tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49869156777305590912024-02-19T11:09:36.536-05:00View-Master 3-D Spectacular now in 2-D!all of fun of View-Master without the gimmickSpectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986915677730559091.post-71333686826537471022013-08-28T20:24:00.001-04:002013-08-28T21:01:26.808-04:00The Incredible Hulk - 1978<br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">Packet No. J26</span><br />
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Leave it to Marvel to take a monster fueled by rage and turn him into a teenage girl!<br />
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Yes, we are talking about The Incredible Hulk! Much like Dr. Donald Blake, Dr. Bruce Banner is more than just the human counterpart to a being of great power. He is also the owner of a broken heart.<br />
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Make sure to take time to appreciate that crying Hulk in the first image worthy of any Marvel romance comic.</div>
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The cool, scientific Bruce Banner and the brooding, brutish Hulk! Can they be the same creature? Incredibly, yes! A strange radiation illness overtook Dr. Bruce Banner as he was experimenting in his laboratory. Banner's brilliant intelligence gradually ebbed away as green blotches appeared on his skin. His strength increased until he could move mountains, but his mind groped unhappily for thoughts. Unexplained old feelings surged through him. Today, this change takes place every time Dr. Bruce Banner becomes overly excited. He must remain calm ... or else!</div>
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But fighting injustice generates excitement and so the monster that dwells within the mild-mannered man often erupts.<br />
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One day Hulk
finds himself wandering along the beach. A young couple is swimming
nearby. Tears come to the eyes of the huge Hulk. He tries, but he cannot
remember. Once long ago Hulk had a girl friend ... but it is so hard to
think!<br />
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"The two humans having a picnic - are they a danger to Hulk?" Angry because he can't remember Hulk strikes a car!Then he lifts it! And smashes it! </div>
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"Quick Harvey, run for your life! It's The Hulk!" screams the girl.</div>
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"Why does everybody run from Hulk?" moans the creature. "Hulk won't think anymore. It just causes him pain."</div>
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The confused Hulk falls on the abandoned blanket of the picnickers. Their radio is still playing. Music, they say, hath charms to soothe the savage beast. Even The Hulk cannot escape the pitiless emotion called love. As he falls asleep, he changes back into the frail, intelligent Banner.<br />
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The change to<br />
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Meanwhile, at a California Air Force Base strange reports concern the staff. A comet has been reported coming toward earth, a comet with a radioactive tail. When the tail hits earth's atmosphere, mankind may have only a few short hours to live!!!</div>
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Walking on the beach, Bruce Banner hears a radio report of the comet! "The astronomer who first sighted the comet believes that it can be destroyed only after it enters the earth's atmosphere.</div>
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A comet</div>
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Only a scientificially-trained pilot can save us. The pilot must use our new X-890 rocket with a nuclear warhead that can operate on the edge of space."<br />
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Banner knows he must be that pilot. He rushes to the base and volunteers. Scientists fear the change to Hulk may occur at any moment, but Banner alone has essential knowledge to save the earth.<br />
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At blast-off, Dr. Banner is at the controls!<br />
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But even greater danger looms ahead. Traveling through space, the fiery tail of the comet contains a strange creature. The Absorbing Man!! Becoming part of anything he touches, he has joined forces with the comet, directing it toward the earth.<br />
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But the terrible Absorbing Man grabs onto the rocket's tail. As he grasps the metal ship, he becomes steel!<br />
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Banner barely begins to relax after the explosion when he sees the Absorbing Man in the monitor. A man made of the same metal as the rocket!<br />
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But he's alive ... his eyes seething with sheer hostility.<br />
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Banner, overly excited, becomes .... The Hulk!!!<br />
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The Monster</div>
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Hulk emerges!</div>
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On the rocket Absorbing Man realizes that Banner has seen him. Up goes the ball and chain! SMAASH!! "That little love-tap should've finished'm." But amazingly, Hulk climbs out of the rocket's cockpit.<br />
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SMASH!</div>
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"That blow might have killed a human, but the Hulk isn't HUMAN!!" screams Hulk.<br />
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Absorbing Man and Hulk engage in wild battle on the rocket as it speeds toward the earth. Closer and closer, the rocket hurtles toward destruction.<br />
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<b>B3</b></div>
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Hulk and</div>
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Absorbing Man</div>
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fight.<br />
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<b>B4</b></div>
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Rocket</div>
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earth!</div>
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SHROOM!!! The ship explodes on impact!<br />
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Only two creatures could have survived that fall - The Incredible Hulk and the Absorbing Man! Emerging from the wreck, Absorbing Man strikes again.<br />
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<b>B5</b></div>
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The Hulk</div>
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survives!</div>
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<b>B6</b></div>
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But so does</div>
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Absorbing Man!</div>
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"You ain't even got a hammer to back you up," he shrieks to The Hulk. But Hulk doesn't need a weapon. "Hulk don't talk as pretty as some, but he can FIGHT better than ANY!!" Soon Absorbing Man realizes that he underestimates The Hulk.. He had turned back into human shape too fast. He swings at Hulk and misses!<br />
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<b>B7</b></div>
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Thwump!!</div>
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The strength of</div>
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<b>C1</b></div>
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Absorbing Man</div>
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strikes again!</div>
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Hulk lifts a whole nuclear engine! WHRAAK!! The machine disintegrates as it strikes the Absorbing Man. But this is just what Absorbing Man craves. All the energy of the nuclear reactor is now concentrated in the vicious form about to attack Hulk!<br />
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<b>C2</b></div>
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Hulk raises</div>
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roctet ...<br />
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<b>C3</b></div>
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and delivers</div>
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it!</div>
Using the radioactivity Absorbing Man now centers his strength on changing the earth. It begins to melt! Red-hot mud flows over the ground. Hulk begins sinking into the mire!! His legs go deeper and deeper. There is no way out of the mud! "It's always so hard ... so hard to think." moans Hulk.<br />
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<b>C4</b></div>
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The earth melts!</div>
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But wait! If he cannot get out of the mud, Hulk can go in further. He divers through the strange, melting earth, tunneling underground. Absorbing Man loses sight of his enemy. No one could survive in the molten earth. Then suddenly, what is shaking under him? The earth is moving!<br />
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Through molten earth, Hulk digs a tunnel. Then, BRRAK!! The earth heaves! It breaks! Hulk bursts forth to attack Absorbing Man <br />
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Grabbing Absorbing Man's ball and chain, Hulk whirls him at the end of it. Then he releases. The impact propels Absorbing Man toward a sheer cliff. Ahead of the drop in a massive rock formation. Absorbing Man connects with the rock! KUHWOOM!! Defeat looms until he realizes who he is. Can't he absorb whatever he touches? When he remembers, he uses the impact to become solid stone. Now nothing can stop him from victory!<br />
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"Get ready to meet your maker. This is the final round." he screams to Hulk as he advances again. Hulk can't believe his eyes.<br />
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What can he do against a man of solid stone? This time Absorbing Man remembers his ultimate weapon. He can absorb the strength of any living thing as easily as metal or rock. With that knowledge he grabs hold of Hulk's green wrist. Slowly the green blotches of Hulk's strength begin to appear on the Absorbing Man. To the strength of stone he adds the strength of Hulk!<br />
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Down, down, the Absorbing Man forces Hulk until he is flat on the ground. Absorbing Man is jubilant! The first man alive ever to beat The Hulk - and the last. Determined to get rid of Hulk for the final time, Absorbing Man will bury him under an enormous hillside! Standing on The Hulk, sapping Hulk's strength, Absorbing Man lifts a whole mountain over his head. Tons and tons of rock are balanced on the two figures!<br />
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<b>C5</b></div>
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Absorbing Man</div>
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But unknown to Absorbing Man, the strength of rock alone does not cause The Hulk to weaken and fall. A familiar chemical change has begun in Hulk's body. The greenish hue leaves his skin. His muscles relax. His face takes on a more peaceful expression. The change rapidly transforms him into Dr. Bruce Banner.<br />
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And as Hulk's strength wanes, so does that of the Absorbing Man! Bruce Banner crawls out from underneath the monster. When the green color drains from Absorbing Man, his arms tremble and weaken. The stone man begins to crack as the weight of the mountain crumbles and falls in a great heap upon the doomed creature. Another force of evil quelled forever.<br />
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<b>C6</b></div>
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Exhausted, Bruce Banner lies on the ground - a victor again in his battle for survival!<br />
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<b>C7</b></div>
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Banner has won!</div>
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<span id="goog_711757488"></span><span id="goog_711757489"></span><br />Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986915677730559091.post-56054483700307537242013-08-08T14:56:00.001-04:002013-08-28T16:05:52.837-04:00Captain America - The Sleeper - Talking View-Master Reel (no Audio)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia,Times,serif;">Well, sadly, when I went to record the audio to this Captain America Talking View-Master Reel a long, long time ago, I discovered that the attached audio disk was actually for a Pluto reel. And while I would have enjoyed the WFT factor of including it, I thought better of it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia,Times,serif;">Now, though he was one of my husband's childhood favorites, I have never been all that familiar with Captain America. I knew the costume and the whole shield thing, but to my shame didn't know anything else about him until the movie and I know that being a movie, what I did learn is probably suspect. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia,Times,serif;">This one reel story presents Captain America in The Sleeper in which he battles the infamous Red Skull. While I would have loved to include the audio, I hope enjoy. </span></div>
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Captain America</div>
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and Red Skull</div>
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My Sleeper Will</div>
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Destroy You!</div>
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The Sleeper</div>
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Comes to Life.</div>
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4</div>
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A House Crushed</div>
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by the Sleeper.</div>
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Captain Dodges</div>
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a Laser!</div>
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America Throws</div>
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His Shield.</div>
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The Sleeper</div>
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is Finished!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia,Times,serif;">Okay next up for our focus on the men of the Avengers we have my favorite smiling metal man, Iron Man. Or, as the GAF Talking View-Master Spiderman Gift Pak calls him ... <i>other favorite Marvel Comic character </i>(see <a href="http://viewmaster3d.blogspot.com/2012/05/thor-grey-gargoyle-talking-view-master.html">Thor</a> post).</span></div>
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Hawkeye and Black</div>
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Widow Are Loose!</div>
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I figure that if I only seem to post every year or so I should at least post something kick-ass.<br />
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Long before Jane Foster was an astrophysicist, she was a hot nurse with a major thing for a lame doctor with low self-esteem.Yep, we're talking the Mighty Thor.<br />
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In 1977 GAF released the Talking View-Master Spiderman Gift Pak.This canister set featured 6 total reels. One Thor reel, one Captain America reel, one Iron Man reel and three Spiderman reels.<br />
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At 35 years old the audio is rather scratching and not great quality (okay, it sounds like the recordings brought back on Ghost Hunters <i>Did you hear that, plain as day, it said I was murdered by my father's hand!</i>) but just hearing it makes you feel like you're curled up on a ugly print couch in knee socks and a plaid wool jumper. How many other blogs can offer you that?<br />
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So first up on our Avenger's adventure in 2-D is Thor in The Grey Gargolye.<br />
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<b>Please note: The Gargoyle isn't that grey.</b><br />
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Dr. Blake, It's<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Now wasn't that worth the wait? </b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">No need to answer. Your tears of joy speak louder than words.</span></div>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986915677730559091.post-88843582812153805462010-08-10T15:55:00.004-04:002012-05-31T00:24:21.765-04:00The Adventures of G.I. Joe - Rookie to the Rescue<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn8lVyrlE7fDEY6sDmud08aJYm5aIRgF-NP1FKsa_UO7moSk3VO1gc_Y8V_3xRrMIws7Ci3-ApJsd3N89TtwOFzIc7XqLfC2APIqshWmlOaTq_aRVMdzwAW5XvbRcZ4xasaVpxUhKBZk1s/s1600/Envelope.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503867469570724338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn8lVyrlE7fDEY6sDmud08aJYm5aIRgF-NP1FKsa_UO7moSk3VO1gc_Y8V_3xRrMIws7Ci3-ApJsd3N89TtwOFzIc7XqLfC2APIqshWmlOaTq_aRVMdzwAW5XvbRcZ4xasaVpxUhKBZk1s/s200/Envelope.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;">The Adventures of G.I. Joe<br />Rookie to the Rescue</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">Packet No. B585</span><span style="font-size: 100%;">1974</span></div>
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The various diorama View-Master reels are just about the coolest thing ever. This G.I. Joe set in particular is one of my favorites. Besides probably being just about the most fun photo shoot ever, it also brings to mind that long ago forgotten skill of playing with toys. And, whether G.I. Joe was your toy of choice, or not, it makes one nostalgic for childhood. Or, if nothing else, nostalgic for toy commercials of the seventies.<br />
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This fantastic reel packet is actually three separate stories, <span style="font-style: italic;">Rookie to the Rescue</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Peril in the Depths</span>, and <span style="font-style: italic;">The Buddha's Treasure</span>. It is hard to imagine that there were any young boy (or girl) out there that didn't beg for this reel set.<br />
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And how often does a parent get a chance to buy their child a toy commercial of their very own?<br />
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First up - <span style="font-style: italic;">Rookie to the Rescue</span>.<br />
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1<br />
G.I. Joe and<br />
Sarge were<br />
training recruits<br />
in the desert.</div>
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The G.I. Joe Adventure Team was on a training mission in the desert land of Utah and Arizona.<br />
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G.I. Joe and Sarge, his assistant, were training a group of recruits in the use of rescue and survival equipment.<br />
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One afternoon Joe set up the portable training tower near the edge of a canyon. He had rigged up an Escape Slide from the tower to the ground.<br />
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"Nice going, Greg," he said as one recruit started down the slide. "Come on Diego - up the ladder on the double!"<br />
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Red, who had flown the helicopter to the training site from the team's Mobile Headquarters a few miles away, watched the progress of his fellow recruits.<br />
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2<br />
Sarge arrived<br />
in Turbo Copter<br />
as Greg flew<br />
Flying Rescue.</div>
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Just then the men heard the buzz of a Turbo Copter, and Sarge flew down to join them.<br />
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"Sharp-looking class you've got there, teacher!" he joked to G.I. Joe. "Say, what's that flying out there over the canyon? Is it a bird, or a plane, or Superman?"<br />
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Joe grinned. "That's our newest rookie, Greg, trying out the Flying Rescue chair with the rocket pack."<br />
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Together Sarge and Joe watched Diego take his turn going down the Escape Slide. Meanwhile Luke, a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Navaho</span> Indian, started up the ladder briskly, trying to beat the others' time.<br />
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"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Everything's</span> quiet at headquarters," reported Sarge. "I'm going to take a reconnaissance flight over the area. I'll keep in touch by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">walkie</span>-talkie.<br />
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3<br />
At headquarters,<br />
Joe received<br />
a call from Sarge ...</div>
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It was just sundown as the team returned to Mobile Headquarters. Sarge was still out on reconnaissance. Shortly after they returned, Joe's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">walkie</span>-talkie began to beep. He answered it.<br />
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"Joe, this is Sarge," came the voice. "I'm about three miles due southwest of you. I saw a little burro tied to a tree right beside a deep gash in the ground. I flew over to investigate, and found an old prospector down in the hole. He fell in and has hurt his leg and his head. Over."</div>
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"We'll be right there," Joe promised. "Over."<br />
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4<br />
..."A prospector<br />
has fallen into<br />
a crevice and<br />
is injured!"</div>
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"Hang in there, old timer!" Sarge called to the prospector, shining the high-intensity beam of his signal light down into the hold. "Help is on the way. By the way, what's your name?"<br />
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"Zeke," said the prospector feebly. "Zeke Simmons. I seen some shiny rocks down here and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">clumb</span> down on that there rope, but the rope busted and I landed in a heap. Sure glad you happened along when you did!"<br />
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5<br />
The Adventure<br />
Team sped to<br />
the rescue of<br />
old Zeke.</div>
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By the time the Adventure Team, riding across trackless desert land in the jeep and its trailer, reached the place where Sarge and Zeke waited for them, it was beginning to grow dark.<br />
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G.I. Joe drove the jeep as close to the edge of the hole as he safely could. In the back of the jeep were a Flying Rescue unit, a rescue sling, and several coils of rope. The trailer contained a searchlight and a first aid kit.<br />
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"Okay, Luke, aim the searchlight down into the hold," directed Joe. "Sarge, better lead the burro out of the way."<br />
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"This is Bessie, meet my partners. Come on, old gal."<br />
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6<br />
Greg and Sarge<br />
flew down into<br />
the hole and<br />
gave first aid.</div>
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The team worked rapidly as darkness fell. "Greg," said Joe, "here's your chance to put the Flying Rescue chair to work in an actual situation. It hasn't got enough power to pull both you and Zeke out of the hold, but if you and Sarge go down together, you can bring him up between you on the rescue sling. Sarge, you fly down into the hold with Greg. You better take the first aid kit with you. Each of you take along a coil of rope."<br />
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Greg and Sarge flew down into the hold - Greg in the Flying Rescue, Sarge in the Turbo Copter.<br />
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"Just relax, old timer," said Sarge as they knelt beside Zeke. "We're going to bandage your head and that hurt leg of yours, and then we're going to get you out of here."<br />
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7</div>
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Rescued, Zeke<br />
proudly showed<br />
"shiny rocks"<br />
he had found.</div>
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Before being pulled up, Zeke insisted on bringing along some samples of the "shiny rocks" he had found at the bottom of the crevice. He hugged them tightly in his arm as Greg and Sarge, expertly piloting their different flying craft, brought him carefully up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ot</span> ground level in the sling and laid him gently on the ground.<br />
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"I'm sure mighty obliged to you gents," said Zeke as he hobbled over to Bessie and gave her an affectionate pat. "Dunno what I'd-a done if you hadn't of come along."<br />
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Proudly, he held out his "shiny rocks."<br />
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"Ain't them pretty?" he declared. "I betcha <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">they's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">uranim</span> in them rocks. I'm gonna stake me a claim here!"<br />
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Joe smiled. "Sounds good, Zeke, except for one little detail. How are you going to get the rocks out of that deep hole?"Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986915677730559091.post-7697504349857077652010-08-06T16:08:00.005-04:002010-08-06T16:36:19.135-04:00M*A*S*H "Major Topper" - 1978<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSY6M6aiu96dA-tis-kdu9fKNJsWJglFq6-n15JQ6-6_XwuYIj47Vx5LnJFgvik_4ikBOMYuwG5SMZ58erlgtDfou3CcaoLuJs1yI3zbxbL2advlWyPH9w2EugkMi-dtpB5uGVyLz3IjD2/s1600/MASH+Envelope.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSY6M6aiu96dA-tis-kdu9fKNJsWJglFq6-n15JQ6-6_XwuYIj47Vx5LnJFgvik_4ikBOMYuwG5SMZ58erlgtDfou3CcaoLuJs1yI3zbxbL2advlWyPH9w2EugkMi-dtpB5uGVyLz3IjD2/s200/MASH+Envelope.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502391833104926530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:medium;">M*A*S*H "Major Topper</span></div><div style="text-align: left; font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Packet No. J11<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">1978</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">MASH was one of those television shows that seems to have been part of everyone's life. I remember it playing in the background when I was young and even as a kid I would watch it because it had a laugh track (most of the time) therefore, I thought <i>it must have been funny, </i>even if I didn't really get all the jokes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I also have a weird memory of a magazine cover that sat in a rack in my elementary school library that boasted the 10th Anniversary of MASH with a strange Picassoesque image of <i>Hot Lip</i>. As least I think it was <i>Hot Lips</i>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I also had a hamster named Radar. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway, as an adult I appreciate MASH on a whole other level. I also now understand Major Houlihan's nickname. (The nickname was so much part of the show that once I was old enough to realize the implications, I just never thought about it.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Thanks to Rob Kelly, blogger dynamo, and operator of the blog <a href="http://aftermash.blogspot.com/">After Mash</a>, I am bringing you this 1978 View-Master tribute to everyone's favorite mobile medical team. Thanks Rob!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There are a couple elements of note on this reel set. While looking through you'll notice 3 frames ( B7, C4 and C6) which include a secondary images awkwardly inserted. As well as a Word Find included in the accompanying book. Now, I have seen the inset images, though rarely. But this is the first Word Find I have ever run across myself. Pretty cool stuff! (At least to a View-Master geek.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Enjoy! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp8AYHfMrQ-0Ipqq-v2sbcBH2XiwAA-gIqzgTOyHvYkI0NQfcX0RIgUgfnqxuhj3wWumPyoSOJFosLLHGRYzNnwlyJn_Vi6a8FCR6k3f3n8WI8727mjoUDqjtrR8U_g02aBwHq2JT-jS5Z/s1600/Booklet+1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp8AYHfMrQ-0Ipqq-v2sbcBH2XiwAA-gIqzgTOyHvYkI0NQfcX0RIgUgfnqxuhj3wWumPyoSOJFosLLHGRYzNnwlyJn_Vi6a8FCR6k3f3n8WI8727mjoUDqjtrR8U_g02aBwHq2JT-jS5Z/s320/Booklet+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498271456877118034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">MASH 4077, the little world of courageous men and women who care for the wounded as they come out of battle. When going gets tough, Klinger wears a dress! Or Radar offers to lend Colonel Potter his teddy bear. But for Hawkeye and B.J. there's no humor in their tent mate Major Charles Winchester, better known as "Major Topper." Whatever they can do, he can do better.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Them bones, them bones, them thigh bones ... " sings Hawkeye to Hot Lips as they splint breaks in the Operating Room.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLt0WEX69nbA_BnKo60pYzEDUs6rJ2OgEZt0h7RvIXnLmVHPTVQA4U4ZzN8yMkiMCC66-Bs0N1MVBV-voQxNsnEdrCDcV5Y0oc-7lhXwW6gNqP3x5yaXkmU9DKSew6kZd657dOddJNfrLd/s320/MASH+Reel+1_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497122394050759730" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A1</div><div style="text-align: center;">The MASH</div><div style="text-align: center;">Operating Room</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"This is a tough one. I'm going to have to do a lobectomy," says B.J.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Charles begins his daily bragging routine.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhx_57SS7X7ByqmHIo7lOb0tb6USJU0CK5SKUeaBmAJXN83zXVi7oofL-Iog9PcBvkVtopsBLWfEl6kdfvqdSfD7yXDq4KHKfzqVOZnbpUc-xIOaF34DRnYxfRh6uOaJMZjRLmCDohVzjh/s1600/MASH+Reel+1_1.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_UtowGYpElA8y_AoVcrZctiF-O3TV-yF2r76gyCdstl53TxaLk-ganA2sUH3fB71uy9lbHCPS1RM7ARgf5XgkF-hCKYBdN5hIlxd2BKefw0R35_RgbWophc3SWYEqeNNS8WytnbQz25k/s1600/MASH+Reel+1_2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_UtowGYpElA8y_AoVcrZctiF-O3TV-yF2r76gyCdstl53TxaLk-ganA2sUH3fB71uy9lbHCPS1RM7ARgf5XgkF-hCKYBdN5hIlxd2BKefw0R35_RgbWophc3SWYEqeNNS8WytnbQz25k/s320/MASH+Reel+1_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496443220427576258" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A2</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Major Topper"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Perhaps I should take that, Hunnicutee. I've done at least fifty of those in the Big War."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"What war was that?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"The War of the Boston Commuters. You name it and I've done it ... successfully."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Game, set and match to Winchester," quips Hot Lips.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"The snow's getting pretty think in here," says Colonel Potter, trying to keep peace.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"I'm going to get even someday," promises Hawkeye.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Meanwhile in the mess tent, Klinger is breaking in a new man."This serving ain't a bad gig. Once you lose your sense of smell, you got it licked." But Corporal "Boots" Miller acts very strange. As Klinger hands him a ladle, he begins talking into it.</div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03FCH9ZgwP-_d8PPB6BTcgKwYKkzisHA2NoPmrAMr0FEDo4Uzswm4xzH_LGX1a01n2_3PdbOQKIsd4mBhdhJWhyphenhyphenqLEyHQxHjNVqIlMg9ZvBL2hws1S-Z_tYgMknIgUn5rbhdooWOAh5wZ/s1600/MASH+Reel+1_3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03FCH9ZgwP-_d8PPB6BTcgKwYKkzisHA2NoPmrAMr0FEDo4Uzswm4xzH_LGX1a01n2_3PdbOQKIsd4mBhdhJWhyphenhyphenqLEyHQxHjNVqIlMg9ZvBL2hws1S-Z_tYgMknIgUn5rbhdooWOAh5wZ/s320/MASH+Reel+1_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496442900513956098" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; ">A3</div><div style="text-align: center; ">"One, two, three, testing."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"One, two, three, testing. One, two, three, testing."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Colonel Potter and Father Mulcahy come through the line.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZeKKvnhAWxn7UBZB_dAue3ONf6sz4g_RG8KqOMq-h1dpTViXNSRfin8zzdzwewlWN0z1CKf_tyBYbUkoBg8bglh0v3P30h3TMdBP_XZulGgjkRw8WUQXh-HPyw_aeCuC6ywj0lQ0ecsBM/s1600/MASH+Reel+1_4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZeKKvnhAWxn7UBZB_dAue3ONf6sz4g_RG8KqOMq-h1dpTViXNSRfin8zzdzwewlWN0z1CKf_tyBYbUkoBg8bglh0v3P30h3TMdBP_XZulGgjkRw8WUQXh-HPyw_aeCuC6ywj0lQ0ecsBM/s320/MASH+Reel+1_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496442898432549250" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A4</div><div style="text-align: center;">"One brown </div><div style="text-align: center;">puddle. Hold </div><div style="text-align: center;">the shingle."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Have some stew, Colonel?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"What kind is it?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"It could be beef, port or water buffalo. We'll never know and it won't tell."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Just as long as it's dead. Spoon it on, son. No toast."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Boots barks into the ladle, "One brown puddle. Hold the shingle."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After the meal, B.J. and Hawkeye play chess. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOgSEL0Wa09COeknwqY0HxZmPYDQV1Tz6NzHteN3w2fB1qgvZeAY94RecI2xWN3wRhs4CiAwbE70IEVNNIZlrNhOf6Ou8OEXUXmRngt4fVFbbZD_0ZIqsOpQAnCEUtuK3qPj3PjnIqHaY0/s1600/MASH+Reel+1_5.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOgSEL0Wa09COeknwqY0HxZmPYDQV1Tz6NzHteN3w2fB1qgvZeAY94RecI2xWN3wRhs4CiAwbE70IEVNNIZlrNhOf6Ou8OEXUXmRngt4fVFbbZD_0ZIqsOpQAnCEUtuK3qPj3PjnIqHaY0/s320/MASH+Reel+1_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496442886394756770" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A5</div><div style="text-align: center;">"It's my turn </div><div style="text-align: center;">to beat you."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"That's not fair, B.J. It's my turn to beat you."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Up pops the voice of Charles!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9PbAuoCbLSgQtlxoh5U8-ly4ximN1RGo6btuwS15jmhrnD_t7lC9EZlQluQZSx90jD6WgnRNXXYMwScGLjAWyfwzWaOCfzX08OHiu4RzAGElc8HbzHVbuDnfiCVm4MGDJ0u4XN467TW5/s1600/MASH+Reel+1_6.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9PbAuoCbLSgQtlxoh5U8-ly4ximN1RGo6btuwS15jmhrnD_t7lC9EZlQluQZSx90jD6WgnRNXXYMwScGLjAWyfwzWaOCfzX08OHiu4RzAGElc8HbzHVbuDnfiCVm4MGDJ0u4XN467TW5/s320/MASH+Reel+1_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496442882503301746" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9PbAuoCbLSgQtlxoh5U8-ly4ximN1RGo6btuwS15jmhrnD_t7lC9EZlQluQZSx90jD6WgnRNXXYMwScGLjAWyfwzWaOCfzX08OHiu4RzAGElc8HbzHVbuDnfiCVm4MGDJ0u4XN467TW5/s1600/MASH+Reel+1_6.jpg"></a>A6</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Did I ever</div><div style="text-align: center;">tell you... "</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Did I ever tell you guys about the time I won the Intercollegiate Chess Tournament for Harvard?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Oh, no! I swear someday I'll top you, Charles!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpa4HNnCvfWbu1znJyKyWdEgF-JxkdFdhO8_IRf9VqCCCOQGetRJ2jMlmH-jpyI2NLBh4XK9CP0xScTatkm2shlFJDSMlHEpmfDxx_WzWLTd5RO1kCvtBOfRvOp1pTGAHxTPcN1OkiGTmD/s1600/Booklet+3.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpa4HNnCvfWbu1znJyKyWdEgF-JxkdFdhO8_IRf9VqCCCOQGetRJ2jMlmH-jpyI2NLBh4XK9CP0xScTatkm2shlFJDSMlHEpmfDxx_WzWLTd5RO1kCvtBOfRvOp1pTGAHxTPcN1OkiGTmD/s320/Booklet+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498271297050023682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Boots begins interviewing the men with this stew-dripping ladle.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"What's your name, soldier, and what do you do?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"My name is Colonel Potter, soldier, and I bust wiseacres like you."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Hawkeye backs away claiming "ladle fright."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Finally Boots spots Hot Lips coming into the tent.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Ah, here's a young lad with peach fuzz still on his cheeks. How old are you, sonny?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zmFuP3CuYH1EzWEhJuHu775IP8ErBuoP-cKf0hvTaU-6_2ewqvxLybTomDkLuFfpOgD188eny3dJDTswlEhW6ke8_GClym3dHh7uYn1rdhGxoLtNd9MCmSBTBCv0ZvMFRqIQaTx__6GN/s1600/MASH+Reel+1_7.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zmFuP3CuYH1EzWEhJuHu775IP8ErBuoP-cKf0hvTaU-6_2ewqvxLybTomDkLuFfpOgD188eny3dJDTswlEhW6ke8_GClym3dHh7uYn1rdhGxoLtNd9MCmSBTBCv0ZvMFRqIQaTx__6GN/s320/MASH+Reel+1_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496442873400010258" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A7</div><div style="text-align: center;">"How old are</div><div style="text-align: center;">you, sonny?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Sonny?" Hot Lips asks. "What's going on? Keep him away from me, Klinger. Isn't one of you enough?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Back in Post-Op more serious troubles concern B.J. and Hawkeye. Nurse Baker alerts them to a serious reaction to a medication. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhLPWRbYRht6_laCXVYwN6fWxwioc-ghQmL-0DxdqnHo7nlubcz_GISScbemsVLABoS8s1bT6CF71R-Y1IE5xUVGnBegVgAxQgfdHihMhZEYol5ZzUEbH3ayz3zALBPl5hzTcajA5ZDAc/s1600/MASH+Reel+2_1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhLPWRbYRht6_laCXVYwN6fWxwioc-ghQmL-0DxdqnHo7nlubcz_GISScbemsVLABoS8s1bT6CF71R-Y1IE5xUVGnBegVgAxQgfdHihMhZEYol5ZzUEbH3ayz3zALBPl5hzTcajA5ZDAc/s320/MASH+Reel+2_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497119722132034130" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">B1</div><div style="text-align: center;">"We need more</div><div style="text-align: center;">medication!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When Radar goes for a new batch, he finds there'll be no more until another shipment arrives in the morning!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhLPWRbYRht6_laCXVYwN6fWxwioc-ghQmL-0DxdqnHo7nlubcz_GISScbemsVLABoS8s1bT6CF71R-Y1IE5xUVGnBegVgAxQgfdHihMhZEYol5ZzUEbH3ayz3zALBPl5hzTcajA5ZDAc/s1600/MASH+Reel+2_1.jpg"></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">In their tent Klinger decides to be firm with Boots.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht_2hfqFrou0DY8lVQsHTpcWVxBXEhP-ohp3ldqE8kpv-E6RZXpMBKFrzpp8drL1FUB8655YlefPqLsNE6tzYXh1wOr8Fmt3soSCA_J5LJeol7tDJzqTc7bkH6AIOQPFgB3fDqx1jWVG0V/s1600/MASH+Reel+2_2.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht_2hfqFrou0DY8lVQsHTpcWVxBXEhP-ohp3ldqE8kpv-E6RZXpMBKFrzpp8drL1FUB8655YlefPqLsNE6tzYXh1wOr8Fmt3soSCA_J5LJeol7tDJzqTc7bkH6AIOQPFgB3fDqx1jWVG0V/s320/MASH+Reel+2_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497119719753830754" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">B2</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Shape up,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Boots!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"It's time we had a little nut-to-nut talk. The microphone bit is strictly for sandlots psychos. This is the Big Leagues, guy. Up here it takes seasoning, finesse. So from now on you just shut up, put down you ladle, and watch me."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2VL8BWa3e551ZNyUGKWPGWWlnOEqBwD2C3Q98_VIZxE031Kan8P00_Hx5ySTeasFTOIiPSgmNygpffZYrFRfq_Zu8AYL2Rj9me1jkISTIqgjXRDvqiDPQHgL8P0_5vXQtdDZpnA2c85JS/s320/Booklet+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498271449295523970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 309px; " /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Right, Klinger! Well good night, Mr. Shoe.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht_2hfqFrou0DY8lVQsHTpcWVxBXEhP-ohp3ldqE8kpv-E6RZXpMBKFrzpp8drL1FUB8655YlefPqLsNE6tzYXh1wOr8Fmt3soSCA_J5LJeol7tDJzqTc7bkH6AIOQPFgB3fDqx1jWVG0V/s1600/MASH+Reel+2_2.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFO2Pc9CCa84DCP8mkylOtLbxUoIhiXisVG708mTGA1MBmA0bvzE-YSoPUj9I8k9KAUCwCcSPgWKYocFrZtspobsG87cW1VwdA2b5UOatUQgf0ZvCokGZNKSEYoldZIhQthY4RztQolePb/s1600/MASH+Reel+2_3.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFO2Pc9CCa84DCP8mkylOtLbxUoIhiXisVG708mTGA1MBmA0bvzE-YSoPUj9I8k9KAUCwCcSPgWKYocFrZtspobsG87cW1VwdA2b5UOatUQgf0ZvCokGZNKSEYoldZIhQthY4RztQolePb/s320/MASH+Reel+2_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497119594903588690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">B3</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Good night</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mr. Shoe."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And good night to you, too, Mr. Socks. Don't you worry about this hole. Mr. Toes doesn't mind at all."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Klinger doesn't believe it!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Back in Potter's office, the gang meets and decides how to get through the night until the new medication arrives fro Seoul.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFO2Pc9CCa84DCP8mkylOtLbxUoIhiXisVG708mTGA1MBmA0bvzE-YSoPUj9I8k9KAUCwCcSPgWKYocFrZtspobsG87cW1VwdA2b5UOatUQgf0ZvCokGZNKSEYoldZIhQthY4RztQolePb/s1600/MASH+Reel+2_3.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8Hh6Pu-AEheyFHqHPeFGdM4YczeYgObb4h4PI4Ny3Ku3Pa5dImo2GE2TjOOaWB52G9mZ70oe81LQcZHI5Nb73y6Bund-P91p3zcJgNKlfIR-iZdWX9-kkUAzmObse_thGpIxCcs09yvI/s1600/MASH+Reel+2_4.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8Hh6Pu-AEheyFHqHPeFGdM4YczeYgObb4h4PI4Ny3Ku3Pa5dImo2GE2TjOOaWB52G9mZ70oe81LQcZHI5Nb73y6Bund-P91p3zcJgNKlfIR-iZdWX9-kkUAzmObse_thGpIxCcs09yvI/s320/MASH+Reel+2_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497119586589670802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">B4</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Let's try a</div><div style="text-align: center;">new pain</div><div style="text-align: center;">killer."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Colonel Potter remembers when he was a boy in Missouri. His Aunt Grace come down with a terrible headache and old Doc Schumacher cured it with a couple of pills.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"What kind of magic was in those pills?" asked B.J.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Sugar!" answered Potter.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Sugar? Are you suggesting that we keep our wounded sedated all night with only sugar?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie-VVkQ-t-mmjV5alZrrOBHt87bA55RIRv4oPBKk2gmWgyT8F3YXsxyF3anPSi4bA-FkKcn4FsWzb9aI8Yb60fB54fiCHsixCsWTKKD5G2eu7BPdl8jzXCaxDkvvAs2tWM_PtBJjiWk5n9/s1600/Booklet+4.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie-VVkQ-t-mmjV5alZrrOBHt87bA55RIRv4oPBKk2gmWgyT8F3YXsxyF3anPSi4bA-FkKcn4FsWzb9aI8Yb60fB54fiCHsixCsWTKKD5G2eu7BPdl8jzXCaxDkvvAs2tWM_PtBJjiWk5n9/s320/Booklet+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498271290839624002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"It's all we've got. If we sell it, it might work."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Hawkeye and B.J. agree that sugar pills are the only chance to prevent shock in their patients. At the pharmacy, they convince Glassberg that they have to do a spot inventory.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8Hh6Pu-AEheyFHqHPeFGdM4YczeYgObb4h4PI4Ny3Ku3Pa5dImo2GE2TjOOaWB52G9mZ70oe81LQcZHI5Nb73y6Bund-P91p3zcJgNKlfIR-iZdWX9-kkUAzmObse_thGpIxCcs09yvI/s1600/MASH+Reel+2_4.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8N5kH-ayUz6ji-3hf-cSNDZt99ub5y8b9oCrG23_7MY0ISO0DWx13Kwst1dLUq93m1z4U3G1TeYy5gS1NIGvJ0WjOGtikcxZOQK-NPSBF1SC9o3GK-KtfBIVTnOvh63nv8mJllQyGeCuG/s1600/MASH+Reel+2_5.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8N5kH-ayUz6ji-3hf-cSNDZt99ub5y8b9oCrG23_7MY0ISO0DWx13Kwst1dLUq93m1z4U3G1TeYy5gS1NIGvJ0WjOGtikcxZOQK-NPSBF1SC9o3GK-KtfBIVTnOvh63nv8mJllQyGeCuG/s320/MASH+Reel+2_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497119582632077938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">B5</div><div style="text-align: center;">"We need to do</div><div style="text-align: center;">a shot</div><div style="text-align: center;">inventory."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"One of our tongue depressors is missing."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When he finally leaves, Hawkeye and B.J. begin making the pills. Radar arrives with the sugar. "This is all I could scrape off the doughnuts."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Father Mulcahy drops by to see whether he can help.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"You know, I've finally gotten you boys working with me. The patients will be taking these pills on faith, and they have to work."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxQbubdq_Y00UXyshGi9nJIkxNXjx8sLDMgc__gpSXfKqujIcb2TyE8vq5rgwSLm9ku5wD5sA8Mf9jhRxTI7PIkegUQwxfayxo4zgkqBqY30FxVK6CW8iCkj34lJhmHTunoamVRPoUSRB2/s1600/MASH+Reel+2_6.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxQbubdq_Y00UXyshGi9nJIkxNXjx8sLDMgc__gpSXfKqujIcb2TyE8vq5rgwSLm9ku5wD5sA8Mf9jhRxTI7PIkegUQwxfayxo4zgkqBqY30FxVK6CW8iCkj34lJhmHTunoamVRPoUSRB2/s320/MASH+Reel+2_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497119574093450546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; ">B6</div><div style="text-align: center; ">"Let me help</div><div style="text-align: center; ">says Father</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Mulcahy."</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Out on the compound Klinger comes to relieve Boots from guard duty. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxQbubdq_Y00UXyshGi9nJIkxNXjx8sLDMgc__gpSXfKqujIcb2TyE8vq5rgwSLm9ku5wD5sA8Mf9jhRxTI7PIkegUQwxfayxo4zgkqBqY30FxVK6CW8iCkj34lJhmHTunoamVRPoUSRB2/s1600/MASH+Reel+2_6.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX55rd5phNBR4VJBoCA3MQ1fyn3cuG_NMa2i344VytVDd2Sa361zykCvUeJdfherQ3dsHACFNqLFAG54KV66syhzhEVP5Ivaq6PkPgSpMPTKBT1Mf_06i-0HFDMoqbezNBFaXBJfP9DKwu/s1600/MASH+Reel+2_7.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX55rd5phNBR4VJBoCA3MQ1fyn3cuG_NMa2i344VytVDd2Sa361zykCvUeJdfherQ3dsHACFNqLFAG54KV66syhzhEVP5Ivaq6PkPgSpMPTKBT1Mf_06i-0HFDMoqbezNBFaXBJfP9DKwu/s320/MASH+Reel+2_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497119570597583746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">B7</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I got two of</div><div style="text-align: center;">those gliders!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Boots has had a busy night. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Quiet, Klinger. You hear that? Enemy planes!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"I don't hear anything."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Of course not. They're gliders."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Suddenly Boots knocks Klinger to the ground and begins shooting at the imaginary gliders.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"I got two of 'em. I got two of 'em!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Boots, you <i>are</i> nuts. If they gave me a section 8 tonight, I'd give it to you. Now go back to your tent and sit up with Mr. Shoes and Mr. Socks."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4MavjPvN5kgo1eP0mDUlzPyjYr9Hjnfd-2mikWLejyXPzSH-d87EN7uVQrW-UFBm1txDgl5oL-VlXW8k0xF4_2N_D2Vxgwf4rzCdcHdBc9KIkFW14Q8C5RP4_2dm5B7sRbnPLCuaeO0By/s1600/Booklet+5.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4MavjPvN5kgo1eP0mDUlzPyjYr9Hjnfd-2mikWLejyXPzSH-d87EN7uVQrW-UFBm1txDgl5oL-VlXW8k0xF4_2N_D2Vxgwf4rzCdcHdBc9KIkFW14Q8C5RP4_2dm5B7sRbnPLCuaeO0By/s320/Booklet+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498271287189527826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sugar pills finished, the MASH unit starts the big experiment. As they go into Post-Op, Colonel POetter warns B.J., Hawkeye and Charles, "Remember, these pills are our only chance. They have got to work. It's up to you to convince the patients they do."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"I'm a consummate actor," says Charles. "I was in the Hasty Pudding shows ... at Harvard, you know."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Not again," moans Hawkeye.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The Drs. begin to pass out the pills. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUoeVJwIFKaYj_w3N8YBsTuXummFCtv2gBs0nJsYlTXn8oglnfaXcpIju9jFa3SkDTwXA41kscYERfxCj08LGp3eqquDc1RG583lovoZaEoCCl2N6HeLrfyK2WAZz359MVICLKKoSf_Hj/s1600/MASH+Reel+3_1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUoeVJwIFKaYj_w3N8YBsTuXummFCtv2gBs0nJsYlTXn8oglnfaXcpIju9jFa3SkDTwXA41kscYERfxCj08LGp3eqquDc1RG583lovoZaEoCCl2N6HeLrfyK2WAZz359MVICLKKoSf_Hj/s320/MASH+Reel+3_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497130174287889026" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">C1</div><div style="text-align: center;">"You guys will</div><div style="text-align: center;">feel much</div><div style="text-align: center;">better soon."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Hot Lips predicts the wounded will feel better in ten minutes. "No seconds on these pills. They're too strong," cautions B.J. Even Father Mulcahy assures a soldier the pills are better than the ones they usually get.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When Radar comes in a little later, he can hardly believe his eyes. The patients are relaxed; some are even falling asleep!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Exhausted, Hawkeye, B.J., Potter and Charles retire to the mess tent for some coffee.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Those guys really helped themselves. The best doctor is right up here," says Potter, pointing to his head.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYf83ylsXZp3j-2tlVHZJcFupsvltrxRSR2ekiidGDuYkaENRZs7JZiJS7BWPyUqgTe2fK2qxHNgLeqrMcLQcUM3FWpe6FRiDGTz0ruTzkQy6kOJENTmJhaTzzjfqnFO2lN8zb7WARkZAH/s1600/Booklet+6"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYf83ylsXZp3j-2tlVHZJcFupsvltrxRSR2ekiidGDuYkaENRZs7JZiJS7BWPyUqgTe2fK2qxHNgLeqrMcLQcUM3FWpe6FRiDGTz0ruTzkQy6kOJENTmJhaTzzjfqnFO2lN8zb7WARkZAH/s320/Booklet+6" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498271277090513666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Don't spread it around. Well all be out of jobs," says Hawkeye.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXOKElXER9DLWwdwkNfJveTFhK4O886GQ3IIv5qWhtDDPKCL_rPLFSYXpJg68vt7r5hyphenhyphenLBGsW43o06o7YXAFNE6iRPKDPwhWFSJWgvqEvYjFXPfo0nKuCvr77zGgitFg2Dj3J5b1uGcim4/s1600/MASH+Reel+3_2.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXOKElXER9DLWwdwkNfJveTFhK4O886GQ3IIv5qWhtDDPKCL_rPLFSYXpJg68vt7r5hyphenhyphenLBGsW43o06o7YXAFNE6iRPKDPwhWFSJWgvqEvYjFXPfo0nKuCvr77zGgitFg2Dj3J5b1uGcim4/s320/MASH+Reel+3_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497130166991578194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">C2</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Those sugar</div><div style="text-align: center;">pills really</div><div style="text-align: center;">worked!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"I knew it would work," gloats Charles.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXOKElXER9DLWwdwkNfJveTFhK4O886GQ3IIv5qWhtDDPKCL_rPLFSYXpJg68vt7r5hyphenhyphenLBGsW43o06o7YXAFNE6iRPKDPwhWFSJWgvqEvYjFXPfo0nKuCvr77zGgitFg2Dj3J5b1uGcim4/s1600/MASH+Reel+3_2.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO2N22rDNiwiDGY5usR20nsoFRuW_N9KaYLeNYIDKLvxC7fSf45QuWG5GbKkFcKapT57NTUoDDsFwmxDdYiuUftH4sKCBreAr7Ub-PjqUYTUsQjk66C7h-GiuCUnPoajMC92oHHrdsaWTD/s1600/MASH+Reel+3_3.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO2N22rDNiwiDGY5usR20nsoFRuW_N9KaYLeNYIDKLvxC7fSf45QuWG5GbKkFcKapT57NTUoDDsFwmxDdYiuUftH4sKCBreAr7Ub-PjqUYTUsQjk66C7h-GiuCUnPoajMC92oHHrdsaWTD/s320/MASH+Reel+3_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497129951700137922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">C3</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Of course. I</div><div style="text-align: center;">knew they'd</div><div style="text-align: center;">work."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The tired men walk off to their tents. Potter is suddenly stopped by Klinger.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Sir, I've got to talk to you. That Boots is really nuts I tell you. Right now he's holding two invisible prisoners."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Just then Boots rounds the corner and fires a warning shot into the air. Klinger hits the ground and pulls Potter down with him. Boots stars running in the other direction, screaming that the prisoners are leaving on gliders.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhobSnIQq9Cod1avgfH20LjcG74eNNnOg-crXjMs6lzqUf-ms4kkJ5xhCh8n8iISkKh4MH9HFGrirp3605wFwpk5jMSOxHCra2Ya31pnCXzv7P4s2IVwRGWTwmXB94QUlwVt-R8CaDgP2JS/s1600/MASH+Reel+3_4.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhobSnIQq9Cod1avgfH20LjcG74eNNnOg-crXjMs6lzqUf-ms4kkJ5xhCh8n8iISkKh4MH9HFGrirp3605wFwpk5jMSOxHCra2Ya31pnCXzv7P4s2IVwRGWTwmXB94QUlwVt-R8CaDgP2JS/s320/MASH+Reel+3_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497129943849125058" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">C4</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I told you</div><div style="text-align: center;">he's nuts."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"As soon as he runs out of ammunition, get him, Klinger. I'll be in my office writing his discharge," says Potter as he gets up and hurries out of range.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzGwpaF_Py5bbh7NqHokA5BfGpXPBPRZt8s3WX_V17B8KrEDXw2Pkq8Us7ZAsoCT2zi7sXl3mxRqIXE1rhJgGzH2wvjWUtO_dNXhnqnQmPjEPMHtYjhUb9vbvrguiiqlOxbUNvJqucXCI/s1600/Booklet+7.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzGwpaF_Py5bbh7NqHokA5BfGpXPBPRZt8s3WX_V17B8KrEDXw2Pkq8Us7ZAsoCT2zi7sXl3mxRqIXE1rhJgGzH2wvjWUtO_dNXhnqnQmPjEPMHtYjhUb9vbvrguiiqlOxbUNvJqucXCI/s320/Booklet+7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498271266697989890" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 309px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Hawkeye and B.J. are trying to relax in their tent when Charles begins his bragging again.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCETroF_ZoMQCCr0TAP6GjaPVfsRvW5s0m9CdABO2lpEl6nurmrzVfObp6xWW1EtWdfl82MKRCN2GSmigS_MI4h-Qb-cAKz44D9NUYa5Imvp0rT27Kv-WsORep9un2Qouq1WRtvi7b6-X0/s1600/MASH+Reel+3_5.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCETroF_ZoMQCCr0TAP6GjaPVfsRvW5s0m9CdABO2lpEl6nurmrzVfObp6xWW1EtWdfl82MKRCN2GSmigS_MI4h-Qb-cAKz44D9NUYa5Imvp0rT27Kv-WsORep9un2Qouq1WRtvi7b6-X0/s320/MASH+Reel+3_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497129936835691346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">C5</div><div style="text-align: center;">"You never</div><div style="text-align: center;">dated Grace</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kelly."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Have you gentlemen ever heard of Grace Kelly? Well, I dated her once."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Don't you ever give up?" says Hawkeye.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"We're calling you on this one, Chuckles."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And then and there Charles produces a picture of himself having dinner with Grace Kelly!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"I'm gonna be sick," groans Hawkeye. "Uncle!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCETroF_ZoMQCCr0TAP6GjaPVfsRvW5s0m9CdABO2lpEl6nurmrzVfObp6xWW1EtWdfl82MKRCN2GSmigS_MI4h-Qb-cAKz44D9NUYa5Imvp0rT27Kv-WsORep9un2Qouq1WRtvi7b6-X0/s1600/MASH+Reel+3_5.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWaWPf-wv8XKxxjZnLyykT4tbrgarR64UH8oNZGNmmL4gQGKUka86ZOzIziebWexYSDELIkKQn7Q17YjFyYq6eOAlxaTWY25OzyeaLOVFNODrIoxzjdWxWEaiUydX3j9JYwC-q2L0e575/s1600/MASH+Reel+3_6.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWaWPf-wv8XKxxjZnLyykT4tbrgarR64UH8oNZGNmmL4gQGKUka86ZOzIziebWexYSDELIkKQn7Q17YjFyYq6eOAlxaTWY25OzyeaLOVFNODrIoxzjdWxWEaiUydX3j9JYwC-q2L0e575/s320/MASH+Reel+3_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497129932308286098" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">C6</div><div style="text-align: center;">But Major</div><div style="text-align: center;">Topper did!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A few months later Potter and Klinger receive a package from Boots Miller at the Novelite Toy Company. In it is a sock puppet named "Stinky."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWaWPf-wv8XKxxjZnLyykT4tbrgarR64UH8oNZGNmmL4gQGKUka86ZOzIziebWexYSDELIkKQn7Q17YjFyYq6eOAlxaTWY25OzyeaLOVFNODrIoxzjdWxWEaiUydX3j9JYwC-q2L0e575/s1600/MASH+Reel+3_6.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGmOZwaS52Szea1FAyxrnLoKQoLO9bUJXsj04TPm4EiaExEmXpfNubahhIemNUBkxHiUip0XNOCGUQ0EoRxUXYY9xUMNKstIsNJK2FAZGsH7oimcLdb_uCG5v1upndzJdSG_yjzJZtEWC9/s1600/MASH+Reel+3_7.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGmOZwaS52Szea1FAyxrnLoKQoLO9bUJXsj04TPm4EiaExEmXpfNubahhIemNUBkxHiUip0XNOCGUQ0EoRxUXYY9xUMNKstIsNJK2FAZGsH7oimcLdb_uCG5v1upndzJdSG_yjzJZtEWC9/s320/MASH+Reel+3_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497129925435862306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">C7</div><div style="text-align: center;">Boots goes home,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sends MASH</div><div style="text-align: center;">a puppet!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Boots writes: "Mr. Sock was invented in your camp. We've sold over 50,000 of them. Now I have an idea for a new toy, "Enemy Glider." Did you by any chance take any photos of the glider I shot down? Please send them by registered mail. This office is full of spies.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"He really was nuts!" cheers Klinger.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"We're all nuts." That's part of the fun." ends Potter.</div></div></div>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986915677730559091.post-23637582671164480212010-05-25T21:51:00.001-04:002010-05-25T21:51:54.127-04:00Gay for Lois Lane<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvs5oeoOYq7jCrr4OK7L7SiIdOtAVNAlDDODRU_U8LtsQOWW597M_ff-B7m5o4WpnmxOzjhufJe_4tLS-8ZPiZQm71EtKKlD_Dg9oLeBr0Nw8R1G9TjARtSOsn_V25j1XFLuFzYRNrWg/s1600/LL+Promo+Header+Small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvs5oeoOYq7jCrr4OK7L7SiIdOtAVNAlDDODRU_U8LtsQOWW597M_ff-B7m5o4WpnmxOzjhufJe_4tLS-8ZPiZQm71EtKKlD_Dg9oLeBr0Nw8R1G9TjARtSOsn_V25j1XFLuFzYRNrWg/s320/LL+Promo+Header+Small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475388133236401650" border="0" /></a>Need yet another blog in your life? Well I do! Please stop by and check out my new tribute to Lois Lane.<br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://gayforloislane.blogspot.com/">Gay for Lois Lane</a><br /><br />Here I'll be sharing some of my favorite stories featuring the First Lady of Comics.Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986915677730559091.post-3766183921909395242010-05-06T22:45:00.002-04:002010-05-23T21:52:33.427-04:00Batman "The Purr-fect Crime" - 1966 Part 2 of 2<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVXJHUVUjvakn4knK2F1midkK1szlQrDxOHjSRjvoBAxBYqhXgfYCyY7NhJHIjPwU3J-r6OXAunPdB6y-jMKw_0WolOltCzZnHoeFIgnjS5f4870O573R0oqGypA817W9BBqAqGjvj58O/s1600/Batman+2-11jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVXJHUVUjvakn4knK2F1midkK1szlQrDxOHjSRjvoBAxBYqhXgfYCyY7NhJHIjPwU3J-r6OXAunPdB6y-jMKw_0WolOltCzZnHoeFIgnjS5f4870O573R0oqGypA817W9BBqAqGjvj58O/s320/Batman+2-11jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462597958658164002" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >11</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">With his amazing<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Batcups</span>, he<br />climbed the wall<br />and escaped!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">The ferocious Batman-eating tiger charged! Batman, with this Bat-quick reflexes, sidestepped ... fumbled in his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Batbelt</span> for his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Batclaws</span> and put them on his hands ... raced to the wall and ran up it. He slapped his hands hard against the surface <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">and</span> stayed there, a good ten feet off the floor! The amazing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Batcups</span> on his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Batclaws</span> held him tightly against the wall as the tiger leaped in vain.<br /><br />Next, using his vast knowledge of audio-engineering, Batman reversed the polarity on his communicator, then increased the audio to 20,000 decibels. The room was filled with an ear-shattering WHINE! The tiger backed into a corner and cowered there. Batman dropped to the floor, opened the door, and escaped into a long corridor, turning off the communicator. He looked around, then stamped on a wall the luminous sigh of the bat.<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDe4McQcIne6fjM_y63zVczgButaI1NLkUgo0VnFcKzOO9kXqvnRufVZKpFMMYhSOC-l8xROTtoIAtUwJK4dP2qxEgzUTuUiEhXxNPW59Yzcii-q2ZAJ5C3M_VmZf3XbIhRMtL9e5waMka/s1600/Batman+2-12.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDe4McQcIne6fjM_y63zVczgButaI1NLkUgo0VnFcKzOO9kXqvnRufVZKpFMMYhSOC-l8xROTtoIAtUwJK4dP2qxEgzUTuUiEhXxNPW59Yzcii-q2ZAJ5C3M_VmZf3XbIhRMtL9e5waMka/s320/Batman+2-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462597952636167410" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >12</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"My tigers below,<br />Boy Wonder,<br />will be fed when<br />you fall ..."<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">Meanwhile, in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Catwoman's</span> evil playroom in the basement, Robin was stretched on a plank suspended over a pit of snarling tigers! On the opposite end of the plank, a clear <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">plastic</span> cylinder, filled with sand, balanced his weight exactly. One move meant horrible death!<br /><br />"You must be curious, Boy Wonder, why the strange feeding method?" asked <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Catwoman</span>.<br /><br />"I'm always interested in the workings of the criminal mind," he replied.<br /><br />"My pets are orderly beasts and have to be fed on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">time</span>," explained <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Catwoman</span>. "So when enough sand runs out, dinner is served!"<br /><br />"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Catwoman</span>, you are not a nice person," said Robin. "You shouldn't let them get so hungry. After all, pets <span style="font-style: italic;">are</span> a responsibility.<br /><br />She shrugged, pulled the plug from the sand cylinder, and walked away. Slowly, the sand began spilling out.<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqBYL3MNAj98dUQttbEVCl5WWQRYxWU1l1g9KtsAIGZfwwDvOrrFwYKsT8oFApQ6nipT7VC2ytEIYz9wiwxdf5O6SVwZyErqbNQ_Jwf4A5puCUyEtdm08K2s3KHKf3psVLdtyBqT3RAD5P/s1600/Batman+2-13.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqBYL3MNAj98dUQttbEVCl5WWQRYxWU1l1g9KtsAIGZfwwDvOrrFwYKsT8oFApQ6nipT7VC2ytEIYz9wiwxdf5O6SVwZyErqbNQ_Jwf4A5puCUyEtdm08K2s3KHKf3psVLdtyBqT3RAD5P/s320/Batman+2-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462597950543462562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >13</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">In the catacombs<br />Batman saw his<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Batsign</span> again -<br />he was lost!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">In the dimly lit corridor, Batman walked along, trying to find his way out of these catacombs. He came to a cross-corridor and saw his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Batsign</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">What no, Cowled Crusader? Is it a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">cul</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">de</span>-sac?</span><br /><br />He started down the corridor to the right, but soon came full circle <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">and</span> saw the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Batsign</span> again.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Precious moments lost! There's only one possible way out!</span> He turned and ran up the left-hand passage.<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTcwXSOBtO5im_HJ5aOJe0JX226iqsszWeJdZ-dnrRaJA3eOAtWw00vd3PV2Q1YlZPGRdyEz5ovghptlkcRnm4RoXMe4YbfMBqES7eS_5Dtzv2bYtY_rAAM3Z6pHm2RPAEGKbwN74un7LR/s1600/Bklet+13.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTcwXSOBtO5im_HJ5aOJe0JX226iqsszWeJdZ-dnrRaJA3eOAtWw00vd3PV2Q1YlZPGRdyEz5ovghptlkcRnm4RoXMe4YbfMBqES7eS_5Dtzv2bYtY_rAAM3Z6pHm2RPAEGKbwN74un7LR/s320/Bklet+13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462597946889516322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvywxvLeLXi8jYut9mf0JaNDtw94HRBqbwvpiuUvwvlLD7VwBRG1G_ezZ-8Z9LWIEPrym8ey3Uogh2Lk2ieDQ5zJPKeWNvIVueAzGbQx_9x_1a9OQQWDaBJLJfOQ2-wugKTqGMs2vlM9kq/s1600/Batman+2-14.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvywxvLeLXi8jYut9mf0JaNDtw94HRBqbwvpiuUvwvlLD7VwBRG1G_ezZ-8Z9LWIEPrym8ey3Uogh2Lk2ieDQ5zJPKeWNvIVueAzGbQx_9x_1a9OQQWDaBJLJfOQ2-wugKTqGMs2vlM9kq/s320/Batman+2-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462597937034188882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >14</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The sand<br />was escaping!<br />Below Robin the<br />tigers paced!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">While the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Catwoman's</span> henchmen watched and taunted him, Robin teetered over the awful pit. Each dropping grain of sand seemed to signal a terrible end. <span style="font-style: italic;">Batman - where are you?</span> Below, the hungry tigers roared for their supper. He slipped slightly! The beasts nervously paced in the pit. Robin slipped again! Oh, agony! <span style="font-style: italic;">Have the sands of time run out </span><span style="font-style: italic;">for the Boy Wonder?</span><br /><br />About twenty feet up the wall above him was an air vent - and in it suddenly appeared the face of Batman - wonderful in-the-nick-of-time Batman! He grasped the situation. His jaws tightened. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Catwoman's</span> men, below, did not see the vent being pried open - oh, so quietly ...<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRp6BBOLDKOzJbNvvJJ0EZDUWcZtnTKs3iIbV2B-5PVEk-5VdtCeAmBEH5piZuL-FWh-77ZJyH8ZsE-QSzc7dqJ810XFRBqFvW_Qu9KIYdVnyx4RN4kNr_zaAWAr9m_m3r7LUAmloIbMR1/s1600/Batman+3-15.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRp6BBOLDKOzJbNvvJJ0EZDUWcZtnTKs3iIbV2B-5PVEk-5VdtCeAmBEH5piZuL-FWh-77ZJyH8ZsE-QSzc7dqJ810XFRBqFvW_Qu9KIYdVnyx4RN4kNr_zaAWAr9m_m3r7LUAmloIbMR1/s320/Batman+3-15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462596943399610178" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >15</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Batman swung<br />down, snatching<br />Robin from a<br />sure doom!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">Batman removed the grating, thrust an arm through. His <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Batarang</span> whipped through the air ... the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Batrope</span> followed it, wrapping itself around a beam on the ceiling! In a flash, Batman seized the rope ... swung down ... grabbed Robin, and deposited him safely on the floor!<br /><br />The henchmen were stunned. But they quickly recovered. "You take Batman," yelled Leo, "I'll get Robin!"<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVZuP_pVrNZsE3IrFrQ-m_Gg5S3shyphenhyphenz6Y1s9CFtNkrWqGEfbQEssAcCVkRvCOh948w07JA1kqyZgu2Q7h8enDKofwBQvBo_QgZDl_Z_gI_yAXyjGfp66VUTbZtY7RJgFlrHCBJjPwHT3E_/s1600/Bklet+16.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 107px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVZuP_pVrNZsE3IrFrQ-m_Gg5S3shyphenhyphenz6Y1s9CFtNkrWqGEfbQEssAcCVkRvCOh948w07JA1kqyZgu2Q7h8enDKofwBQvBo_QgZDl_Z_gI_yAXyjGfp66VUTbZtY7RJgFlrHCBJjPwHT3E_/s320/Bklet+16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462596936544422738" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijU18kUFebw8VWQX5jOTBkqIgeta0yOFZ_AAEFGm10t3febotA_aDlNwvqq3sXtuZRGlSSPrC_iisZ02QCgBNG3pfoQtpr5a17wYisCtdcevqFNc0RNYgO1bvr5KpJLDIgKF2ftu4rEEA1/s1600/Batman+3-16.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijU18kUFebw8VWQX5jOTBkqIgeta0yOFZ_AAEFGm10t3febotA_aDlNwvqq3sXtuZRGlSSPrC_iisZ02QCgBNG3pfoQtpr5a17wYisCtdcevqFNc0RNYgO1bvr5KpJLDIgKF2ftu4rEEA1/s320/Batman+3-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462596939937860018" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >16</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Robin launched<br />himself at a<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">catman</span> - ZAP!<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">KAPOWI</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">E!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">SOCK! WHAM! A general free-for-all fight took place POW! Robin finally THWACK! knocked out Felix, while <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">OOF</span>! Batman sent Leo sprawling on the floor.<br /><br />"Tie them up, Robin," said Batman - but Leo, who had been only pretending unconsciousness, crawled stealthily toward the door ... then rose and made a break for it!<br /><br />"He's gone," said Batman. "Oh well, let's investigate this lair. Perhaps we'll find <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Catwoman</span>."<br /><br />The feline lady had fled. But standing regally on her unguarded desk were the two golden cat statues!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiK3lIjq0jvs4ISZWs2Nr5R_BFvk20vF7vFzRCV357rQ0DmPRR4bQyTawO-GIJVPImKi-Lcl6VTqi_Raf5h4P114U6PnmqK_N4b-ulw0RVQ8d3d5rTvQWwVqcON0XyiM7_gVKcix5uwYpT/s1600/Batman+3-17.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiK3lIjq0jvs4ISZWs2Nr5R_BFvk20vF7vFzRCV357rQ0DmPRR4bQyTawO-GIJVPImKi-Lcl6VTqi_Raf5h4P114U6PnmqK_N4b-ulw0RVQ8d3d5rTvQWwVqcON0XyiM7_gVKcix5uwYpT/s320/Batman+3-17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462596932458313842" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >17</span><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"These cats<br />are the shape of<br />this old<br />treasure map!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">Back in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Batcave</span>, they laid the golden cats side by side on a table and studied them carefully. "Notice the strange markings on their backs, Robin," said Batman.<br /><br />"Holy geography!" said Robin. "It looks like some kind of map!"<br /><br />"There's a legend that these cats were part of the treasure of the notorious pirate, Captain Manx," said Batman. "And the rest of his loot was never found." He crossed over to a bookshelf and returned with a volume, <span style="font-style: italic;">History of Gotham City.</span><br /><br />"I've found it!" he said a few minutes later, pointing to a map in the book. "The same markings you get when both cats are side by side! Together they become a map that will lead us to Captain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Manx's</span> treasure!"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In a wooded area near the ocean, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Catwoman</span> held her cat-shaped flashlight while Leo dug. His </span><span style="font-style: italic;">shovel plunged through into an opening ... an underground cave!</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">"At last!" shouted <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Catwoman</span>. "Captain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Manx's</span> lost treasure! I'm rich! Fill the duffel bag, Leo!"</span><br /><br />Along a lonely road raced the powerful <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Batmobile</span> ...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Leo finished stuffing the bag with loot. "What will my share be, </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">Catwoman</span>?"<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIpBpYujoXMndRV_afW6zWnfiajPSqzIj5pItDVi5nUUygeqnyJfHS98D4lTLA_r1BiwA8vdwRKJgF6EJj4TEycM5pc_-IyPAGAoh-XvJHfBGslls08Kit7CgN1pNsHNHda8dcPOTtq4i/s1600/BKlet+17.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIpBpYujoXMndRV_afW6zWnfiajPSqzIj5pItDVi5nUUygeqnyJfHS98D4lTLA_r1BiwA8vdwRKJgF6EJj4TEycM5pc_-IyPAGAoh-XvJHfBGslls08Kit7CgN1pNsHNHda8dcPOTtq4i/s320/BKlet+17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462596922523242754" border="0" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"This!" She took her heavy flashlight and rapped it over his cranium. He toppled like a giant </span><span style="font-style: italic;">redwood.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Why'd you do that?" mumbled Leo, as his eyes crossed and he lapsed into unconsciousness.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"There's never enough for two," said <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Catwoman</span>. She shouldered the loot and started for the entrance ... but, just then came Batman's voice like the crack of a whip.</span><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WbeZnR0vwfVfgXD8uaUAUNLP4zh2UD3mO5RHV8rSI6hd-OVDQBNrIkp-Meci1GQnxgdxCfBZV_Dq7soZ88ymFtWrjauYyPPwCi93yrnNozjroUqzPysapLaCTz8198B2cOFgohDtOgHc/s1600/Batman+3-18.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WbeZnR0vwfVfgXD8uaUAUNLP4zh2UD3mO5RHV8rSI6hd-OVDQBNrIkp-Meci1GQnxgdxCfBZV_Dq7soZ88ymFtWrjauYyPPwCi93yrnNozjroUqzPysapLaCTz8198B2cOFgohDtOgHc/s320/Batman+3-18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462596036885350354" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >18</span><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">They found the<br />pirates cave and<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Catwoman</span><br />with the loot.<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">The Dauntless Duo stood in the doorway, resolutely blocking her path. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">Catwoman</span> whirled and ran back into the cave, with the Masked <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">Manhunters</span> in hot pursuit!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgUfobypvUzTsZqXnMVODBQEKGdJLV_V_Fx3TL0MeC-nHKOoy1wmxGgKGVOyDOzl7BVXNo9WYyr5wUJ_JsaACihUpnEKYnEQwgPSgG54gAjFh3ZlUq-1wH13dwlZ9I88D3KAou5abrHJaC/s1600/Batman+3-19.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgUfobypvUzTsZqXnMVODBQEKGdJLV_V_Fx3TL0MeC-nHKOoy1wmxGgKGVOyDOzl7BVXNo9WYyr5wUJ_JsaACihUpnEKYnEQwgPSgG54gAjFh3ZlUq-1wH13dwlZ9I88D3KAou5abrHJaC/s320/Batman+3-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462596030212663762" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >19</span><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">They cornered<br />her at the edge<br />of a bottomless<br />chasm!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">There followed an eerie chase through the dim, deep underground corridors. Suddenly <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">Catwoman</span> gasped in horror! Ahead of her the cave floor vanished, and a chasm ten feet wide lay across her path. Could she jump it?<br /><br />"Don't do it, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">Catwoman</span>!" Batman called. "You'll never make the jump with the load you're carrying!"<br /><br />"Just watch me, Batman!" she panted defiantly.<br /><br />She leaped ... missed!" She clung desperately to a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">stalactite</span> with one hand, the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">heavy</span> bag with the other!<br /><br />Batman uncoiled his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">Batrope</span>. "Hang on, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">Catwoman</span>. Let go of the bag, then you can catch the rope."<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO4neOjkZOCTSixx6TWAeY1X9Yn6Gjvb47NEUKQVpkGIMk5fVNZe3Ym7Kchf96685qI4FPxJ7V7LgSgclNIQZsW2YeswBrt8-SDOWdRgNQseEEjOKbdKMUIvZrQ8EEJ_ifOplT9XcB_Lv5/s1600/Batman+3-20.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO4neOjkZOCTSixx6TWAeY1X9Yn6Gjvb47NEUKQVpkGIMk5fVNZe3Ym7Kchf96685qI4FPxJ7V7LgSgclNIQZsW2YeswBrt8-SDOWdRgNQseEEjOKbdKMUIvZrQ8EEJ_ifOplT9XcB_Lv5/s320/Batman+3-20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462596023890804850" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >20</span><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Too greedy to<br />drop the loot<br />she lost her hold<br />and fell!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">But Catwoman's greed was stronger than fear! "I can't let go ... I just can't"<br /><br />Her hand lost its hold ... and, with a caterwaul of terror, she plunged out of sight. Ten heartbeats later, they heard a SPLASH far below.<br /><br />"Catwoman!" shouted Robin. "Can you hear me? Catwoman?"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Catwoman!"</span> came the echo. <span style="font-style: italic;">"Can you hear me? Catwoman!"</span><br /><br />"Greed is an overpowering emotion," said Batman as he coiled his Batrope. "Come on, Robin; our job is done."<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh1pv4l5dpsbLLSxzR-JhZzvuy8A2I9ZozTrteP1nnSgRjBgVnIwyZTWijHwpz_FyPyU_Y8lGix-IG_Ff_vC6h_VCmiaelxy5PIcEoRkbNMbAsW5AITbXDlIspfH8ai0d0BkXvniFiloZ0/s1600/Bklet+20.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh1pv4l5dpsbLLSxzR-JhZzvuy8A2I9ZozTrteP1nnSgRjBgVnIwyZTWijHwpz_FyPyU_Y8lGix-IG_Ff_vC6h_VCmiaelxy5PIcEoRkbNMbAsW5AITbXDlIspfH8ai0d0BkXvniFiloZ0/s320/Bklet+20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462596015958495122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYbAMEAVsC6CJm2hZZ4jxjGzBBC1kaCfVYHabeIBI73xqtns51hXabdoUiX4dGFoxNBJpO3HXBs5EAJgGAgYt5bled9xh8J3U07xwlOldE2yVCmXH1Hx-jCWXGw5xNJAeebgvtBAeTEKA/s1600/Batman+3-21.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYbAMEAVsC6CJm2hZZ4jxjGzBBC1kaCfVYHabeIBI73xqtns51hXabdoUiX4dGFoxNBJpO3HXBs5EAJgGAgYt5bled9xh8J3U07xwlOldE2yVCmXH1Hx-jCWXGw5xNJAeebgvtBAeTEKA/s320/Batman+3-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462596014082940562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >21</span><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Bruce, do you<br />think Catwoman<br />has nine lives, too?"<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">The next morning, in Bruce's study at Wayne Manor, Bruce and Dick resumed their interrupted game of three-dimensional chess. Alfred looked on the interest as Bruce moved his Queen catty-corner up three levels to say: "Queen takes Knight and - checkmate!"<br /><br />Dick sighed. His thoughts were elsewhere.<br /><br />"Bruce, do you think she might still be alive?<br /><br />"I don't see how she could be, but - cats are supped to have nine lives, Dick. It's hard to say."<br /></div></div>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986915677730559091.post-28246796684929253312010-04-23T10:15:00.011-04:002010-04-24T09:53:23.906-04:00Batman "The Purr-fect Crime" - 1966 Part 1 of 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXwXGw07IvZPNaJaaR1rRf_3wvc-iDRZPjFweYvTzrM0bmbftoCEyJ63Uv3gFKehbZu-65IGiPzYx75ANMv1AID9hr_ctG3pG0H2Er70jq4RjWyFqM95o9o_M5Mdaj7a66zmJ7VeBdCJXV/s1600/66Batman+Sleeve.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXwXGw07IvZPNaJaaR1rRf_3wvc-iDRZPjFweYvTzrM0bmbftoCEyJ63Uv3gFKehbZu-65IGiPzYx75ANMv1AID9hr_ctG3pG0H2Er70jq4RjWyFqM95o9o_M5Mdaj7a66zmJ7VeBdCJXV/s200/66Batman+Sleeve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462600852921566082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Batman "The Purr-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fect</span> Crime"</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Packet No. B4921<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">1966</span></div><br />When I was five I loved the reruns of the 1960's Batman television show. And I thought Julie <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Newmar</span> as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Catwoman</span> was just about the coolest thing around.<br /><br />Whenever the show came on I remember running to my mother and having her tie on my orange felt cape (one she had made specifically for these occasions) so that I could run on and off the the couch and around the family room as the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">show's</span> theme music played. (Yeah, my mom is STILL pretty laid back.)<br /><br />This show was my first exposure to Batman in any form, at least that I can remember, and even today I still think of Julie <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Newmar</span> as THE <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Catwoman</span>.<br /><br />So it only seems right to me that in 1966, when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Gaf</span> released a Batman reel set that it would be a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Catwoman</span> story, "The Purr-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">fect</span> Crime" that featured, of course, Adam West as Batman, Burt Ward as Robin, Alan Napier as Alfred, Neil Hamilton as Commissioner Gordon, Stafford <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Repp</span> as Chief O'Hara and Madge Blake as Mrs. Cooper. And then their were the cast of villains, Julie <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Newmar</span> as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Catwoman</span> and her henchmen played by Jock <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Mahoney</span>, Ralph <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Manz</span> and Alex Sharp.<br /><br />Enjoy!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOYG6Y58EdZ_viZkoTagYMO2wXWTJ7gdvPeqh7cxrGp4sJq-abmKq0Ei4qfa7NzqWwU9PgCl-JwRX9G92zzcco1etfIOOjhYyv7gcykiHD_vxZNmI6QcLu22e8E7zqvCFsXPuM_228zFN/s1600/Batman+Bklt++Cover.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOYG6Y58EdZ_viZkoTagYMO2wXWTJ7gdvPeqh7cxrGp4sJq-abmKq0Ei4qfa7NzqWwU9PgCl-JwRX9G92zzcco1etfIOOjhYyv7gcykiHD_vxZNmI6QcLu22e8E7zqvCFsXPuM_228zFN/s320/Batman+Bklt++Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462600725024512546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Midnight, in the Gotham City Art Museum ... in a dimly lighted hall is a glass display case holding a lovely golden cat statue ... a museum guard hears a "meow," draws his gun: "Who's there?" ... a cat-o-nine-tails knocks the gun from his hand ... a cat-costumed figure springs, the guard falls unconscious ... the figure flees with the cat statue ...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">At Wayne Manor, the next morning, a phone call interrupts Bruce and Dick's game of three-dimensional chess: "We suspect the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Catwoman</span>," Commissioner Gordon tells Bruce ... "It was one of two golden cat statues belonging to Mark Andres, the multimillionaire."</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Bruce hangs up. "To the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Batpoles</span>!" he tells Dick. The two slide down to their secret <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Batcave</span> beneath the house...</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSx8BxRb4JTmA5T5GuwXB5fjtCQvtXwNSMn9LCL1_5424_U0iaPRck9w4MiQ2yFhOCO3h2pce0gGBT8bw11fw-CA9G2vnGeCfqmdzPcXq0ORypvCv-TbwaeWQoLQLIltFgGA__FP1RikvE/s1600/Bklt+Intro.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSx8BxRb4JTmA5T5GuwXB5fjtCQvtXwNSMn9LCL1_5424_U0iaPRck9w4MiQ2yFhOCO3h2pce0gGBT8bw11fw-CA9G2vnGeCfqmdzPcXq0ORypvCv-TbwaeWQoLQLIltFgGA__FP1RikvE/s320/Bklt+Intro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462600720053257810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj48pnSHCdRulfRfamlPsMlwgqPTxz2mGwSW9N06zACtX2vUET0ggFOsjqKTnJXzFDtGCmHhTpR10cRjHYcIocuvnZQc14I_FhVZsx0xfXd1EUvDGB16Lm3-ZBw1Lvdywe1jcZhPTvJ-Z9y/s1600/Batman+1-1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj48pnSHCdRulfRfamlPsMlwgqPTxz2mGwSW9N06zACtX2vUET0ggFOsjqKTnJXzFDtGCmHhTpR10cRjHYcIocuvnZQc14I_FhVZsx0xfXd1EUvDGB16Lm3-ZBw1Lvdywe1jcZhPTvJ-Z9y/s320/Batman+1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462600709844471858" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >1</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Catwoman</span> has<br />stolen a golden<br />cat statue,"<br />said Gordon.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Batmobile</span> screeched to a halt at Police Headquarters, and Batman and Robin leap out. Gordon was discussing the case with Chief O'Hara as they entered.<br /><br />"We believe the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Catwoman</span> will strike again!" said Gordon. "Andrews owns two of these cats. The second is loaned to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Gothan</span> City Exposition until tonight."<br /><br />"So if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Catwoman</span> is going to steal that one, she'll <span style="font-style: italic;">do</span> it tonight!" exclaimed Robin.<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmdHzTNeFozG3BILLfM1NzXHIxtm6ionPyL4lZWYxXDBmqDCW7xr0a6-imze1R-UAu6nAWEms4zqObN8LnkjOwcZ_vP7PY9J6w7Xn4AuUh-WWsiT-Psu146bjFlNlO2MWNLM0MrdOghkI/s1600/Batman+1-2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmdHzTNeFozG3BILLfM1NzXHIxtm6ionPyL4lZWYxXDBmqDCW7xr0a6-imze1R-UAu6nAWEms4zqObN8LnkjOwcZ_vP7PY9J6w7Xn4AuUh-WWsiT-Psu146bjFlNlO2MWNLM0MrdOghkI/s320/Batman+1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462599694388530418" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >2</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"I'll get the<br />other golden cat<br />and get rid of<br />Batman too!"<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"> In a downtown alley stood an innocent-looking fur warehouse. But inside it - what a strange office! Feminine decor. An ornate desk; a cat-shaped telephone. On the desk, two golden pedestals - one holding the cat statue stolen from the museum the previous night; the other empty, awaiting the statue's twin. Behind the desk, a beautiful woman, lithe and sleek, dressed in a skintight cat costume: black leotard, boots, long gloves with claws. She was speaking to two men in tiger shirts.<br /><br />"Leo, did you get the books?"<br /><br />"Yes, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Catwoman</span>," said the taller of the two men. He brought a carton of books and laid them on her desk.<br /><br />"I'll get the other cat and rid myself of Batman and Robin in one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">pawstroke</span>," she purred. The men left. She selected a volume, turned to a particular page, and compared the golden cat with a picture. She smiled ...<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJdbFj_VKUKGe_uWbT4Z76_pQn274QTvxUTAGD886Hw9L371WgkfRNz-CwH7ym4DuiYrL-I3rtZiqbhxpvzqVx7UgqDoIQE3jr7_0SXEYcydPHRQscujeApAd_1pWQJplPsVQHnZB6sz5D/s1600/Bklt+2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJdbFj_VKUKGe_uWbT4Z76_pQn274QTvxUTAGD886Hw9L371WgkfRNz-CwH7ym4DuiYrL-I3rtZiqbhxpvzqVx7UgqDoIQE3jr7_0SXEYcydPHRQscujeApAd_1pWQJplPsVQHnZB6sz5D/s320/Bklt+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462599688070639234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-l1lTwRVl5I7Rp4DUP80_gq_2e2qtEPheqcokUuOy1XqIRhFksq1cXsKDC4RoiH0AYliTkWjmshkeoUxj_GeJgdkX1oMu1E20AdbkeYqdSbig-r4h1IXIbkB7nHrMcfxZpHGzoM7VI-N/s1600/Batman+1-3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-l1lTwRVl5I7Rp4DUP80_gq_2e2qtEPheqcokUuOy1XqIRhFksq1cXsKDC4RoiH0AYliTkWjmshkeoUxj_GeJgdkX1oMu1E20AdbkeYqdSbig-r4h1IXIbkB7nHrMcfxZpHGzoM7VI-N/s320/Batman+1-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462599683622239186" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >3</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"This radioactive<br />spray, Alfred,<br />will help us track<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Catwoman</span>!"<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Batmobile</span> zoomed into the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Batcave</span>, where Alfred, Batman's faithful butler, was busy tidying up.<br /><br />"Please help Robin with the atomic power channel, Alfred," said Batman. As they plugged a cable into the reactor, Batman mixed some chemicals. "Alfred, please attach a pressure can to this outlet tube."<br /><br />"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Y'see</span>, Alfred," Robin explained, "we're setting a trap for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Catwoman</span> in case she makes off with the second statue tonight. We spray this radioactive mist on an object and then we can trace it on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Batometer</span>. We'll find the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Batomete</span>. We'll find her <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> the statue."<br /><br />A few minutes later the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Batmobile</span> roared up to the Gotham City Exposition. The two Caped Crusaders bought their tickets at the book. A they passed through the gate, the ticket taker picked up a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">porta</span>-phone and spoke softly: "They're here, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Catwoman</span>."<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioCdtahgBj2CW38lpHKNnJdsH9k3cM-UUB96n6GbYEjkNkKO4r31OqUIGr_OhPKe4gpWdrPtFCs8PSn6gOX1ImkODHH_9KS9eazVk3LwlhFMlFvsDTEiAip5o8GsrENqZUbqwpiJtYbrxu/s1600/Bklt+3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioCdtahgBj2CW38lpHKNnJdsH9k3cM-UUB96n6GbYEjkNkKO4r31OqUIGr_OhPKe4gpWdrPtFCs8PSn6gOX1ImkODHH_9KS9eazVk3LwlhFMlFvsDTEiAip5o8GsrENqZUbqwpiJtYbrxu/s320/Bklt+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462599677999545666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxb4VCHhDkEBiqCjtSYMzNpNk2ZZTGr3sA4Foopzh230Ml_wIFMQsQqirsY7GH8xiMLonYtFK9KTwlv7cj_pozUpISsCRLj6quL34wKBF2iGj8mtNPTRWKpOiYglWc_IumuJZR7kMrYiQ/s1600/Batman+1-4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxb4VCHhDkEBiqCjtSYMzNpNk2ZZTGr3sA4Foopzh230Ml_wIFMQsQqirsY7GH8xiMLonYtFK9KTwlv7cj_pozUpISsCRLj6quL34wKBF2iGj8mtNPTRWKpOiYglWc_IumuJZR7kMrYiQ/s320/Batman+1-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462599670004220226" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >4</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The night, in the<br />exhibit hall, they<br />sprayed the other<br />golden cat.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">It was night, and the Exposition had closed. Batman and Robin were alone in the dim, eerie Hall of Culture. In an alcove, surrounded by Mayan burial sarcophagi, was a stand holding the second golden cat of Mark Andrews.<br /><br />Batman sprayed the statue. "There, it's done." He looked at his watch. "Time to check the exits. I'll be back in three minutes and twenty seconds." He walked briskly away.<br /><br />Behind the Boy Wonder, the lid of one of the sarcophagi began silently to open ... open ... open ...<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_QbjbYL9SdJyn0vVKPF9w0rDYhgzUAwEPv8LCGndg9tmqZ5mlbchzEtKAoozz25cfNmR6KfPVoXoeiom_9oGvQJ-CTNoVxku3SqCseHwJzbwTRkrSdW4g14geDKjddCK_Rvs72EIQj9U/s1600/Batman+1-5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_QbjbYL9SdJyn0vVKPF9w0rDYhgzUAwEPv8LCGndg9tmqZ5mlbchzEtKAoozz25cfNmR6KfPVoXoeiom_9oGvQJ-CTNoVxku3SqCseHwJzbwTRkrSdW4g14geDKjddCK_Rvs72EIQj9U/s320/Batman+1-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462599125064710450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >5</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">She poisoned<br />Robin with a cat<br />scratch and took<br />the treasure.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">... and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Catwoman</span> came padding noiselessly out! Suddenly she sprang at him. "Holy cats!" blurted Robin. Her clawed glove scratched his arm. Instantly he became dizzy and toppled to the floor, calling weakly into the communicator: "Batman, help!"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_xdzY9dWCDCevhDaasqHxstfnAt1aZNLk1ry5d6s7gTNUzVipSHYL8jzALLqdOqQF8ng-j_vh2vXrBx3uh9IlUNRfhol-NWbrrb4ReeSsot3e06CeCupfh21NWJDm7WEqlOSHeJiPnxcg/s1600/Bklt+5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_xdzY9dWCDCevhDaasqHxstfnAt1aZNLk1ry5d6s7gTNUzVipSHYL8jzALLqdOqQF8ng-j_vh2vXrBx3uh9IlUNRfhol-NWbrrb4ReeSsot3e06CeCupfh21NWJDm7WEqlOSHeJiPnxcg/s320/Bklt+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462599121725794242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Batman, in a distant hallway, heard the cry on his communicator and raced swiftly back. He found <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">Catwoman</span> clutching the golden cat - but Robin, where was he?<br /><br />"You feline devil!" snarled the Foe of Felons. "What have you done with Robin?"<br /><br />"Now is <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> a way to greet an old friend?" taunted the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">Catwoman</span>. "Teach him some manners, fellows."<br /><br />Her henchmen, Leo and Felix, came bounding in. "You hit him high, Leo, I'll hit him low!" called Felix.<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAE5yXdcS_NGCrfTW2ae51H8k04aizY8uC-p2LxwinBrns4uM0-9P-y0ND61qPHX1805Hvr3cfBR_OqapAuTWzbKoapG3reeA4K2IBKlFVJUbkwXJOKVFABpPqXCXuFJWxswcN84QvTHWR/s1600/Batman+1-6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAE5yXdcS_NGCrfTW2ae51H8k04aizY8uC-p2LxwinBrns4uM0-9P-y0ND61qPHX1805Hvr3cfBR_OqapAuTWzbKoapG3reeA4K2IBKlFVJUbkwXJOKVFABpPqXCXuFJWxswcN84QvTHWR/s320/Batman+1-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462599115000717042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >6</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Batman fought<br />her henchmen -<br />CRUNCH!<br />THWACK!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">ZAP! Batman peppered their pates POW! with potent punches. He knocked Leo THWACK! against a sarcophagus ... the door swung open ... and an unconscious Robin tumbled out!<br /><br />"Come on, cats, let's get out of here!" and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">Catwoman</span>, and the three criminals fled with the golden statue, as Batman knelt by his young cohort ...<br /><br />Later, at her desk, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">Catwoman</span> laid the two golden cats side by side, covered them with a sheet of paper, traced a pattern ...<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKsX7MkR1jRHBJNa0q_jnD1WrrMzQdTaFDJy-732-3qICSfMfdDoQVwBNwacQeoDm4k9AlXZuNGA7PLO9ZqsAKHDnrB8aV0M8Op8jK3MFB1wicOEQ_9_MzSYhe8zn0uk7j8TVMvTp1RiY/s1600/Bklet+6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKsX7MkR1jRHBJNa0q_jnD1WrrMzQdTaFDJy-732-3qICSfMfdDoQVwBNwacQeoDm4k9AlXZuNGA7PLO9ZqsAKHDnrB8aV0M8Op8jK3MFB1wicOEQ_9_MzSYhe8zn0uk7j8TVMvTp1RiY/s320/Bklet+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462599108544633618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnC4UbrMVvD-ViQmFCW_TUZI0MUGtIsiSySID3nkBLwaJeCKQ8qseJUq0bnEHgTI48nRPWkr71R1L2g-CSTFWC2FfDd4DwHQecyXqXZG6-El9vLIE6RKuCmOtTGHED-Go1iEVoOgnHq9EA/s1600/Batman+1-7.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnC4UbrMVvD-ViQmFCW_TUZI0MUGtIsiSySID3nkBLwaJeCKQ8qseJUq0bnEHgTI48nRPWkr71R1L2g-CSTFWC2FfDd4DwHQecyXqXZG6-El9vLIE6RKuCmOtTGHED-Go1iEVoOgnHq9EA/s320/Batman+1-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462599099771312594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >7</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">He revived<br />Robin and they<br />leaped into the<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">Batmobile</span>.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">Back in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">Batcave</span>, Batman poked a Universal Antidote pill down Robin's throat. The boy stirred.<br /><br />"Easy now, Robin," said Batman. "You were drugged with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">catacol</span>. You'll be OK." As they climbed back into the car, Robin asked: "Did she get the cat?"<br /><br />"Yes, Robin - just as I planned." The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">Batometer</span> screen on the dashboard was pulsating. "All we do is follow the blips, and we're on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">Catwoman's</span> trail!"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Batman - you're heading into a trap!</span><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkOQqFQixGpT7K_fI7MRovVIQRoaswifIkNB0fqLwhh56SvU76OXlJO6BxZYRKkjOnVQ9DJbi8Bbg_Em0-cYndfoIuDmDRtXYkC-Zg2nEHXDwHt3nRw7lRYsgZ7b1whj-NY48Z_OZmH4L/s1600/Batman+2-8.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkOQqFQixGpT7K_fI7MRovVIQRoaswifIkNB0fqLwhh56SvU76OXlJO6BxZYRKkjOnVQ9DJbi8Bbg_Em0-cYndfoIuDmDRtXYkC-Zg2nEHXDwHt3nRw7lRYsgZ7b1whj-NY48Z_OZmH4L/s320/Batman+2-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462598550449045218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >8</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lured to the<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">Catwoman's</span> lair,<br />they were trapped<br />between spikes!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">The blips led them to the fur warehouse. Blasting their way in with the Bat-Beam, they heard a door click shut behind them. <span style="font-style: italic;">Trapped!</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">Catwoman's</span> voice came from a hidden speaker: "Good evening, Batman and Robin. I have a wonderful night planned!" Things happened fast ...<br /><br />Sharp spikes popped out of the walls ... the walls moved toward them! "Holy ice picks!" said Robin. But Batman felt of the spikes - they bent. Rubber! "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">Haha</span>!" laughed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">Catwoman</span>.<br /><br />A panel opened; a hand threw in a bomb. POP! It gave off smoke, but didn't explode. A little flag popped out, bearing the word MEOW!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4O5hsa7Ei3Vkq4uQ9D3s4blHnaqjvMVE1NyN7UHOW_ynWVjoGksUUokFHB1ZRnvpEN8d_uQ52G481A4mZYGG08MwVQd2eqzY4cNBrBXOq7SRcXOUhGHEPognyqA45-W73QqNXhCJMXiA/s1600/Bklet+8-1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4O5hsa7Ei3Vkq4uQ9D3s4blHnaqjvMVE1NyN7UHOW_ynWVjoGksUUokFHB1ZRnvpEN8d_uQ52G481A4mZYGG08MwVQd2eqzY4cNBrBXOq7SRcXOUhGHEPognyqA45-W73QqNXhCJMXiA/s320/Bklet+8-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462598553150878770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>"You have to admit <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> was funny, Batman," she said. "Now, wave bye bye to Robin."<br /><br />A clear plastic t<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">ube</span> came down over the Boy Wonder and he was sucked up, WHOOSH, out of sight.<br /><br />"You feline devil!" said Batman.<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhANOCh1PAc2cvjq1GCJQKrEGkOWMpBYau8i8VsFT3Px09L_RXjZLgHRaxRK0mLAGQtYBhA4-M-ihQXqfbCnyuSLTYvoOz_AEQqCguSGm25HL2e87H69HzdRo-uqhpdcpaQ8zB-cMg6zKz-/s1600/Bklt+8-2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhANOCh1PAc2cvjq1GCJQKrEGkOWMpBYau8i8VsFT3Px09L_RXjZLgHRaxRK0mLAGQtYBhA4-M-ihQXqfbCnyuSLTYvoOz_AEQqCguSGm25HL2e87H69HzdRo-uqhpdcpaQ8zB-cMg6zKz-/s320/Bklt+8-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462598559071926770" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvnSIW_sEzx3rhHwwAh3ItFALkg0olWtMOyyHh2OZcncNd12EmrjKF1vN2AVilhQwgkn1evDi-bhVthw7YA2VfEr80SD57pGmv3umohQW1eVMkq-PMp2BHRFH0NRWv-Bs2bXtgkBLTJvyw/s1600/Batman+2-9.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvnSIW_sEzx3rhHwwAh3ItFALkg0olWtMOyyHh2OZcncNd12EmrjKF1vN2AVilhQwgkn1evDi-bhVthw7YA2VfEr80SD57pGmv3umohQW1eVMkq-PMp2BHRFH0NRWv-Bs2bXtgkBLTJvyw/s320/Batman+2-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462598538725219010" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >9</span><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Choose a door<br />Batman,"<br />she said. "I'm<br />behind one ...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">She spoke again into the microphone, "Batman, are you a betting person? "I never gamble," he said stiffly.<br /><br />"This time you'll have to. In front of you are two doors. I'll stand behind one of them. Behind the other is a ferocious tiger. Which door, Batman - the lady or the tiger?"<br /><br />He hesitated ... reaching for the door at the right ...<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoAp4LCAgcM25neLVE9ckCZVuG5kKKkR5Z_r6ZCqTpwFE86k4cd7WzvThVyg5k83sjoDWKAWQ73X5eI60BRQ2WxyYRJtVyGbWUkDqGDrHpREgdvZIgOKE_dQvj1fTGqTqUIS1jxLlYWzXq/s1600/Batman+2-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoAp4LCAgcM25neLVE9ckCZVuG5kKKkR5Z_r6ZCqTpwFE86k4cd7WzvThVyg5k83sjoDWKAWQ73X5eI60BRQ2WxyYRJtVyGbWUkDqGDrHpREgdvZIgOKE_dQvj1fTGqTqUIS1jxLlYWzXq/s320/Batman+2-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462598528212330898" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >10</span><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"... behind the<br />other is a tiger!"<br />Batman chose<br />wrong!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;">The door swung open, and ... catastrophe! A tremendous tiger sprang out at the Gotham City Crimebuster!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">WRONG CHOICE, BATMAN!<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Will Batman ever see Robin alive again?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Will Robin ever see Batman alive again?</span><br />Will our Daring Duo escape the claws of the wily Catwoman?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Tune In for the thrilling conclusion<br />Same Bat-Time,<br />Same Bat-Channel!</span><br /></div></div></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JIdsavgkgvE&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JIdsavgkgvE&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986915677730559091.post-28473537775494828132010-04-12T15:46:00.019-04:002010-05-23T21:52:19.418-04:00Aquaman "The Menace of the Land-Sea Beasts"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEietmAfW6OQjsBGn5qoPpuRLDd0liBGbIwqRcZxd38nkHARJCRcyxSiUZdNQfyKgatjm_lEZI6OvJ9SpDle-bkd-tHLITTmH2ChxKxrhiYX55PFcFmWee28CVHi7NKzyvfF1sy6IVz9C9Bb/s1600/Gift+Pak.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEietmAfW6OQjsBGn5qoPpuRLDd0liBGbIwqRcZxd38nkHARJCRcyxSiUZdNQfyKgatjm_lEZI6OvJ9SpDle-bkd-tHLITTmH2ChxKxrhiYX55PFcFmWee28CVHi7NKzyvfF1sy6IVz9C9Bb/s200/Gift+Pak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460363142145431586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Aquaman "The Menace of the Land-Sea Beasts"</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Reel No. RP1167<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">1966</span></div><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Who needs huge muscle-bound flying men and crime-fighters with big toys when you can have a ruling King with wavy blonde hair and a swimmer's build?</span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />Sadly this reel was released as one in a collection of comic hero reels and didn't included its own paperwork. In this case it was</span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" > packaged as part of a Good Guys Gift Pak including an individual reel of Wonder Woman in "Peril Over New York" and set of Captain Marvel marketed as Shazam! in "The Return of Black Adam" among others. All of which I plan to share in the near future.<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >But quite frankly Aquaman is a favorite and because he rules I wanted to share this reel first.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >And as a bonus these very scans have FINALLY gotten me my F.O.A.M. certificate from Rob Kelly's awesome <a href="http://www.aquamanshrine.com/">Aquaman Shrine</a>.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgnJ9U84DcIek77SOI7PYLmSMCP3m0onIMx3Jvavc1m1_Z2ugOdAfJhfC6ORhp9u0TrPX3wpm-0Qryqvj5nf116zWinlBahUfDGPuBJQK79r2ZlNZJfXJBHvaFbbw6DIOYlB3gsdAerlK/s1600/foam.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgnJ9U84DcIek77SOI7PYLmSMCP3m0onIMx3Jvavc1m1_Z2ugOdAfJhfC6ORhp9u0TrPX3wpm-0Qryqvj5nf116zWinlBahUfDGPuBJQK79r2ZlNZJfXJBHvaFbbw6DIOYlB3gsdAerlK/s200/foam.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459697340644396946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >From my research I believe that this Aquaman reel was never part of its own reel and sleeve set. There was a point when Gaf started to reissue 3 reel collections to help get rid of back stock and then later started issuing 7 reel collections in round white reel container in their canister sets. Eventually producing new reel for these collections. It look like Aquaman was part of this later group.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br />So, with no more delay, here is Aquaman, the eye-candy of the DC Universe, in "The Menace of the Land-Sea Beasts"</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZmWBG3zvFnv6doZyWFnaIJp9rZjwRLfo-g-7LnbJmtsV9snddXWv7Ut8lK2dhpBCyx0VGbg0PCzHmhD0TL6vzEgJUYsKr2zOfJJpedHIubuQMjJ3VfKTQNbmD1tcl9IwScbcW-OrfDgO2/s1600/Aquaman_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZmWBG3zvFnv6doZyWFnaIJp9rZjwRLfo-g-7LnbJmtsV9snddXWv7Ut8lK2dhpBCyx0VGbg0PCzHmhD0TL6vzEgJUYsKr2zOfJJpedHIubuQMjJ3VfKTQNbmD1tcl9IwScbcW-OrfDgO2/s320/Aquaman_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459660882529825378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >1</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"Dr. Beard's<br />atomic ray gun<br />changes animals,<br />Aqualad."<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVTU4ryHsXIqMZcu3-FCKkBgqhHH8Q7CGs3keHPofgrJy3jw0OASOjLJyoWLg-LSCWqqAq2H5HFGQ3ROHuu4YAAcpCFjITKyQM0dw8C5hAQcte9yFJmWocpGlKKMAFC48gs3BmXKuiYQtb/s1600/Aquaman_2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVTU4ryHsXIqMZcu3-FCKkBgqhHH8Q7CGs3keHPofgrJy3jw0OASOjLJyoWLg-LSCWqqAq2H5HFGQ3ROHuu4YAAcpCFjITKyQM0dw8C5hAQcte9yFJmWocpGlKKMAFC48gs3BmXKuiYQtb/s320/Aquaman_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459660875806984530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >2</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">But the ray<br />"leaked" to the<br />coast of<br />Africa...<br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLV7Fl22IXAv_S603mni-z-SggBWDiYiYNeldSI3ThdM3tNyisN4RaZDiQQe_M7g-i4S64YKxyMLG4XTnFfj8vuDSMavQCTSdu45p6elt2005jbrjSvXUW_j8J9BUGXLkNkZc0qQCvOOmv/s1600/Aquaman_3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLV7Fl22IXAv_S603mni-z-SggBWDiYiYNeldSI3ThdM3tNyisN4RaZDiQQe_M7g-i4S64YKxyMLG4XTnFfj8vuDSMavQCTSdu45p6elt2005jbrjSvXUW_j8J9BUGXLkNkZc0qQCvOOmv/s320/Aquaman_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459660674403428994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >3</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">... and changed<br />land animals<br />into savage<br />sea creatures!<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyRTFtxljbugGSpmXVKs-k_3IKvX0hToO-qb4ZhQM9u30QeVjf3pHylygAf0J2IAQhjnZsqXFAiRhyEECdMeM2gkm-BgeHuPl4XwwEt7eVEbngWAS-4PGireTWQ4oKaHReH4CZF-FtlV4/s1600/Aquaman_4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyRTFtxljbugGSpmXVKs-k_3IKvX0hToO-qb4ZhQM9u30QeVjf3pHylygAf0J2IAQhjnZsqXFAiRhyEECdMeM2gkm-BgeHuPl4XwwEt7eVEbngWAS-4PGireTWQ4oKaHReH4CZF-FtlV4/s320/Aquaman_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459660658760442162" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >4</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">"They attacked<br />Dr. Beard's<br />diving bell!"<br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTW2e8Yvd5Y0WVrJ4WoamW1lcUkKXO50OSuI0F0WH9epf43oO0vgEMcQc2PT_B-u1UJL5GxG4818Prp_gk0BAbtW-LuHRotMfs2CH9RlQRinuYY3sR_CGZg5Lobt5XJqC4KxQKkDZSZTIj/s1600/Aquaman_5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTW2e8Yvd5Y0WVrJ4WoamW1lcUkKXO50OSuI0F0WH9epf43oO0vgEMcQc2PT_B-u1UJL5GxG4818Prp_gk0BAbtW-LuHRotMfs2CH9RlQRinuYY3sR_CGZg5Lobt5XJqC4KxQKkDZSZTIj/s320/Aquaman_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459660650805051074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >5</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">Aqualad seized<br />Dr. Beard's<br />ray gun. He<br />reversed ...<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSez-Bak1HjrQQv1woMcqHecqS6Y-vsi-qq3yWNRPedug9nLlxoSVd6U5xhE4YDDXy0FJMsY6BxJKKuUdRcy_QiTXWgUk2z6jFl52XSrXVDrfN2FnrPxUJ4aU9lDjxMSbeX41CwBykzuNi/s1600/Aquaman_6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSez-Bak1HjrQQv1woMcqHecqS6Y-vsi-qq3yWNRPedug9nLlxoSVd6U5xhE4YDDXy0FJMsY6BxJKKuUdRcy_QiTXWgUk2z6jFl52XSrXVDrfN2FnrPxUJ4aU9lDjxMSbeX41CwBykzuNi/s320/Aquaman_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459660647201906482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >6</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">... the switch,<br />and the beasts<br />returned to<br />normal!<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZPZBB_2EwJvUC5sbXU4Dz62rIKeFtWr9471S1TqcJ_q24QUcRx0h6UQIx4IkoCj7az4kzSw_mXIr9MAAY71djJdlE4Z9hViyT6nXAWJCDTLGYJV1A-qhhUNriiR9ZqEpI6GnC7TnmrOLL/s1600/Aquaman_7.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZPZBB_2EwJvUC5sbXU4Dz62rIKeFtWr9471S1TqcJ_q24QUcRx0h6UQIx4IkoCj7az4kzSw_mXIr9MAAY71djJdlE4Z9hViyT6nXAWJCDTLGYJV1A-qhhUNriiR9ZqEpI6GnC7TnmrOLL/s320/Aquaman_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459660639797611218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >7</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">"Thanks!" said<br />Dr. Beard. "My<br />invention worked<br />too well!"</span></div>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986915677730559091.post-26511025691729109072010-04-06T23:45:00.020-04:002010-04-07T21:06:00.702-04:00Dark Shadows - 1968<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI3UeIH0HCYXf4mUxp-lU-RM-0t_SMY-Dz8BTpbGf55tpA3au8oIUPyLX2bK7xIbqO2IX2jnKAFWykXuIo0La81jGNlJl08rtav1-CMAghKrztwdUdmOKhoZUr2og-c6bj_Xq1OgtolmUd/s1600/Dark+Shadows+Envelope.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI3UeIH0HCYXf4mUxp-lU-RM-0t_SMY-Dz8BTpbGf55tpA3au8oIUPyLX2bK7xIbqO2IX2jnKAFWykXuIo0La81jGNlJl08rtav1-CMAghKrztwdUdmOKhoZUr2og-c6bj_Xq1OgtolmUd/s200/Dark+Shadows+Envelope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457238595889728306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Dark Shadows</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Packet No. B5031<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">1968<br /></span></div><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >I love Dark Shadows. Everything about it. The erratic storylines, the so-so acting, the limited budget. For me, all these things just add to its appeal. So when I finally manged to obtain the holy grail of View-Master sets I was thrilled.<br /><br />And I am guessing that Gaf didn't really expect anyone BUT the Dark Shadows fan base to invest in this set of reels because the story line they chose is a relatively complex one. And to try and sum it up with 21 images and a 16 page booklet, no matter how wordy, is a pretty big task.<br /><br />But, while I'm not sure they pulled it off, being familiar with this particular story, it is hard not to enjoy this classic show in View-Master form.</span><br /><br /><div face="lucida grande" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLckbNkO6Z2pBSjqV2dJiwmED6hhcVbfDZc_TPlBZ57jHwcurUvjzbnlHTA1WPRh-kHNlh8o2zDIDUubBEkwS3juT9Exc2CFBr7Nd4jW9szHYx8DsMVJq46WNgM3XP5crrmpM3Sce1y6B/s1600/DS+Booklet+1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLckbNkO6Z2pBSjqV2dJiwmED6hhcVbfDZc_TPlBZ57jHwcurUvjzbnlHTA1WPRh-kHNlh8o2zDIDUubBEkwS3juT9Exc2CFBr7Nd4jW9szHYx8DsMVJq46WNgM3XP5crrmpM3Sce1y6B/s320/DS+Booklet+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457198596784811298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >DARK SHADOWS<br /><br /></span></div><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" > Dark were the shifting shadows that waxed and waned among the turrets and gables of the great house of Collinwood. Darker still were the shadows that deepened over the souls of those who dwelt within - shadows of fear and evil and despair ... It was fear, and a desperate necessity, that drove Barnabas Collins to leave the house in the dead of night to make his way to a lovely dwelling by the sea. Asleep in the house was Eve, a strange being who he must destroy. Adam, her hapless mate within whose man-made body pulsed the life-force of Barnabas himself. He didn't know that behind</span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" > this reasoning was Angelique, who wanted Eve killed to thwart the warlock Nicholas, who had great and terrible plans for Eve and Adam.<br /><br />As the curtains lifts we see Barnabas stealthily approach Eve's bed, the lethal hypodermic in his </span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >hand. Overcoming his revulsion, he steels himself, flings back the cover ...</span><br /><br /><div face="lucida grande" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7yC9kfP6AwALmWIvH8v4ibLpuo1S-8M2ebeh-BQnZBhdyhzl7t4xgWVEsQnnc2uJgxCyx2pU0ZTQyADUBwhpNM4BXGAupJbZs3SEO4k3gMpZDd-7gGEcsOduaaylTUHLFxxkIJALmbHEF/s1600/DS+Booklet+2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7yC9kfP6AwALmWIvH8v4ibLpuo1S-8M2ebeh-BQnZBhdyhzl7t4xgWVEsQnnc2uJgxCyx2pU0ZTQyADUBwhpNM4BXGAupJbZs3SEO4k3gMpZDd-7gGEcsOduaaylTUHLFxxkIJALmbHEF/s320/DS+Booklet+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457198594717405986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div face="lucida grande" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ep2FsskHupejoHAySK1OYvovShhMLR3QcGFWPHr7Y8GuPhjQOeMWE7Ezd4DGNwQ-jwDe7YuVOKyXg2_uprPVtCgSw5_MIGp_zgMtZotoJnwdG-VGfmSlEKOH5pZuFg_TUgNTT2E-ylwR/s1600/DS+1-1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ep2FsskHupejoHAySK1OYvovShhMLR3QcGFWPHr7Y8GuPhjQOeMWE7Ezd4DGNwQ-jwDe7YuVOKyXg2_uprPVtCgSw5_MIGp_zgMtZotoJnwdG-VGfmSlEKOH5pZuFg_TUgNTT2E-ylwR/s320/DS+1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457198589172367794" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >1</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Barnabas fell into<br />trap set by<br />Angelique to<br />kill Eve.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >An exclamation of dismay escaped Barnabas' lips. The form beneath the covers was not Eve at all but an artful dummy. He had been lured into a trap! But who ... how ...?<br /><br />From the darkness came a low, mocking laugh and he whirled, stared incredulously. "You!" he burst </span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >out, his voice hoarse with sudden terror. "But I thought you - I thought Nicholas ..."<br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Again came the laugh. "You thought Nicholas had destroyed me - Angelique, your old lover. Well, he didn't. At the last he let me live. He tried to recoil but the heavy bed stopped him. "And now, <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span> is what I am!" The lovely lips parted in a smile and Barnabas froze in horror. In her mouth were not ordinary teeth - but fangs.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">As the hypodermic clattered to the floor from his nerveless fingers, she lunged, clasped him in her arms and he felt those wicked fangs pierce the flesh of his neck.</span><br /></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFs9CHYf8nb09AiJNQuahZ9qs-nb601zWOW8XskNRHng9vGdZs4nUBYlBDsdm4i9UNP4elHOSs2GTv4wx6_Q-xiCgGO8AEBZyOfY1VAdqGK9zIe_jhvMG8XQTeWIju3JfVdQs7tYdolCEe/s1600/DS+1-2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFs9CHYf8nb09AiJNQuahZ9qs-nb601zWOW8XskNRHng9vGdZs4nUBYlBDsdm4i9UNP4elHOSs2GTv4wx6_Q-xiCgGO8AEBZyOfY1VAdqGK9zIe_jhvMG8XQTeWIju3JfVdQs7tYdolCEe/s320/DS+1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457198580847985858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >2</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Your will is<br />now my will," the<br />mesmeric woman</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">whispered.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">His strength ebbed, he staggered to a chair. She knelt beside him, her hypnotic eyes fixing him. "Now you are mine forever.." she whispered. "You can never escape me. Your will is now my will!"</span><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOEsbzkx7TNMRGjJFpPfgC_OCi__FbKZDyl0GCDYqqyvI-SZobmt1are8b8Q4ZR8vc8h_iTnNYZzDWjpkOgUAu78qIhi4X-Frvr-Bz_AY4rURJgCb7kYwUDnQhkjmYXJa0Y29F0O5gEOF/s1600/DS+1-3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOEsbzkx7TNMRGjJFpPfgC_OCi__FbKZDyl0GCDYqqyvI-SZobmt1are8b8Q4ZR8vc8h_iTnNYZzDWjpkOgUAu78qIhi4X-Frvr-Bz_AY4rURJgCb7kYwUDnQhkjmYXJa0Y29F0O5gEOF/s320/DS+1-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457198579617385266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >3</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Eve - no one was<br />there," Barnabas<br />lied to Julia<br />and Stokes.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Every step a monumental labor, so weak had he grown, Barnabas dragged himself back to the great </span><span style="font-size:100%;">house. Awaiting him were Dr. Julia Hoffman, who had created Adam by a series of transplants as part of Nicholas' great experiment. With her was Prof. Stokes. All Barnabas could tell them were the</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> lies Angelique willed him to voice.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"I didn't - do away with Eve." he panted. "She wasn't there. Nobody was there - I searched the house - no one."<br /></span></span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsAPbsLaRpyvpfs8FJu8AezLg88EUd2RrD50gKE3hH4aJmhhFzwk12vjlqDXZWU6yxMFrlTC4qPZJcCkvbkQCLPQLAXLhHJutiUq4hm1mCqO-1ySx8RAMTAZeQ0_blZ1r7bISPGK7I8AXl/s1600/DS+1-4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsAPbsLaRpyvpfs8FJu8AezLg88EUd2RrD50gKE3hH4aJmhhFzwk12vjlqDXZWU6yxMFrlTC4qPZJcCkvbkQCLPQLAXLhHJutiUq4hm1mCqO-1ySx8RAMTAZeQ0_blZ1r7bISPGK7I8AXl/s320/DS+1-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457198296372008338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >4</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Adam suffered<br />identical fang<br />marks as<br />Barnabas did.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">But Adam was there in the house by the sea and he had that moment awakened to the tough of his master, Nicholas Blair, who had sold his soul to Balberith, a Prince of Darkness. He exclaimed as his eye caught fresh fang marks on Adman's neck, identical with those on Barnabas'. Also, Adam was strangely weak, just as Barnabas was, and tormented by fear. His voice was a whisper. "Nicholas - something horrible has happened, hasn't it - something to do with - with Angelique?"<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />The handsome but sinister face of Nicholas was grim as he got to his feet. "It has," he told the </span><span style="font-size:100%;">frightened Adam. "But it won't happen again, I promise you. Go back to sleep; I'm going now to have a word with - with a certain woman, and take care of the matter."</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpWS5inzE3QLsKEEeVOyK0wJvRIGfTUKUTQwWlLqj9t_Rwobyp4CtvJ5pEOSzGkguVHo59z5QR2MZwc7JT5x40yMm571jCnt04P-9Linxq0qCf_CFce5uFTE8cauB8N1Ps4t8hC3NyDAo/s1600/DS+1-5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpWS5inzE3QLsKEEeVOyK0wJvRIGfTUKUTQwWlLqj9t_Rwobyp4CtvJ5pEOSzGkguVHo59z5QR2MZwc7JT5x40yMm571jCnt04P-9Linxq0qCf_CFce5uFTE8cauB8N1Ps4t8hC3NyDAo/s320/DS+1-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457198287442040466" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >5</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nicholas sternly<br />told Angelique<br />to stop seeing<br />Barnabas.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Confronting Angelique, Nicholas told her bluntly, "You will have to stop seeing Barnabas - at once!"<br /><br />"Stop seeing him!" she retorted. "But I need him! You know that."<br /><br />"Of course I know it. But I also know - and so will you if you try to recall - what Eric Lang's tape recorder message was." Her face told him that she remembered. "Well, what he said was true. Just now I found fang marks on Adam - because of what you did to Barnabas. I forbid you to hurt Adam again, so you must find another to meet your - your needs. When nightfall comes again, summon Joe Haskell -</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > not</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Barnabas."<br /><br />She sneered. "So you can have Joe's precious Maggie Evans for yourself. You -" He glared her to silence.</span><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy4Tjb4Ajz9ZzyjqjpDd_VIgNmUZLzqoPb9xG8Epp24gQxZUkyijZFWR6ZKoDrggPpiWA_D-EdfS7-CxzjHJbdBAKV2tyM-oQWkRxRXBZomXm0m8-GxRA-ojil2rPr8d57z9m5cXNrnrN9/s1600/DS+Booklet+3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 105px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy4Tjb4Ajz9ZzyjqjpDd_VIgNmUZLzqoPb9xG8Epp24gQxZUkyijZFWR6ZKoDrggPpiWA_D-EdfS7-CxzjHJbdBAKV2tyM-oQWkRxRXBZomXm0m8-GxRA-ojil2rPr8d57z9m5cXNrnrN9/s320/DS+Booklet+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457198279414341826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEdr2tOBQJ1G8bVGUqSq2vnr-fzZdqtlIjctqT6U1-MxZt7V9SpzBjoho2K1HQVqPJ9f0m-VXIjV9makbVSRwaGm0gHc4Zc4jGD2faH5OXPDD9t_UFcxsUNKKZCt1cplvgTW-4QeSvcI3r/s1600/DS+1-6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEdr2tOBQJ1G8bVGUqSq2vnr-fzZdqtlIjctqT6U1-MxZt7V9SpzBjoho2K1HQVqPJ9f0m-VXIjV9makbVSRwaGm0gHc4Zc4jGD2faH5OXPDD9t_UFcxsUNKKZCt1cplvgTW-4QeSvcI3r/s320/DS+1-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457198271624482834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >6</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Under Angelique's<br />spell, Joe left<br />Maggie to see<br />Angelique.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">That evening. Maggie found Joe at the Blue Whale drinking despondently. They tried to talk, but the evil shadow of Angelique was between them; and as night drew near, Joe left the tavern and went to her against his will. But, filled with her unholy craving for Barnabas, Angelique rejected Joe, taunting him with the mirrored scene of Maggie in the arms of Nicholas. Maddened, he seized a letter opener, plunged it into his chest and fell lifeless to the floor.<br /><br />The merciless Angelique thought only of getting rid of the body. She needed help. "Barnabas!" she whispered, knowing he must come in spite of himself.</span><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi6Lz18KAw_pRlLV926WhbTui2Hcp94ZOaXDJwpoQG0JARCfstwLu8jL_mQ_pE8X0C-gNRu3TALXuSChSjuLcGbqSjQERTgWcxq1OetEHbkrvmMTzSNR-SGxOwcUF0Z_Vn7O078NwtfYnv/s1600/DS+Booklet+4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi6Lz18KAw_pRlLV926WhbTui2Hcp94ZOaXDJwpoQG0JARCfstwLu8jL_mQ_pE8X0C-gNRu3TALXuSChSjuLcGbqSjQERTgWcxq1OetEHbkrvmMTzSNR-SGxOwcUF0Z_Vn7O078NwtfYnv/s320/DS+Booklet+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457198263143359474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhKmly1LXCln33rED8LIVo78Qrpzzx8agR6aM6J57xAd9Oj0RV4w2yBapLKk8wNhrDejZ9mIT1Zb41eizDiYCpRLOmDRc1sfs1Q10HU144PXrLvyP6O9ZekECdhtMrlO-8tQdO7lBUVAr/s1600/DS+Booklet+5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhKmly1LXCln33rED8LIVo78Qrpzzx8agR6aM6J57xAd9Oj0RV4w2yBapLKk8wNhrDejZ9mIT1Zb41eizDiYCpRLOmDRc1sfs1Q10HU144PXrLvyP6O9ZekECdhtMrlO-8tQdO7lBUVAr/s320/DS+Booklet+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457197972793611714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOt-phDJsIEdWSIP-VkOore7FhDJeDscV6vggASUeQQBCZZKidlRj1QuQH11GXfw68gP0APYY1fJRhVe3zN1wpU9SlSRZMS9p79xGbhSDl3_oKK0iSFNzUc76mIV9TXcGe89pZhXq4jg0/s1600/DS+1-7.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOt-phDJsIEdWSIP-VkOore7FhDJeDscV6vggASUeQQBCZZKidlRj1QuQH11GXfw68gP0APYY1fJRhVe3zN1wpU9SlSRZMS9p79xGbhSDl3_oKK0iSFNzUc76mIV9TXcGe89pZhXq4jg0/s320/DS+1-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457197968560027058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >7</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Barnabas found<br />Joe, stabbed, and<br />showing fang<br />marks, too.<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Impelled to answer Angelique's summons, Barnabas arrived to find her in a strange state of excitement, and on the floor, the lifeless body of Joe Haskell, who had been his rival for the frightening affections of the woman in white. "Take him away!" she commanded hysterically.<br /><br />Obeying, he caught sight of something that turned his blood to icewater. There on the dead man's neck were fresh marks like those on his own. Was it possible? With Joe already dead, had Angelique ... ? His legs weak with the horror of it, it was all he could do to stagger out of the house with Joe in his arms.</span></div><br /></div><div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJWaZ7x2tk2UVMdE-T7-8mWLsqKHgLRO0-i2EpgzDDgSWCSEQt9VCbJtEOUn7NQlVYexsdvtK0cpO508nLj_LayMX0jQVg3PYZP8q0qUY52tIr5h2tScWsvhJ4g4aGJQT2u-At8ov43SIv/s1600/DS+2-8.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJWaZ7x2tk2UVMdE-T7-8mWLsqKHgLRO0-i2EpgzDDgSWCSEQt9VCbJtEOUn7NQlVYexsdvtK0cpO508nLj_LayMX0jQVg3PYZP8q0qUY52tIr5h2tScWsvhJ4g4aGJQT2u-At8ov43SIv/s320/DS+2-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457197964038283762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >8</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Eve encountered<br />reincarnation of<br />dead lover -</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Peter Bradford.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">As fate would have it, the next evening was the time that mystery woman, Eve, chose to leave Adam's room for the first time, in defiance of Nicholas' orders, and on the terrace to encounter Jeff Clark.<br /><br />Recognition dawned slowly then ecstatically. "Peter!" she cried out, "Peter Bradford!"<br /><br />Bewildered, he denied the name, but she insisted. "But you </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >are</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Peter! </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >My</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Peter Bradford - but - but I saw you die! Long - long ago -" A sob broke from her and she ran from the terrace.</span><br /></div><br /></div><div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71J_qSh8YXK-xHkn86Qce3qs49Ru50IDPF4tV9JeSm4C6MWUoAWy9e3-FxE4CVOCPWoz2TPVWKSaxxCssih8gZJ4q9mSGpcBkgLgW9biysU32W6iVtTb7z-QxZaZsPsumPqHs0rD6-mAW/s1600/DS+2-9.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71J_qSh8YXK-xHkn86Qce3qs49Ru50IDPF4tV9JeSm4C6MWUoAWy9e3-FxE4CVOCPWoz2TPVWKSaxxCssih8gZJ4q9mSGpcBkgLgW9biysU32W6iVtTb7z-QxZaZsPsumPqHs0rD6-mAW/s320/DS+2-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457197957885055058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >9</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nicholas sent<br />Eve on journey<br />into the past</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">with lover.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Bewildered, Eve fled back to Adam's room only to find Nicholas awaiting her, demanding to know whom she had seen that disturbed her. Her answer was confusing, but it told him enough to know that Jeff Clark was involved. Needing to know more, he mesmerized her to send her back to her </span><span style="font-size:100%;">previous life nearly 200 years before.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />"Fix your eyes on the candle," he commanded, "and concentrate". You are moving back through the </span><span style="font-size:100%;">years - back -"<br /><br />First Eve went limp, then she stiffened and cried out, "Peter! I did it for <span style="font-style: italic;">us</span>! For you and me I killed Philip - because he would have killed you! I swear he would! Peter - don't look at me that way - don't condemn me - I tell you I <span style="font-style: italic;">had</span> to do it! Peter -"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7yB06RYhEx-7fEHMIyk7C0WMVZwSj0XdUblXkkuW9IVxbHHyP_p0BG52BpV0DaRiMhWJZQS91-0p3wurcqwTrFBjwxcIFtghej6wyVtOqhm48SinSZwkMoMhYPu5i8EqLnZjUJY4DeELV/s1600/DS+Booklet+6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7yB06RYhEx-7fEHMIyk7C0WMVZwSj0XdUblXkkuW9IVxbHHyP_p0BG52BpV0DaRiMhWJZQS91-0p3wurcqwTrFBjwxcIFtghej6wyVtOqhm48SinSZwkMoMhYPu5i8EqLnZjUJY4DeELV/s320/DS+Booklet+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457197953828824114" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIFvhJoQq7OVTK5_-4PpubtGxzop_w4T8FkPxgs0jQxjBK32nEo4Yy_12mb6cx4NH5_vJ6w8_qh9p4GtxAKFa-fsrpgo4HIsyIR8GtAvVum9IowhSj75T5AtV7Y43ySArwor4URJopG7b/s1600/DS+Booklet+7.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIFvhJoQq7OVTK5_-4PpubtGxzop_w4T8FkPxgs0jQxjBK32nEo4Yy_12mb6cx4NH5_vJ6w8_qh9p4GtxAKFa-fsrpgo4HIsyIR8GtAvVum9IowhSj75T5AtV7Y43ySArwor4URJopG7b/s320/DS+Booklet+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457197596386631090" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIydbznpft50Rv4RqbFgwndjwDkpdqyycvWwUhpWeugNyzl91t7-fCsxu7v7q7vzoM2PU11_B2gD2w33sR2qPvpKUV2GvlhP43knaQJuNOZCxLc2I0G9iQLqStHw57Qi0IG7zBlcXVXSzR/s1600/DS+Booklet+8.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIydbznpft50Rv4RqbFgwndjwDkpdqyycvWwUhpWeugNyzl91t7-fCsxu7v7q7vzoM2PU11_B2gD2w33sR2qPvpKUV2GvlhP43knaQJuNOZCxLc2I0G9iQLqStHw57Qi0IG7zBlcXVXSzR/s320/DS+Booklet+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457197591722705746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >The workings of implacable fate lay behind Eve's confrontation with Jeff on the terrace. In the Collnsport of Colonial days grim tragedy parted these star-crossed lovers at the very foot of the hangman's scaffold. Jeff, whose name in that earlier incarnation had been Peter Bradford, saved Eve's life by confessing to a murder that she, not he, had committed.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></div><div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Condemned to die on the scaffold, Peter heroically rejected Eve's pleas to save himself by surrendering his soul to the powers of witchcraft which she herself had embraced long ago. Thus an innocent man died in ignorance of the fact that Eve's powers would work on him even in death and that the two of them would meet again after long centuries had passed.</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4c_vYp5JUX9zcigNzO_QH76Wjgz43kj-QT8DqyhowAysKpeBnUnddPRbQj7gghbcwS9zFhL6k_vE9_VbZyspCLXwkbX3nSDoBMbLY_efLskkoqXYT3CUs2CFmd26HyUnKbxizQmzwgQr4/s1600/DS+2-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4c_vYp5JUX9zcigNzO_QH76Wjgz43kj-QT8DqyhowAysKpeBnUnddPRbQj7gghbcwS9zFhL6k_vE9_VbZyspCLXwkbX3nSDoBMbLY_efLskkoqXYT3CUs2CFmd26HyUnKbxizQmzwgQr4/s320/DS+2-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457214147991025586" border="0" /></a></div><div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >10</span><br /></div><div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Still mesmerized<br />into the past, Eve<br />was rejected<br />by Peter.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Such was the force of Nicholas' mesmeric power, that, for a time, Eve lost all awareness of the present, and returned completely to her previous existence in colonial Collinsport, near the end of the 18th Century. Reliving her tragic confrontation with Peter Bradford, she cried out again and again under the merciless lash of his anger at her slaying of Philip, who had tried to come between </span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >them. In the end Peter had rejected her utterly with the cruel words: "Get out of my life and never return!"<br /><br />But now Peter himself had returned! Watching her with fascinated eyes Nicholas saw her suddenly snap out of the trance, tears streaming from her eyes, murmuring "The man I saw tonight<span style="font-style: italic;"> is</span> Peter Bradford -and I love him!"</span><br /><div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0KuueYRH6mpQV-LxSLEraezhtJnxv2ajvboA-1m4NS-vw4JhPb550o3_hCBVDSJ_JLON1qWOUJWUo1ZlgDm4C2PAWZ3goYVmjVpP3UvUWX12fRHN6nYRMFzqzGFNlmQB3GpwpJehPwRU/s1600/DS+2-11.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0KuueYRH6mpQV-LxSLEraezhtJnxv2ajvboA-1m4NS-vw4JhPb550o3_hCBVDSJ_JLON1qWOUJWUo1ZlgDm4C2PAWZ3goYVmjVpP3UvUWX12fRHN6nYRMFzqzGFNlmQB3GpwpJehPwRU/s320/DS+2-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457197583383731426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >11</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Buried alive"<br />fear ruled life<br />of Victoria at<br />Blair House.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">While Eve's retreat to the past was going on a Blair House, fear permeated one of the rooms at Collinwood like a tangible thing. Victoria Winters, trying to tell Elizabeth Stoddard about her plans for marriage with Jeff, found that older woman returning again to the dread conviction that had been growing on her for some time - that her fate was to be buried alive.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Vicki's efforts to make light of this obsession met with no success. "It's no use talking," Elizabeth insisted. "I can hear the spirits of the dead. They say I will be among them, but - but I will not be dead!"<br /></span></span></div><br /></div><div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJv60hTI0noLibddxYqvIEnRGEX4n8w9BfU_jiPDh-4U-ekmeVfSozcAEFSDY1B3_kXEkYvnFSxiI9StL2AAlarenP0z_jKV3d7flyfl5zEjNnbQXn5ieJmXUWJCRIW5AghL08Zbt-EpRi/s1600/DS+2-12.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJv60hTI0noLibddxYqvIEnRGEX4n8w9BfU_jiPDh-4U-ekmeVfSozcAEFSDY1B3_kXEkYvnFSxiI9StL2AAlarenP0z_jKV3d7flyfl5zEjNnbQXn5ieJmXUWJCRIW5AghL08Zbt-EpRi/s320/DS+2-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457197576715407570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >12</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Angelique tried<br />to make Barnabas<br />finish killing<br />Joe Haskell.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">In another room of the great house, time was running out for Joe Haskell who hadn't quite succeeded in killing himself. Poison, however, had been poured into his medicine by Harry Johnson, and now Barnabas, moving like a sleepwalker at Angelique's command, was about to feed the concoction to the helpless man. He was aware that he was about to commit a murderous act but was unable to stop himself.<br /><br />At the ultimate moment chance intervened. Julia Hoffman, seeking the professor, burst into the room barely in time to knock the spoon from Barnabas' hand.</span><br /></div><br /></div><div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuexk4UcwKwPi74UPDAhY9LfRSvWAO6PHI_WufUIWNATd3lSlTGG6NLgoQLZxphE79ufnpwwJv9z4NqakSCzG-_DZslrinmEw328VDKeJD_HAJSw53dP8SxNKozjCSikkW-6WsSYuGDj4S/s1600/DS+2-13.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuexk4UcwKwPi74UPDAhY9LfRSvWAO6PHI_WufUIWNATd3lSlTGG6NLgoQLZxphE79ufnpwwJv9z4NqakSCzG-_DZslrinmEw328VDKeJD_HAJSw53dP8SxNKozjCSikkW-6WsSYuGDj4S/s320/DS+2-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457197568791638274" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >13</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mrs. Johnson<br />saved Barnabas<br />from Joe's rage<br />to kill.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Joe emerged at last, from his death-like sleep just in time to hear Julia say the medicine was poisoned, and that Barnabas had tried to give it to him. Enraged, Joe seized a cord, and prowled the darkening house until he found Barnabas dozing in his chair. Whipping the cord around the defenseless neck, he jerked it tighter - tighter. Barnabas' eyes bulged - the world turned black -<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Again, fate took a hand in the form of a woman. Mrs. Johnson appeared and, with a scream, hurled herself on the panting Joe, and loosened his grip on the murderous cord. Barnabas slid lifeless to the floor.<br /><br /></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUSLN8_WYxxMh2_qQ0JeoyrxwRY6Z8dF61YsUgzmiGmSMj_ua9rFAZt8ZWP7bGUAzV7HWvCQeJa_e9xXNgLVl_pYaWdX73EG5ZFMYLfarskSJHaDbO5bIsgq-SnXPsbWqnCM7vJ3v2z1U/s1600/DS+2-14.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUSLN8_WYxxMh2_qQ0JeoyrxwRY6Z8dF61YsUgzmiGmSMj_ua9rFAZt8ZWP7bGUAzV7HWvCQeJa_e9xXNgLVl_pYaWdX73EG5ZFMYLfarskSJHaDbO5bIsgq-SnXPsbWqnCM7vJ3v2z1U/s320/DS+2-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457222111396929778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >14</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Roger Collins<br />and Elizabeth heard<br />Joe's voice at<br />the mausoleum.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Roger Collins, hoping to talk Elizabeth out of her obsessive determination to build a new, "safe" mausoleum, went with her to the family crypt. Sounds they heard there, interpreted by Elizabeth as spirit voices, turned out to come from Joe, who had come there, weak and terrified, to hide after his assault on Barnabas. Roger, after calming his hysterical companion, carried Joe back to the house.<br /><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWiA4WBmZ9-dAA3HdUUVHumHAORijovhk19mUD1yDXUMMVsZCBaMyMtGrF5QBeD9T1GG7r3gAKMVj8g8pP_7GdmdWlnLvBqU3CjpiEBHw3PT3iS2IaX2nK26T1qiSn8c1hRIeykqtcqhrD/s1600/DS+Booklet+9.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWiA4WBmZ9-dAA3HdUUVHumHAORijovhk19mUD1yDXUMMVsZCBaMyMtGrF5QBeD9T1GG7r3gAKMVj8g8pP_7GdmdWlnLvBqU3CjpiEBHw3PT3iS2IaX2nK26T1qiSn8c1hRIeykqtcqhrD/s320/DS+Booklet+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457195805246472322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj572sRS3wLCOc5wfHHzrejGfKHNQnmHEW1tOV6ZGVPxCHKY3M1B40Zifhyphenhyphen-Fp7ghd4Yu9HLYe1F0TA1fxECurGLHJGkAJ06SRXo4l2TFsmWcSL0VLmaZh-fPVWErRrXTCt9trYwvciyDV_/s1600/DS+3-15.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj572sRS3wLCOc5wfHHzrejGfKHNQnmHEW1tOV6ZGVPxCHKY3M1B40Zifhyphenhyphen-Fp7ghd4Yu9HLYe1F0TA1fxECurGLHJGkAJ06SRXo4l2TFsmWcSL0VLmaZh-fPVWErRrXTCt9trYwvciyDV_/s320/DS+3-15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457195797461222626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >15</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Angelique risked<br />all in gamble<br />to outwit<br />Nicholas.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">With the setting of each day's sun Angelique became bolder and more rebellious against her domination by Nicholas. She would outwit him and make Barnabas hers forever. Then he, too, would sleep in coffins by day, and by night roam the world seeking ...<br /><br />Luring him to a secret cave by the sea, she bared her fangs and grasped him in her terrible embrace, drained his life essence almost to the last drop. When he recovered enough to speak he panted, "You've gone too far. I'm going to die - I hope I die. And Nicholas - Nicholas - Nicholas will wreak a fearful vengeance on you.<br /><br />In reply she shrieked, "I defy him to do his worst. And you - You will not die. You will be mine forever!" And with that she fled back to her crypt, for day was near.<br /></span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXet93UzTWQtKNBZBlY00dxJJhlxR_bl1noMi1-ub4iR7O0RKcJN5G9CMHLvu87mLkashSE5wBwtZZu_E3z4BLLO3twzf2NMzl5Ne3CO9PesVcE5k72E7QxTiZfi4ZZBsuqBUsXsmH_w-/s1600/DS+3-16.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXet93UzTWQtKNBZBlY00dxJJhlxR_bl1noMi1-ub4iR7O0RKcJN5G9CMHLvu87mLkashSE5wBwtZZu_E3z4BLLO3twzf2NMzl5Ne3CO9PesVcE5k72E7QxTiZfi4ZZBsuqBUsXsmH_w-/s320/DS+3-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457195793502005362" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >16</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nicholas sought<br />revenge, but<br />vampire had<br />left crypt.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Though she defied him, Angelique did not deceive Nicholas. Discovering that Adam had weakened to the point of death, he knew that Angelique was endangering the life of Barnabas and ruining his plans. For this she must pay with her life - and the only way to take the life of a vampire was to drive a silver stake through her breast as she lay sleeping in her crypt ...<br /><br />But when he arrived, armed with hammer and stake, Angelique's coffin was empty! He trembled aghast, for he knew why. Balberith, his own master, had summoned her to the Netherworld, and the outcome of that meeting could bade nothing but ill for Nicholas because he had been outwitted by Angelique's greed for Barnabas.<br /><br /></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGt9pnkP5DvhKOV9hqhIqnfiySrx1HtBpswmmsbCPfsXaje4zAvv-OxexWyTNYwXs-CbcoWmn3mPWmTXBiq7RyFCOFgl0SAGu4wMzbWhnVsmC8jYwefP6LGPOI9mD_5xsLZEcxBtbILqGv/s1600/DS+Booklet+10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGt9pnkP5DvhKOV9hqhIqnfiySrx1HtBpswmmsbCPfsXaje4zAvv-OxexWyTNYwXs-CbcoWmn3mPWmTXBiq7RyFCOFgl0SAGu4wMzbWhnVsmC8jYwefP6LGPOI9mD_5xsLZEcxBtbILqGv/s320/DS+Booklet+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457195790740624802" border="0" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx7V6KHVS-asQtrbye3dLbqGSoDMaiEepnTwUc_M4DkayT3PqvbIL4Hual9AjD_loWVRkitRg1QfpnRg-ml5Vbv5h7R5H969QcUtsDOvu44ZZmWcKs6EO_8JYDz6KHTxjrVZ7s7b63d_yC/s1600/DS+3-17.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx7V6KHVS-asQtrbye3dLbqGSoDMaiEepnTwUc_M4DkayT3PqvbIL4Hual9AjD_loWVRkitRg1QfpnRg-ml5Vbv5h7R5H969QcUtsDOvu44ZZmWcKs6EO_8JYDz6KHTxjrVZ7s7b63d_yC/s320/DS+3-17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457195787033762146" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >17</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Angelique had<br />been summoned to<br />Balberith in<br />Netherworld.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The evil miasma of the Netherworld curled around the golden head of Angelique and the hooded figure spoke in awesome tones: "My faithless servant Nicholas has become enamored of a mortal female named Maggie, while you, Angelique, had defied him. You shall be rewarded - and he shall suffer a dreadful punishment!"<br /><br />He paused while the screams of the damned swelled up and then receded. Then he went on: "As your reward, Angelique, I will remove the curse I put upon you - and you shall return to human form!"<br /></span></span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMkzH0eF3ek3TjXQMoQFz6v4ygXkZsLvbMLsETIJreWcRQxIOurJxeHMto4MAOgHVhXe3hEbhWmpqRnhtbDXkTjbWwh2qKGcNOQ-ONYZrK6SHySx3OFtcmRDdZzhp0Lhc8PJHSmqDv9AMR/s1600/DS+3-18.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMkzH0eF3ek3TjXQMoQFz6v4ygXkZsLvbMLsETIJreWcRQxIOurJxeHMto4MAOgHVhXe3hEbhWmpqRnhtbDXkTjbWwh2qKGcNOQ-ONYZrK6SHySx3OFtcmRDdZzhp0Lhc8PJHSmqDv9AMR/s320/DS+3-18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457195171609394114" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >18</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Powers of evil<br />closed in on<br />Nicholas as<br />Maggie called.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Only moments after the confrontation in the Netherworld, Maggie Evans paid an unexpected call on Nicholas at Blair House. She seemed confused, almost trance-like.<br /><br />"What is it, Maggie?" he asked uneasily. "Why did you come here?"<br /><br />"I - I don't know," she replied. "I only know I had to come. Something made me - some power that -" Suddenly start terror filled her eyes. "Oh, Nicholas!" she gasped, "everything is getting dark - and I can't get my breath - Oh, Nicholas, help me!"<br /><br />She reeled, staggered to the sofa, and collapsed. An unearthly humming filled the room, the lights went dim ...<br /></span></span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitVGKXUS7OksPPeGheqEXpWpniLd8dOXSXReBA1OiG8aXieIWPKdPJuOAy5aK0fQk2HfA2lL9-Xdtx-PlQTVnmQ8lp0_3zj4UJarGkL3qbP73A8zoLGeWfMc0wmmvxuwJIDAaCCUvNGGfR/s1600/DS+3-19.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitVGKXUS7OksPPeGheqEXpWpniLd8dOXSXReBA1OiG8aXieIWPKdPJuOAy5aK0fQk2HfA2lL9-Xdtx-PlQTVnmQ8lp0_3zj4UJarGkL3qbP73A8zoLGeWfMc0wmmvxuwJIDAaCCUvNGGfR/s320/DS+3-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457195170657476450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >19</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Balberith used<br />Maggie's voice<br />to summon<br />Nicholas.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Nicholas!" Every vestige of color drained from Nicholas' face. His name had been called from the throat of Maggie, but it was not Maggie's voice! It was the voice of Balberith, and the room seemed to pulsate with his unholy presence.<br /><br />"Y-yes, Master," Nicholas quavered.<br /><br />"Prepare to meet your judgment, Nicholas!"<br /><br />Nicholas seized a chair back to support his weight.<br /><br />"J-judgment?" he moaned.<br /><br />"Tomorrow you will appear before me. Prepare yourself."</span></span><br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxshidZKqJadYFAgasQdac6e7A-fUghfueskmod5bOsnuU4RcMklxqA04QF63FqSnL-rpRDKRa-jMUitikq7KdSFhy9GlUYMn5UFW6R7x2apBn0cpGX0qqb1PbuimOW9nHalrqNs0CtF9F/s1600/DS+3-20.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxshidZKqJadYFAgasQdac6e7A-fUghfueskmod5bOsnuU4RcMklxqA04QF63FqSnL-rpRDKRa-jMUitikq7KdSFhy9GlUYMn5UFW6R7x2apBn0cpGX0qqb1PbuimOW9nHalrqNs0CtF9F/s320/DS+3-20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457195164733243954" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >20</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Desperate,<br />Nicholas forced<br />Julia to begin<br />evil experiment.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">With a supreme effort Nicholas pulled himself together after Maggie had gone. His fertile brain worked swiftly. Balberith was calling him to account for letting Eve die, and for other sins as well. With some kind of plan perhaps he could stave off the utter destruction that threatened him.<br /><br />In a flash it came to him, and he dashed off to Collinwood to find Julia Hoffman. It all depended on her. Not even caring that Elizabeth was listening, he told her she must repeat the experiment, infusing new life into the dead Eve. Balberith needed Eve so that she and Adam could start a new race of men who would be his servants.<br /><br />Horrified, Julia refused, and Nicholas played his trump card. "Very well, then I will take Adam's life."<br /><br />Julia paled. "Then Barnabas too - will die."<br /><br />His answer was an evil smile.<br /><br />She stared at him with revulsion, but at last she sighed with resignation. "So be it. You may bring Eve's body to my laboratory tonight."<br /></span></span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLvC65t3YI8XCn6qhFtFjmTkkl_fG_BSb5YiQXtgM8OzSjDgu8ePrV0EJ9F0_RDA2njcDiTIYUwodvjh3cZwad0wv7d4XLZ4r_1Jd5YXhOeTfdGL9AL4emzJQh6BhguqsM0szD4kp44uUQ/s1600/DS+Booklet+11.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLvC65t3YI8XCn6qhFtFjmTkkl_fG_BSb5YiQXtgM8OzSjDgu8ePrV0EJ9F0_RDA2njcDiTIYUwodvjh3cZwad0wv7d4XLZ4r_1Jd5YXhOeTfdGL9AL4emzJQh6BhguqsM0szD4kp44uUQ/s320/DS+Booklet+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457195158657167362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD1B7b3EhaMfvumaEWPAp7yNGf31OgPiry8QyeeRiVa_6e8zvs3Pr6sbtjqmAO_MXS5fXWqwxPAsqll0NCJB_mAXlsSwpxNDllCvLIXXB06j9T4coHFj7flDKTeDAM3YgCs8MNWZIx38Rm/s1600/DS+3-21.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD1B7b3EhaMfvumaEWPAp7yNGf31OgPiry8QyeeRiVa_6e8zvs3Pr6sbtjqmAO_MXS5fXWqwxPAsqll0NCJB_mAXlsSwpxNDllCvLIXXB06j9T4coHFj7flDKTeDAM3YgCs8MNWZIx38Rm/s320/DS+3-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457195154087832482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >21</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Prince of Dark<br />drove hard<br />bargain with<br />Nicholas.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Nicholas' hour had come. He stood before Balberith in Limbo, pleading for one more chance. If the experiment worked he could go on serving his master in the human world - and have Maggie besides.<br /><br />His proposal met cosmic scorn. "<span style="font-style: italic;">I </span></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">give no second </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">chances, Nicholas, as you did with Angelique. No - you will return here - for eternity. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >Bu</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">t - if the experiment is successful you may bring the woman with you."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Bring her! But that means she must die!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Of course. On the Black Altar!" The fiend's laughter rose, filling the vast corridors of Limbo. "Go, Nicholas - go back to earth - and prepare your wedding plans!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Roiling masses of fog billowed about the towers of Collinwood as Nicholas returned, creating, even by day - darks shadows.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Tune in next time for ...<br />Aquaman "The Menace of the Land-Sea Beast" from 1966.</span><br /></div></div></div>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986915677730559091.post-20985662396094759542010-04-04T23:41:00.000-04:002010-04-04T23:43:37.463-04:00Spectergirl's Crypt of Post-Code Horror<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://spectergirlscryptofpostcodehorror.blogspot.com/"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6TVfnrIV3e5brT9IxNvqdNlivmYB-BrcELWNy1bS1pASNGHp-ukBG3lDeI9o3BdKWgaFqUoZOa1hdp6HceqYPfKks7-_BfYUT6jF8dvMDcTd7vvWyizCQrypXtDzIKSpEWFuv4qK1st4/s200/Horror+Blog+Promo+SM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456491271136566834" border="0" /></a>Life not horrific enough? Stop by...<br /><a href="http://spectergirlscryptofpostcodehorror.blogspot.com/"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Spectergirl's Crypt of Post-Code Horror</span></a><br /><br />We've dusted off a mouldering short-box of penny-dreadfuls from the Bronze Age of <span style="font-style: italic;">FEAR</span>!<br /><br />It's TERROR only the Comics Code Authority would <span style="font-style: italic;">DARE</span> approve!Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986915677730559091.post-81825135340710602102010-04-01T02:45:00.000-04:002010-04-01T02:45:00.353-04:00Please join me ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHrOedzmCSrvHOLMSZ_McYtmHOteWmDNSBIxvk4usfXIpxZ093OQCH1NRetibUL6bUT-Kj0mmXRJD9ZU-8_vEw6pRTT3VLMnTrUKDnWPwNi8VGeOyit8UJlbUu6dqtbAw4E5YoNzPIYc/s320/WRFH+Link.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454855741138315138" border="0" /></a>You are invited to join me at<br /><br /><a href="http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Women Running From Houses</span></a><br /><br />as I celebrate the posting of my 100th book. And as always it's another cracking good one! And SO much easier than actually reading it!Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986915677730559091.post-83750239795732341572010-03-25T16:15:00.000-04:002010-03-25T13:23:36.284-04:00Zorro - 1958 - Reel 3 "Zorro's Flaming Sword"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUPsUNP-eB1bApq2XtpPK7kznNp-5lWKSsPkzdRWulUtq3yRmDHyvDK25NId_N_XIw9fSmqB8uIYbY3vcMTFF9SzVY5P-dloQyXC1ykkeN2BuolEQnLQsA0bVO_spqLGAbQOKMWTuRSk1/s1600-h/Zorro+Envelope+sm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUPsUNP-eB1bApq2XtpPK7kznNp-5lWKSsPkzdRWulUtq3yRmDHyvDK25NId_N_XIw9fSmqB8uIYbY3vcMTFF9SzVY5P-dloQyXC1ykkeN2BuolEQnLQsA0bVO_spqLGAbQOKMWTuRSk1/s200/Zorro+Envelope+sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441258746233264162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Zorro</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Packet No. B469</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">1958</span> </span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I have still been struggling to improve the reel scans I am posting without much luck. So far I am finding that scanning the reels at 3200 dpi and then doing a little adjustment in Photoshop gives the best results. But still, with these dark television images, they are not coming out as I would have hoped. I am, to put it nicely, "detail oriented" and I find it difficult to settle for just okay. If anyone has any suggestions please send them my way.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">But finally View-Master 3-D Spectacular now brings you the thrilling climax to our story with Zorro, Reel 3.</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTS26TbZaIzQVluTtB1R9UjjITHHj5Q3vbiuIAV_AofOO-PDPRhsywYhYzwHHGDrtk8AptFlxq2wZR0sFbpm701yjE3nIxcap72ayj4vvD17PC6fL62TJk-ZtDH2uqrAIguGTET-pJUlI7/s1600/Zorro+3-15-72.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTS26TbZaIzQVluTtB1R9UjjITHHj5Q3vbiuIAV_AofOO-PDPRhsywYhYzwHHGDrtk8AptFlxq2wZR0sFbpm701yjE3nIxcap72ayj4vvD17PC6fL62TJk-ZtDH2uqrAIguGTET-pJUlI7/s320/Zorro+3-15-72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452597824129512706" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >15</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">CAPITAN<br />MONASTARIO AIMS<br />AT THE ESCAPING<br />TORRES.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >THE TARGET</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> - The Comandante waited impatiently. At last he opened his door and peered out to see the astounding sight of the prisoner escaping over the wall. Bursting out of his office, he leveled his pistol at Torres who paused, silhouetted, on top of the wall - a perfect target!</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Monastario squeezed the trigger ... click! ... the flintlock misfired. Torres disappeared over the wall.</span></span></span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibtXYbFSids0bv7bpmAtUklPiiwHxLSY6JHy8UtE4-XnZvcbqfIMGqHMn5gkAWcPD6NnLQ2tS3awl4eaFQGNKNx5-uNFPJN-AZUFCMrojW8_Ym1dPrRyuOQ4n7LvKpaJoKpL_mmKbPFien/s1600/Zorro+3-16-72.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibtXYbFSids0bv7bpmAtUklPiiwHxLSY6JHy8UtE4-XnZvcbqfIMGqHMn5gkAWcPD6NnLQ2tS3awl4eaFQGNKNx5-uNFPJN-AZUFCMrojW8_Ym1dPrRyuOQ4n7LvKpaJoKpL_mmKbPFien/s320/Zorro+3-16-72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452608730853948818" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >16</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">ZORRO'S SWORD<br />DRIVES THE<br />COMANDANTE<br />BACK.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >THE FIGHT</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> - Drawing his sword, Monastario rushed towards the man in black. With laughing eagerness, Zorro parried the first thrusts. The captain slashed ... the blow was deflected; he lunged to kill ... Zorro sidestepped.<br /><br />Then Zorro attacked. His sword wove a web of keen-edged steel. Fighting desperately, Monastario was forced to retreat. A quick flurry of thrusts tumbled him backwards into his own prison cell. Before he could regain his feet, Zorro slammed and locked the door.<br /><br />"Sergeant Garcia!" he roared. "Call the guard!"<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZkbyL5-ZyPVM78PhThggqHftmHaJloIIyFCtMqzhcWk9KuKeTqMYYsBJKRXMiXMCUsh2Jq2PPAYjViKnZHwto3f8jgFjUZjpaSIHMZdc0_5M4U_ZLpIJWxpDXtBbatYwEuq6nIwPNunh/s1600/Zorro+3-17-72.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZkbyL5-ZyPVM78PhThggqHftmHaJloIIyFCtMqzhcWk9KuKeTqMYYsBJKRXMiXMCUsh2Jq2PPAYjViKnZHwto3f8jgFjUZjpaSIHMZdc0_5M4U_ZLpIJWxpDXtBbatYwEuq6nIwPNunh/s320/Zorro+3-17-72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452615740456911442" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >17</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">SERGEANT<br />GARCIA'S RESCUE<br />ATTEMPT ENDED<br />INGLORIOUSLY<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >GARCIA'S RETREAT </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">- Half-dressed, Sergeant Garcia ran into the courtyard to stop Zorro. Before sleep could be brushed from his eyes, he found himself fiercely defending himself against a lightening sword arm. Backed to the edge of the well, Garcia called, "Lancers! To arms! The prisoner has escaped!"<br /><br />With a thrust and flick, Zorro disarmed the sergeant and forced him splashing into the well.<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk4qz_O5frrC_4XCzCj392e4NOBhNuZ7aPoS_gN8xCVFV8r6qZ5UfnybrAL1USR9O2rs0FgMUVsTmhRtCA-YIIgNDiOxiKAnhspfo87QGBcY8dc0AkrbFSp_Un-nLQKa_8Hpkpl_77fhw6/s1600/Zorro+3-18-72.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk4qz_O5frrC_4XCzCj392e4NOBhNuZ7aPoS_gN8xCVFV8r6qZ5UfnybrAL1USR9O2rs0FgMUVsTmhRtCA-YIIgNDiOxiKAnhspfo87QGBcY8dc0AkrbFSp_Un-nLQKa_8Hpkpl_77fhw6/s320/Zorro+3-18-72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452608088668895794" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >18</span><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">THE LANCERS<br />ANSWERED THEIR<br />SERGEANT'S<br />CALL<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >TO ARMS!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> - The barracks doors flew open as the lancers spilled from their beds. Confusion filled the darkness. Dressing on the run, the soldiers all grabbed their lances at once, falling spear over suspenders! A minute passed before the first lancer leapt to the attack.</span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMbwfvGSS2Xnh1IFZPTn82Ev-oypOqRGQChbAP5Md8459cWQWqT8Uf03a4wcJTrQB4jKG8Ec8cZMVprBUB6VeE5n376AnwL05ewcH_kTg-YF_asb1onpN7736_MMneGO9WBG_J_BAu4b8s/s1600/Zorro+3-19-72.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMbwfvGSS2Xnh1IFZPTn82Ev-oypOqRGQChbAP5Md8459cWQWqT8Uf03a4wcJTrQB4jKG8Ec8cZMVprBUB6VeE5n376AnwL05ewcH_kTg-YF_asb1onpN7736_MMneGO9WBG_J_BAu4b8s/s320/Zorro+3-19-72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452608074648622050" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >19</span><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">BUT "THE FOX"<br />WAS NOT TO<br />BE TRAPPED!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >ESCAPE</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> - But "The Fox" was not to be trapped. Striking down the lance of the first attacker, Zorro leapt up on a stack of crates and scrambled to the top of the wall. Dodging a hail of lances, he kicked the top crate down creating havoc among the swarming soldiers. Before they could recover, he disappeared.</span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiP-4ycp-aDOrSJ6ghCbKlLSrwYXflYv9g7R1xdiybsGQmrOMQ1Zx3ZOeqx49frDty1NWozgRMNx9yPLLlFcmcwjfriK8mGolyR2r5FTXuVFfgiXb4yAyCUbuwSVlKkeZ75XG4O_90otHa/s1600/Zorro+3-20-72.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiP-4ycp-aDOrSJ6ghCbKlLSrwYXflYv9g7R1xdiybsGQmrOMQ1Zx3ZOeqx49frDty1NWozgRMNx9yPLLlFcmcwjfriK8mGolyR2r5FTXuVFfgiXb4yAyCUbuwSVlKkeZ75XG4O_90otHa/s320/Zorro+3-20-72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452608070328080802" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >20</span><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"I SHALL NAIL<br />THE SKIN OF<br />THE 'FOX' TO<br />THIS VERY WALL!"<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >REWARD</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> - By morning, reward posters were lettered. The Comandante, himself, posted the first one angrily boasting, "I shall have the skin of this 'Fox' nailed to this wall before the week is out!"</span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cRGEaScflqs_nQpKjzqPz-cKUMJAZJ5EL_xn3mcepHt10ATxUmQ_BIB7d1AF9mhYJPJstpGPfYp17-OtqS8NCkcZXxTLMbMG3ufr6pNZJIhegU_UD__uE1uGcvGbmTteUlQoyHqvJApr/s1600/Zorro+3-21-72.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cRGEaScflqs_nQpKjzqPz-cKUMJAZJ5EL_xn3mcepHt10ATxUmQ_BIB7d1AF9mhYJPJstpGPfYp17-OtqS8NCkcZXxTLMbMG3ufr6pNZJIhegU_UD__uE1uGcvGbmTteUlQoyHqvJApr/s320/Zorro+3-21-72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452608067119714530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >21</span><br /></div><div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> BUT ZORRO<br />RODE AGAIN AND<br />AGAIN AS THE<br />MASKED AVENGER.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >MASKED AVENGER </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">- But Zorro was to ride again and again in Spanish California. Wherever injustice arose, there the black, rearing horse and its mysterious rider would appear to rescue and avenge.<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">What is next of our agenda? Dark Shadows!<br /><br /></span></span></div>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986915677730559091.post-60103953847257299982010-03-05T12:30:00.000-05:002010-03-25T11:30:15.031-04:00Zorro - 1958 - Reel 2 "Tornado"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUPsUNP-eB1bApq2XtpPK7kznNp-5lWKSsPkzdRWulUtq3yRmDHyvDK25NId_N_XIw9fSmqB8uIYbY3vcMTFF9SzVY5P-dloQyXC1ykkeN2BuolEQnLQsA0bVO_spqLGAbQOKMWTuRSk1/s1600-h/Zorro+Envelope+sm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUPsUNP-eB1bApq2XtpPK7kznNp-5lWKSsPkzdRWulUtq3yRmDHyvDK25NId_N_XIw9fSmqB8uIYbY3vcMTFF9SzVY5P-dloQyXC1ykkeN2BuolEQnLQsA0bVO_spqLGAbQOKMWTuRSk1/s200/Zorro+Envelope+sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441258746233264162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Zorro</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Packet No. B469</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />1958</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />Sorry for the delay in posting this second real. I'm still trying to work out the most efficient way and the best software for the job. Sadly, it looks like it must be Photoshop which limits me to scanning at during working hours when I can make the time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">But let's not delay the adventure any longer. View-Master 3-D Spectacular now brings you Zorro, Reel 2.</span><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OpP2JRai8Hb0XCfPd75UJi_I4cc_hnVXW8ns3yg5y6vppNV357ltxUfvE1TeniSo8QSYbHu1vAQowrUJVNt26zsHnpvs5GGvrC1cNqWamZImaxCn_YTY-gu6bmq02mdTprKk1wnZtm86/s1600-h/Pic+8.jpg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OpP2JRai8Hb0XCfPd75UJi_I4cc_hnVXW8ns3yg5y6vppNV357ltxUfvE1TeniSo8QSYbHu1vAQowrUJVNt26zsHnpvs5GGvrC1cNqWamZImaxCn_YTY-gu6bmq02mdTprKk1wnZtm86/s320/Pic+8.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441248638327816226" border="0" /></a><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >8</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"FROM NOW ON<br />I SHALL BE<br />ZORRO, THE FOX,"<br />SAID DON DIEGO</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >THE JAGGED "Z"</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> - Late that evening, a dispirited Don Diego entered his room and said to Bernardo, "I've just had to do something I'm not very proud of, Bernardo. My father told me of the intolerable conditions - unjust taxes, ranchers being flogged for not paying, slave labor by Indians - all to enrich one man - Capitan Monastario! Despite my inner anger, I had to pretend indifference, then feeble rage - now my father thinks I am a spineless weakling ..."</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;">Bernardo nodded understandingly.</span><br /><br />"... But if I took open action, his life would be in danger." He picked up his sword. "From now on, I shall be Zorro, the Fox!" The sword flashed in three lightning cuts and upon a sheet of music appeared the "mark" of Zorro!</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdfdLH1RReBzPjCvbqnVu7QOcsvPCMtH6Hh_dk_Jl5B3Pu9XixFPjiyLbW6mZ8-EVzZHrEHvuNea23PdnMk9fBBtYzEyIBQnvinfBf5RCckjNbgtsmttTj8LLHBvKBzMahfu3oin9L3fnn/s1600-h/pic+9.jpg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdfdLH1RReBzPjCvbqnVu7QOcsvPCMtH6Hh_dk_Jl5B3Pu9XixFPjiyLbW6mZ8-EVzZHrEHvuNea23PdnMk9fBBtYzEyIBQnvinfBf5RCckjNbgtsmttTj8LLHBvKBzMahfu3oin9L3fnn/s320/pic+9.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441248633702902850" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br />9</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />ZORRO'S HORSE<br />"TORNADO" HAD<br />BEEN RAISED<br />IN SECRET</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span> </div> <span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >"TORNADO" </span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >- The next day, Don Diego and Bernardo rode far from the ranch house. In the hills, they crept up on a magnificent stallion.<br /><br />"Before I left for Spain," he told his man, "I entrusted a black colt to an old shepherd. Now look at my 'Tornado!' Black as death and as fiery as the wind he was named for. Not even my father will recognize this horse.</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiad8nK_gTFlS1MAFDrOc8pAyGvCHDPCCcLXPDEQCnxsQXMhbunRTuDQdZpPMDODn6eV-xKgGQOQgbRp-oPawuyxkQ1tsgsv0RNX8R2n5EFRxZNT-OvKxpqdhojMRZ7sicwxzsNx9qvq6sU/s1600-h/pic+10.jpg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiad8nK_gTFlS1MAFDrOc8pAyGvCHDPCCcLXPDEQCnxsQXMhbunRTuDQdZpPMDODn6eV-xKgGQOQgbRp-oPawuyxkQ1tsgsv0RNX8R2n5EFRxZNT-OvKxpqdhojMRZ7sicwxzsNx9qvq6sU/s320/pic+10.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441248433557134562" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br />10</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />SERGEANT GARCIA<br />CHECKED TORRES<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">THE NEW<br />PRISONER.<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> </div> <span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >THE PRISONER</span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > - AS darkness fell within the cuartel, Segeant Garcia visited the new prisoner.<br /><br />"Well, Senor Torres, you're still here, I see," he joked. Then cocking an ear upwards, he listened intently. "Ah, just nerves. I'm upset because the Comandante acts so strange tonight... I'm to dismiss the guards and bring him the cell keys!"</span><br /><br /></span><div face="lucida grande" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GG1vbMa-qrBCeyMFaNhh2cvA0eP4xIlyZQp6kA4GOOyS1wQqqLVxCVuS00nQLfx8cm-T3Iw-laGbPJcz9EN9ggHzLfcz9IDbCegQyyiJo-9JxxlxBIt8rv3Wpozspzb1-IOwo7Fk0ksu/s1600-h/pic+11.jpg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GG1vbMa-qrBCeyMFaNhh2cvA0eP4xIlyZQp6kA4GOOyS1wQqqLVxCVuS00nQLfx8cm-T3Iw-laGbPJcz9EN9ggHzLfcz9IDbCegQyyiJo-9JxxlxBIt8rv3Wpozspzb1-IOwo7Fk0ksu/s320/pic+11.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441248432142611122" border="0" /></a></div><div face="lucida grande" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">11</span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br />ABOVE, A<br />BLACK FIGURE<br />MOVED LIKE<br />A SHADOW.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span> </div> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >THE SHADOW</span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > - A masked horseman, leading another horse, rode up to the rear of the cuartel. Tying the horse to a tree, the rider stood on his saddle and, with a quick, catlike motion, gained the top of the wall. The next moment, a black figure slid noiselessly across the tile roof directly above the prisoner's cell.</span><br /><br /></span><div face="lucida grande" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIYnd5kyEsWe3NtwrlBHMtSqoNPE3_hxQ8BfwIKUPRABYlgVwdS7KyyVoFVhEuakAyDLXhXwKrbj43QqqT0fDKoZbjse2uGDZG1t7SkjRqVXPuXuuq4nVJtGG3P-9hKTNCDsElM1oxtURL/s1600-h/pic+12.jpg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIYnd5kyEsWe3NtwrlBHMtSqoNPE3_hxQ8BfwIKUPRABYlgVwdS7KyyVoFVhEuakAyDLXhXwKrbj43QqqT0fDKoZbjse2uGDZG1t7SkjRqVXPuXuuq4nVJtGG3P-9hKTNCDsElM1oxtURL/s320/pic+12.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441248428786848226" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br />12</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />"RELEASE THE<br />PRISONER," SAID<br />MONASTARIO, "TO<br />BE SHOT DOWN"<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> </div> <span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >THE PLOT</span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > - In his office, Capitan Monastario said to the lawyer, Licenciado, "Now take the keys and release the prisoner."<br /><br />Won't he suspect something," asked Licenciado.<br /><br />"You are a lawyer," Monastario replied impatiently. "Tell him you have reviewed his case and there has been a mistake. When he crosses the courtyard, give the alarm. I'll be waiting here..." He held up a pistol. "It is already in my report: Fugitive shot while attempting to escape."</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHj9uwqI2DGtbR4RuhHJFz6_iq-dSGLnwZLayxAtZLbMoJyZdGpdM62Ys7vxZD5eKEC9D-2QYdEyZ6Sp5xaShYcVO9unuyeUpC_WzgGSwVCeMjjjduikFPLsZF7DP80Md5RDwsFY_6PP9Q/s1600-h/pic+13.jpg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHj9uwqI2DGtbR4RuhHJFz6_iq-dSGLnwZLayxAtZLbMoJyZdGpdM62Ys7vxZD5eKEC9D-2QYdEyZ6Sp5xaShYcVO9unuyeUpC_WzgGSwVCeMjjjduikFPLsZF7DP80Md5RDwsFY_6PP9Q/s320/pic+13.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441248420761729602" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br />13</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />ZORRO WATCHES<br />THE LAWYER<br />UNLOCK THE<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">CELL DOOR.<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> </div> <span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >THE WATCHER</span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > - As the lawyer crossed the courtyard, he was watched. A black-clad swordsman heard the lawyer say, "I have great news, Senor Torres. I have come to set you free."<br /><br />There was a sound of a key turning in a padlock.</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGlNnkBQJHXDZwxKk9k-wlHxVaUyiSav0RL6z-t7AnuAIS6x_SyxdzDUrx6kOOtc5i-nQVYG7i-vU5HpwfqfmBuLqmDecnMqCzVAp-s9ub3YMIt9uIF_bh5uJce1_98ZD9gdXHId8Vbj6Y/s1600-h/pic+14.jpg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGlNnkBQJHXDZwxKk9k-wlHxVaUyiSav0RL6z-t7AnuAIS6x_SyxdzDUrx6kOOtc5i-nQVYG7i-vU5HpwfqfmBuLqmDecnMqCzVAp-s9ub3YMIt9uIF_bh5uJce1_98ZD9gdXHId8Vbj6Y/s320/pic+14.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441248419888699266" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">14</span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br />"WHO ARE YOU?"<br />ASKED TORRES.<br />"A FRIEND,<br />EL ZORRO."<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span> </div> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >"EL ZORRO" </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >- As the lawyer stepped into the cell, he heard a voice say, "Thank you, Licenciado."<br /><br />Turning in surprise, the lawyer saw a masked man who cintinued, "You have most kindly solved the problem of opening the cell door. Take the keys, Senor Torres, and free yourself. Chain him to the bars."<br /><br />This done, the mystery man led Torres from the cell saying "Now I suggest we depart over the wall."<br /><br />As he climbed, Torres asked, "But who are you?"<br /><br />"A friend of the people," was the reply, "El Zorro."</span><br /></span>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986915677730559091.post-80695779275964704512010-02-22T21:47:00.001-05:002010-03-25T11:29:27.638-04:00Zorro - 1958 - Reel 1 "The Fox"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh06Pgu0lekb6poyu01jGGnO_tMo-0mgA1euSBBbFizUU0shwfc0SvqV8CnJqBdEUJzMh-x1czL0r6EgDXlUIfLBHssK6zy4Ouq3kb46ChFoBr_Cx87ffCIE6tKkU1nw4zqjjXOA_7xylW/s1600-h/Zorro+Envelope+sm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh06Pgu0lekb6poyu01jGGnO_tMo-0mgA1euSBBbFizUU0shwfc0SvqV8CnJqBdEUJzMh-x1czL0r6EgDXlUIfLBHssK6zy4Ouq3kb46ChFoBr_Cx87ffCIE6tKkU1nw4zqjjXOA_7xylW/s200/Zorro+Envelope+sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441265539525633906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zorro </span><br />Packet No. B469<br />1958<br /><br />Sorry for the delay in posting this second real. I'm still trying to work out the most efficient way and the best software for the job. Sadly, it looks like it must be Photoshop which limits me to scanning at during working hours when I can make the time.<br /><br />But let's not delay the adventure any longer. View-Master 3-D Spectacular now brings you Zorro, Reel 2.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OpP2JRai8Hb0XCfPd75UJi_I4cc_hnVXW8ns3yg5y6vppNV357ltxUfvE1TeniSo8QSYbHu1vAQowrUJVNt26zsHnpvs5GGvrC1cNqWamZImaxCn_YTY-gu6bmq02mdTprKk1wnZtm86/s1600-h/Pic+8.jpg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OpP2JRai8Hb0XCfPd75UJi_I4cc_hnVXW8ns3yg5y6vppNV357ltxUfvE1TeniSo8QSYbHu1vAQowrUJVNt26zsHnpvs5GGvrC1cNqWamZImaxCn_YTY-gu6bmq02mdTprKk1wnZtm86/s320/Pic+8.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441248638327816226" border="0" /></a><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">8</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />"FROM NOW ON<br />I SHALL BE<br />ZORRO, THE FOX,"<br />SAID DON DIEGO<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Booklet Text</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE JAGGED "Z</span>" - Late that evening, a dispirited Don Diego entered his room and said to Bernardo, "I've just had to do something I'm not very proud of, Bernardo. My father told me of the intolerable conditions - unjust taxes, ranchers being flogged for not paying, slave labor by Indians - all to enrich one man - Capitan Monastario! Despite my inner anger, I had to pretend indifference, then feeble rage - now my father thinks I am a spineless weakling ..." Bernardo nodded understandingly.<br /><br />"... But if I took open action, his life would be in danger." He picked up his sword. "From now on, I shall be Zorro, the Fox!" The sword flashed in three lightning cuts and upon a sheet of music appeared the "mark" of Zorro!<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdfdLH1RReBzPjCvbqnVu7QOcsvPCMtH6Hh_dk_Jl5B3Pu9XixFPjiyLbW6mZ8-EVzZHrEHvuNea23PdnMk9fBBtYzEyIBQnvinfBf5RCckjNbgtsmttTj8LLHBvKBzMahfu3oin9L3fnn/s1600-h/pic+9.jpg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdfdLH1RReBzPjCvbqnVu7QOcsvPCMtH6Hh_dk_Jl5B3Pu9XixFPjiyLbW6mZ8-EVzZHrEHvuNea23PdnMk9fBBtYzEyIBQnvinfBf5RCckjNbgtsmttTj8LLHBvKBzMahfu3oin9L3fnn/s320/pic+9.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441248633702902850" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">9<br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">ZORRO'S HORSE</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">"TORNADO" HAD</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">BEEN RAISED</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">IN SECRET</span><br /><br />Booklet Text<br /><br /></span> </div> <span style="font-weight: bold;">"TORNADO"</span> - The next day, Don Diego and Bernardo rode far from the ranch house. In the hills, they crept up on a magnificent stallion.<br /><br />"Before I left for Spain," he told his man, "I entrusted a black colt to an old shepherd. Now look at my 'Tornado!' Black as death and as fiery as the wind he was named for. Not even my father will recognize this horse.<br /><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiad8nK_gTFlS1MAFDrOc8pAyGvCHDPCCcLXPDEQCnxsQXMhbunRTuDQdZpPMDODn6eV-xKgGQOQgbRp-oPawuyxkQ1tsgsv0RNX8R2n5EFRxZNT-OvKxpqdhojMRZ7sicwxzsNx9qvq6sU/s1600-h/pic+10.jpg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiad8nK_gTFlS1MAFDrOc8pAyGvCHDPCCcLXPDEQCnxsQXMhbunRTuDQdZpPMDODn6eV-xKgGQOQgbRp-oPawuyxkQ1tsgsv0RNX8R2n5EFRxZNT-OvKxpqdhojMRZ7sicwxzsNx9qvq6sU/s320/pic+10.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441248433557134562" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">1<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">0</span><br />SERGEANT GARCIA<br />CHECKED TORRES<br />THE NEW<br />PRISONER.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Booklet Text</span><br /></span> </div> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE PRISONER </span>- As darkness fell within the cuartel, Segeant Garcia visited the new prisoner.<br /><br />"Well, Senor Torres, you're still here, I see," he joked. Then cocking an ear upwards, he listened intently. "Ah, just nerves. I'm upset because the Comandante acts so strange tonight... I'm to dismiss the guards and bring him the cell keys!"<span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ></span><br /><br /></span><div face="lucida grande" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GG1vbMa-qrBCeyMFaNhh2cvA0eP4xIlyZQp6kA4GOOyS1wQqqLVxCVuS00nQLfx8cm-T3Iw-laGbPJcz9EN9ggHzLfcz9IDbCegQyyiJo-9JxxlxBIt8rv3Wpozspzb1-IOwo7Fk0ksu/s1600-h/pic+11.jpg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GG1vbMa-qrBCeyMFaNhh2cvA0eP4xIlyZQp6kA4GOOyS1wQqqLVxCVuS00nQLfx8cm-T3Iw-laGbPJcz9EN9ggHzLfcz9IDbCegQyyiJo-9JxxlxBIt8rv3Wpozspzb1-IOwo7Fk0ksu/s320/pic+11.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441248432142611122" border="0" /></a></div><div face="lucida grande" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">11</span><br />ABOVE, A<br />BLACK FIGURE<br />MOVED LIKE<br />A SHADOW.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Booklet Text</span><br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE SHADOW</span> - A masked horseman, leading another horse, rode up to the rear of the cuartel. Tying the horse to a tree, the rider stood on his saddle and, with a quick, catlike motion, gained the top of the wall. The next moment, a black figure slid noiselessly across the tile roof directly above the prisoner's cell.<br /><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><div face="lucida grande" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIYnd5kyEsWe3NtwrlBHMtSqoNPE3_hxQ8BfwIKUPRABYlgVwdS7KyyVoFVhEuakAyDLXhXwKrbj43QqqT0fDKoZbjse2uGDZG1t7SkjRqVXPuXuuq4nVJtGG3P-9hKTNCDsElM1oxtURL/s1600-h/pic+12.jpg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIYnd5kyEsWe3NtwrlBHMtSqoNPE3_hxQ8BfwIKUPRABYlgVwdS7KyyVoFVhEuakAyDLXhXwKrbj43QqqT0fDKoZbjse2uGDZG1t7SkjRqVXPuXuuq4nVJtGG3P-9hKTNCDsElM1oxtURL/s320/pic+12.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441248428786848226" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">12</span><br />"RELEASE THE<br />PRISONER," SAID<br />MONASTARIO, "TO<br />BE SHOT DOWN"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Booklet Text</span><br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE PLOT</span> - In his office, Capitan Monastario said to the lawyer, Licenciado, "Now take the keys and release the prisoner."<br /><br />Won't he suspect something," asked Licenciado.<br /><br />"You are a lawyer," Monastario replied impatiently. "Tell him you have reviewed his case and there has been a mistake. When he crosses the courtyard, give the alarm. I'll be waiting here..." He held up a pistol. "It is already in my report: Fugitive shot while attempting to escape."<span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ></span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHj9uwqI2DGtbR4RuhHJFz6_iq-dSGLnwZLayxAtZLbMoJyZdGpdM62Ys7vxZD5eKEC9D-2QYdEyZ6Sp5xaShYcVO9unuyeUpC_WzgGSwVCeMjjjduikFPLsZF7DP80Md5RDwsFY_6PP9Q/s1600-h/pic+13.jpg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHj9uwqI2DGtbR4RuhHJFz6_iq-dSGLnwZLayxAtZLbMoJyZdGpdM62Ys7vxZD5eKEC9D-2QYdEyZ6Sp5xaShYcVO9unuyeUpC_WzgGSwVCeMjjjduikFPLsZF7DP80Md5RDwsFY_6PP9Q/s320/pic+13.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441248420761729602" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >13</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">ZORRO WATCHES</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">THE LAWYER</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">UNLOCK THE</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">CELL DOOR.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Booklet Text</span><br /></div><br />THE WATCHER - As the lawyer crossed the courtyard, he was watched. A black-clad swordsman heard the lawyer say, "I have great news, Senor Torres. I have come to set you free."<br /><br />There was a sound of a key turning in a padlock.<span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ></span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGlNnkBQJHXDZwxKk9k-wlHxVaUyiSav0RL6z-t7AnuAIS6x_SyxdzDUrx6kOOtc5i-nQVYG7i-vU5HpwfqfmBuLqmDecnMqCzVAp-s9ub3YMIt9uIF_bh5uJce1_98ZD9gdXHId8Vbj6Y/s1600-h/pic+14.jpg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGlNnkBQJHXDZwxKk9k-wlHxVaUyiSav0RL6z-t7AnuAIS6x_SyxdzDUrx6kOOtc5i-nQVYG7i-vU5HpwfqfmBuLqmDecnMqCzVAp-s9ub3YMIt9uIF_bh5uJce1_98ZD9gdXHId8Vbj6Y/s320/pic+14.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441248419888699266" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">14</span><br />"WHO ARE YOU?"<br />ASKED TORRES.<br />"A FRIEND,<br />EL ZORRO."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Booklet Text</span><br /></span> </div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"EL ZORRO"</span> - As the lawyer stepped into the cell, he heard a voice say, "Thank you, Licenciado."<br /><br />Turning in surprise, the lawyer saw a masked man who cintinued, "You have most kindly solved the problem of opening the cell door. Take the keys, Senor Torres, and free yourself. Chain him to the bars."<br /><br />This done, the mystery man led Torres from the cell saying "Now I suggest we depart over the wall."<br /><br />As he climbed, Torres asked, "But who are you?"<br /><br />"A friend of the people," was the reply, "El Zorro."<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ></span></span>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com2