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

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Illustration by Virgil Finlay

Page 19

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

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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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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page 25

 

 

 

The Lovers, by Philip José Farmer – 1952 (1982) [Jim Burns]

Hal Yarrow stared through steamshapes into big brown eyes. 
He shook his head. 
Eyes? 
And arms like branches? 
Or branches like arms? 
He thought he was in the grip of a brown-eyed nymph. 
Or were they called dryads? 
He couldn’t ask anybody. 
They weren’t supposed to know about such creatures. 
Nymph and dryad had been delated from all books
including Hack’s edition of the Revised and Real Milton
Only because Hal was a linguist
had he had the chance to read an unexpurgated Paradise Lost
and thus learn of classical Greek mythology.

Thoughts flashed on and off like lights on a spaceship’s control board. 
Nymphs sometimes turned into trees to escae their pursuers. 
Was this one of the fabled forest women staring at him
with large and beautiful eyes through the longest lashes he’d ever seen?

He shut his eyes
and wondered if a head injury was responsible for the vision and, if so,
it if would be permanent. 
Hallucinations like that were worth keeping. 
He didn’t care if they conformed to reality or not.

He opened his eyes. 
The hallucination was gone.

– Philip José Farmer –