Startling Stories – October, 1954 (Featuring “Spacemen Lost”, by George O. Smith) [Alex Schomburg]

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Illustration by Virgil Finlay

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Startling Stories – July, 1952 (Featuring “Passport to Pax”, by Kendell Foster Crossen) [Unknown Artist]

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Illustration by Virgil Finlay

Page 12

Startling Stories – April, 1952 (Featuring “The Glory That Was”, by L. Sprague de Camp) [Unknown Artist]

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Illustration by Paul Orban

page 89

Galaxy Science Fiction – October, 1962 (Featuring “The Ballad of Lost C’Mell”, by Cordwainer Smith) [Virgil Finlay]

She got the which of the what-she-did,
Hid the bell with a blot, she did,
But she fell in love with a hominid.
Where is the which of the what-she-did?

(Cordwainer Smith)

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Illustrations by Virgil Finlay

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Preliminary sketch for cover art.  Source unknown – possibly (!) from “Virgil Finlay-Beauty (& occ. beast)“, at pinterest.

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Image from “Tomorrow & Beyond – Images from other worlds, other dimensions and other times.”

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The finished product, published as the cover of Galaxy Science Fiction, October, 1962.

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C’mell: page 9

Startling Stories – Decorative Art of the 40s and 50s

November, 1948 – page 130

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May, 1949 – page 157

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July, 1950 – page 159

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September, 1950 – page 29

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September, 1950 – page 157

______________________________July, 1951 – page 141  (My favorite…very nice symbolism!)

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September, 1952 – page 105

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January, 1953 – page 60

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January, 1953 – page 72

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Unknown – October, 1939 (Featuring “Sinister Barrier”, by Eric Frank Russell) [Harold Winfield Scott]

(Cover from “Black Gate – Adventures in Fantasy Literature” – Post by Matthew Wuertz of July 5, 2015)

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All illustrations by Edward Cartier…

Page 9

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Page 61

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Page 93

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Galaxy Science Fiction Novel Number 1 [David Stone]

Startling Stories – August, 1952 (Featuring “The Lovers”, by Philip José Farmer) [Earle K. Bergey]

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All illustrations by Virgil Finlay…

pages 12 – 13

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page 19

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Astounding Science Fiction – October, 1950 (Featuring “The Hand of Zei”, by L. Sprague de Camp) [Edward Cartier]

Illustration by Paul Orban, for Norman Menasco’s story “Trigger Tide” (p. 65)

Illustration by Miller, for Raymond F. Jones’ story “Discontinuity” (p. 85)

Illustration by Miller, for Raymond F. Jones’ story “Discontinuity” (p. 103)

 

The Best of Fritz Leiber, Introduced by Poul Anderson – 1974 [Michael Herring]

“I’ll take the big dive.”

…”Joe Slattermill, you still have something of value to wager, if you wish. 
Your life.”

At that a giggling and a hysterical tittering and a guffawing and braying
and a shrieking burst uncontrollably out of the whole Boneyard. 
Mr. Bones summed up the sentiments
when he bellowed over the rest of the racket,
“Now what use of value is there in the life of a bummer like Joe Slattermill? 
Not two cents, ordinary money.”

The Big Gambler laid a hand on the revolver gleaming before him
and all the laughter died.

“I have a use for it,” the Big Gambler whispered. 
“Joe Slattermill, on my part I will venture all my winnings of tonight,
and throw in the world and everything in it for a side bet. 
You will wager your life, and on the side your soul. 
You to roll the dice. 
What’s your pleasure?”

Joe Slattermill quailed, but then the drama of the situation took hold of him. 
He thought it over and realized
he certainly wasn’t going to give up being stage center in a spectacle like this
to go home broke to his Wife and Mother and decaying house
and the dispirited Mr. Guts. 
Maybe, he told himself encouragingly,
there wasn’t power in the Big Gambler’s gaze,
maybe Joe had made his one and only crap-shooting error. 
Besides, he was more inclined to accept Mr. Bones’s assessment
of the value of his life than the Big Gambler’s.

“It’s a bet,” he said.

“Lottie, give him the dice.”

Joe concentrated his mind as never before,
the power tingled triumphantly in his hand, and he made his throw. 

The dice never hit the felt.
They went swooping down, then up,
in a crazy curve far out over the end of the table,
and then came streaking back like tiny red-glinting meteors
towards the face of the Big Gambler,
where they suddenly nested and hung in his black eye sockets,
each with the single red gleam of an ace showing.

Snake eyes.

The whisper, as those red-glinting dice-eyes stared mockingly at him:
“Joe Slattermill, you’ve crapped out.”

Using thumb and middle finger – or bone rather – of either hand,
the Big Gambler removed the dice from his eye sockets
and dropped them in Lottie’s white-gloved hand.

“Yes, you’ve crapped out, Joe Slattermill,” he went on tranquilly.
“And now you can shoot yourself”
– he touched the silver gun
– “or cut your throat”
– he whipped a gold-handled bowie knife out of his coat
and laid it beside the revolver
– “or poison yourself”
– the two weapons were joined by a small black bottle
with white skull and crossbones on it
– “or Miss Flossie here can kiss you to death.”
He drew forward beside him the prettiest, evilest-looking sporting girl.
She preened herself and flounced her short violet skirt
and gave Joe a provocative, hungry look,
lifting her carmine upper lip to show her long white canines.

“Or else,” the Big Gambler added,
nodding significantly towards the black-bottomed crap table,
“you can take the Big Dive.”

Joe said evenly, “I’ll take the big dive.”

– Fritz Leiber, from “Gonna Roll The Bones”, in “Dangerous Visions“, October, 1967 –