and fiction, sport and adventure, humor, and alluring women. And like many men’s magazines, they published annuals—year-end or year-beginning collections of the best of the previous 365 days. That’s what we have for you today—ManJunior‘s annual for 1965. It avoids any possibility of intellectual enrichment by focusing only on the primal—lust and laughs. Stripped down to nothing but glamour photos and cartoons, the magazine lays bare the fact that text is mere legitimization, a means of de-perving the visual content. Who’d buy an annual if it contained only dubious reporting and short stories? Not many people, we’d wager. These mags were all about the id. We have plenty of that below, with almost fifty scans. They comprise lovely women such as Betty Brosmer, Christine Aarons, and, in the final panel, June Wilkinson. The cartoons are beautifully colorful, if only occasionally successful as humor. We have more coming from Man and Man Junior in the future.
What it lacks in maturity it makes up for in exuberance.
Above you see a cover of the Australian magazine Man Junior, which hit newsstands Down Under this month in 1963. An offshoot of Man magazine, it came from K.G. Murray Publishing, along with Adam, Pocket Man, Eves from Adam, Cavalcade, Man’s Epic, et al. The Murray empire, run by Kenneth G. Murray, came into being in 1936, and the company’s various imprints lasted until 1978—though the entire catalog was bought by Consolidated Press in the early 1970s. We’ve seen nothing from K.G. Murray that we don’t love, so we’ll keep adding to our stocks indefinitely. Or until the Pulp Intl. girlfriends finally revolt, which should take a few more years. Speaking of which, it’s been a few years since our last Man Junior, but its positives and negatives are still intimately familiar to us. On the plus side, the fiction and true life tales are exotic and often good, and on the negative side the humor doesn’t usually hold up, though the color cartoons are aesthetically beautiful.
Of all the stories, the one that screamed loudest to be read was, “The Hair-Raisers,” by Neville Dasey, which comes with an illustration of a bearded woman. It’s an absurd, legitimately funny story about a con man who accidentally invents a hair growing tonic, which he then unintentionally splashes on his date’s face. By the next morning she has a beard, which proves the tonic works, but the con man lost the magic liquid when he stilled it, and he ends up losing the formula to create it. But everyone ends up happy—the con man earns a contract that pays him regardless of whether he can recreate the formula, and his date ends up marrying the owner of the hair restoration company. We weren’t clear on whether the formula wore off, or she had to shave regularly. Either way, the story is meant to be silly and it certainly achieves that goal. Twenty-eight panels below, and more from Man Juniorhere, here, and here.
The Pulp Intl. girlfriends thought our little subhead was vulgar, but that happens sometimes, because they have far more class than us. Sometimes they ask us why so many of our quips and puns are sexual. We’re like, “Have you looked at the covers?” The sexual subtext is nearly always there. We just run with it. Anyway, here we have another issue of Adam magazine, this one published in May 1962, and we’ve lost count, is it the seventieth we’ve uploaded? *runs downstairs to consult researchers chained in windowless basement room* Yep, that’s right. Seventy. We have probably thirty more unposted, and about a dozen we bought from Australia that may or may not arrive if the person who accidentally ended up with them really relinquishes them. Long story.
What’s a short story is “Blood of a Gladiator,” which the above art by Phil Belbin was painted to illustrate. The tale is by Damon Mills and deals with a down-and-out ex-boxer who gets involved in a scheme to manage a hot new fighter and get him a title shot by any means necessary. Naturally there’s a femme fatale. There always is. She’s the sister of another fighter, and she complicates matters greatly, as femmes fatales always do. “Blood of a Gladiator” isn’t the only boxing inside Adam, as the editors also offer readers a detailed story on American welterweight Freddie Dawson, aka the Dark Destroyer, who’s remembered in Australia for decimating the ranks of local fighters while touring Down Under between 1950 and 1954. You also get a story on crocs (there’s always a story on crocs), some unknown models, and plenty of cartoons. We have twenty-five scans below.
But Dad, you said we were here to show them what the outside world has to offer!
Today’s issue of Adam magazine, the sixty-seventh we’ve shared, was published this month in 1977, and has an interesting cover illustrating J.W. Anderson’s adventure tale, “The Valley of Kaha.” Adam has a unique style of covers, nearly all painted by either Phil Belbin or Jack Waugh, but this example is unusually nice, we think, with its monochrome background meant to capture the look of jungle mists. Those mists are supposed to be in New Guinea, and in Anderson’s story a rich, cruel, and aging industrialist catches wind of a legend that makes him think he can find the fountain of youth. Does he find it? We have no worries telling you, since the story is so obscure. He does indeed, and it turns him into a baby. We love a short story that has a punchline. Actually, he goes even further than infancy. Eventually he plain disappears—pop! The story isn’t well written, but it amused the hell out of us. Also amusing, on the final pages of the issue are topless archers. You’ll probably assume the text explaining why they’re topless was omitted by us, but you’ll be wrong. Adam offered no explanation. And really, who needs one? Scans below.
He promised her a smashing time on safari but this was nothing like she had in mind.
Adam magazine’s covers are nearly always the same—two to four people and a pivotal action moment. This front from February 1970 is a typical example. It shows an unfortunate hunter learning that elephants sometimes won’t simply stand still and let you shoot them through the heart so you can turn their tusks into paperweights. The nerve, really. The painting is great. It’s by Jack Waugh or Phil Belbin, but it’s unsigned, so there’s no way to know. Waugh did sign a couple of the interior panels, though. The cover was painted for Ken Welsh’s story, “Dirge for a Darling,” which deals with a woman on safari who wants her hunting guide to kill her rich, alcoholic husband. Risky, but when you stand to inherit fifty million dollars, what’s a little risk?
We try to avoid spoilers, but since you’re never going to have a chance to read this obscure story, we’ll just tell you what happens. The husband is a terrible guy, and he spends his days shooting badly at wildlife, and his nights drinking himself into a stupor. The fact that he’s always insensate by dark is what allows the wife to start bedding the hunter right in camp in the first place. Once the hunter has been convinced to do the job, he realizes he must devise a foolproof yet suspicion free murder. He plans and schemes for days, looking for an angle, and finally tells the wife he has an idea, but the less she knows the better. Her job is to convincingly play the grieving widow when it happens, so for the sake of realism it’s better if she’s in the dark.
One morning the hunter comes to fetch the husband for a foray into the bush. Elephants are near. Today is the day the husband will finally get a big tusker. But the husband is hung over like never before. He wants a trophy, but can’t possibly go shooting. He asks the hunter to bag an elephant for him. As the cover depicts, the hunter gets trampled to death. When the news comes to camp, the husband smiles evilly. The hangover had been an act. He’d discovered his wife’s affair and, while she and her lover were otherwise occupied, had filed down the firing pin on the hunter’s rifle. The gun didn’t work when needed, resulting in a squashing.
The husband has a celebratory drink and forces his wife—who hates liquor—to join him. The husband cramps, convulses, and dies in excruciating pain. The wife realizes the hunter’s foolproof murder method was to poison her husband’s beloved liquor in such a way as to make authorities think it had been a bad batch. Then she cramps, convulses, and dies in excruciating pain too. The story ends: “It was all very sad when you considered the talent of those involved, but there it was. The principals, no doubt, went to hell. The $50,000,000 went to charity.” We’ve read a lot of Adam stories, and this was one of the more entertaining efforts. We have numerous scans below, with Claudine Auger in the second panel, and more Adam coming soon.
The first Scientology church, based on the writings of science fiction author L. Ron Hubbard, is established in Los Angeles, California. Since then, the city has become home to the largest concentration of Scientologists in the world, and its ranks include high-profile adherents such as Tom Cruise and John Travolta.
1933—Blaine Act Passes
The Blaine Act, a congressional bill sponsored by Wisconsin senator John J. Blaine, is passed by the U.S. Senate and officially repeals the 18th Amendment to the United States Constitution, aka the Volstead Act, aka Prohibition. The repeal is formally adopted as the 21st Amendment to the Constitution on December 5, 1933.
1947—Voice of America Begins Broadcasting into U.S.S.R.
The state radio channel known as Voice of America and controlled by the U.S. State Department, begins broadcasting into the Soviet Union in Russian with the intent of countering Soviet radio programming directed against American leaders and policies. The Soviet Union responds by initiating electronic jamming of VOA broadcasts.
1937—Carothers Patents Nylon
Wallace H. Carothers, an American chemist, inventor and the leader of organic chemistry at DuPont Corporation, receives a patent for a silk substitute fabric called nylon. Carothers was a depressive who for years carried a cyanide capsule on a watch chain in case he wanted to commit suicide, but his genius helped produce other polymers such as neoprene and polyester. He eventually did take cyanide—not in pill form, but dissolved in lemon juice—resulting in his death in late 1937.
In Miami, Florida, Giuseppe Zangara attempts to shoot President-elect Franklin D. Roosevelt, but is restrained by a crowd and, in the course of firing five wild shots, hits five people, including Chicago, Illinois Mayor Anton J. Cermak, who dies of his wounds three weeks later. Zangara is quickly tried and sentenced to eighty years in jail for attempted murder, but is later convicted of murder when Cermak dies. Zangara is sentenced to death and executed in Florida’s electric chair.
