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Post by Johnlprobert on Sept 15, 2016 13:36:59 GMT
Hammer got it right. Big tits are as essential to mummy pulp as sand, hieroglyphics, mouldering bandages, and a casket.You never fail to amaze me, Dem. While I labour to express these things and end up confusing the issue in vague perplexing terms here we have it in a nutshell. Thomas Kempis must gave been thinking of this kind of wisdom when he said “Purity and simplicity are the two wings with which man soars above the earth and all temporary nature.” Or maybe it was something else I have to agree totally with Mr Demonik on this one. After careful examination my favourite mummy pulp thrillers do indeed feature big tits as an essential dramatic component
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Post by dem bones on Sept 15, 2016 20:00:23 GMT
I have to agree totally with Mr Demonik on this one. After careful examination my favourite mummy pulp thrillers do indeed feature big tits as an essential dramatic component No need to tell this Stewart Gates character. He already got with the program. "Her little breasts, that were like mounds of rapture fashioned into newly ripened fruit, quivered with the rise of her shoulders ..... I saw her breasts filling out into the roundness of youth, as if they were little balloons being blown up .....the breasts of Ra-mose were full, like ripe tangerines .... So hard was she breathing that I thought her breasts would shake free and float away from her bosom."'M' Stewart Gates - Priestess Of The Living Dead: ( Spicy Adventure, Aug. 1937). In the midst of the Gobi, he came upon all that was left of the civilization of ancient Egypt ... And the fate of a hundred and two helpless girls depended on the Princess he himself had raised from her tomb!"On his first visit to Thebes, our unnamed narrator, a novice archaeologist, discovers "the most important tomb of all the Rameses dynasty," namely that of four-thousand-years dead Princess Heth-Put, daughter of Thut-shep-Amun, last of the Rameses, Priestess of Those Who are Dead, Queen of Those Who Live, & Co. Our man opens the mummy coffin, rids the Princess of her bandages - and releases her spirit that she may live to rule again! Prior to vanishing in a flash of lightening, Heth-Put promises herself to the tomb-raider in reward for services rendered, but first he must locate her at the hidden temple at Anghapand in the heart of the Gobi. It takes him an age but is worth the effort. On reaching the shrine, he is greeted by sisters Ra-sen and Ra-mose, maidens both, who offer themselves as his love slaves until the arrival of the Princess. Turned out nice again! Although they are both dead - at least to begin with - Ra-sen and Ra-mose are the most gorgeous, passionate creatures our chap has ever set adoring eyes on, but even their beauty pales into insignificance against that of the Princess Heth-Put! Before they can get down to business, the Princess explains that first they must show their gratitude to the Gods by torturing two willing maidens to death. Much as he's drools at the prospect of getting to grips with Heth-Put's mounds, the archaeologist can't bring himself to stand by as the naked pair are whipped savagely toward the sacrificial fires. He's too late to save the first, but grabs the second and runs off with her through the Lake of Demons - an expanse of evil jungle - to the private chamber of the Princess, where none but she can enter. When Heth-put catches up with them, she shows no anger, only disappointment. One lightening bolt later and the archaeologist finds himself alone in the Gobi. Again he battles his way back to the Temple, but the only evidence that the ancient dead had briefly returned to Egypt are the gowns and cowls floating on the Lake of Demons. After his blasphemous intervention during the sacrifice, only the mass suicide of Heth-put and her people would appease the anger of the Gods. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Stewart Gates. An author could give Robert Leslie Bellem a run for his geetus.
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Post by helrunar on Sept 16, 2016 14:02:02 GMT
OMGss, I'm dying here.
What's that floating past? Oh, it's just two little boobs from the Mummy Priestess of the Living Dead.
Thank you thank you thank you Lord Demonik.
XX H.
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Post by Craig Herbertson on Sept 18, 2016 18:49:33 GMT
Is it possible to mention breasts too many times in one paragraph? Stewart makes a stalwart attempt but I would still hesitate to call it gratuitous.
At the risk of being a spoilsport, most of the ladies depicted on these wonderful covers would be members of the Egyptian upper class who tended not to expose too much of the body. The ideal turn on for an ancient Egyptian chap was a woman clad in silk emerging from the Nile with the silken garment clinging to but not exposing her breasts.
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Post by dem bones on Sept 23, 2016 9:16:15 GMT
Gordon Fry - Mummy's Rumble ( Monster Parade #3, Dec. 1958). Would that I could provide a synopsis, but at time of writing can only confirm the story exists, Larry Ivie ( Creepy, Eerie, etc.) produced a fetching woman-in-peril graphic by way of illustration, and I should dearly love to read the thing! Launched to capitalise on the success of Forrest J. Ackerman's Famous Monsters- and, for me, at least, a far more interesting proposition than its inspiration - Magnum Publications' Monster Parade was edited by M. J. Shapiro, and went under with it's fourth issue in March 1959. Along with the regulation stills, cartoons, "humor" and movie features on Plan 9 From Outer Space, IT! The Terror from Beyond Space & Co., Monster Parade offered at least half a dozen short horror stories per issue. A juvie/ rock n'roll influence is apparent in such titles as Robert J. Cassidy's Rock Around the Tombstone and Revenge of the Jukebox Vampire (both from the launch issue, Sept. 1958), Elliot Zucker's Hipster from Hell (#3, Dec 1958), and Dig That Crazy Scientist (#2, Nov. 1958) by 'Alex Merriman,' aka Robert Silverberg, who contributed several stories under a variety of pseudonyms, including the much-anthologised Back From The Dead except, on this occasion it was retitled Coffins Are For Corpses and credited to 'David Challon.' For a taster (though, sadly, no complete stories), visit the Magic Carpet Burn Blogspot
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Post by helrunar on Sept 23, 2016 14:56:45 GMT
By the lurid lambence of the ritual lamps, her full, swelling bosom lured him forward with an unearthly command to WORSHIP. So enthralled was Lancaster that he failed to notice the unspeakably withered, gray claw, rotting with the buried filth of centuries, reaching out to claim him as the latest sacrifice to the altar of the Unholy.
But first, this message from our sponsor...
H.
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Post by dem bones on Sept 25, 2016 6:24:13 GMT
Short mummy fiction from the comics. Beyond the call of duty for all but the most needs-to-get-out-more completist. Anon - The Dragging Death: ( Chamber Of Chills #7, Harvey Comics, April 1952). "Mad am I! I'll show them how mad I am! ... Ha, no idiotic curse about walking mummies will make me pass up the greatest discovery of all time!" Professor Bartok, Egyptologist, shows everyone how mad he is by defying the curse and pressing on deeper and deeper below the temple in search on the secret of life. What's that shuffling sound? Footsteps! Quick as a flash, he divests a mummy of it's bandages, wraps himself from head to toe, and conceals himself in a sarcophagus. The ancient ones congregate in the cavern to perform unspeakable rites and drink the steaming elixir. Bartok was right all along! And then the mummies have to spoil it all by realising they're a rotting reveller short. "Aiieeeehhhh!" Anon - It!: ( Chamber Of Chills #8, Harvey Comics, May 1952). Professor Demarest, SANE SCIENTIST, defies the Incan curse and sets to looting the mummy's tomb. But the ancient priests prepared for such an eventuality, and now Demarest finds himself sealed within the forbidden tomb at the mercy of .... It!John Martin - Strange Friendship: ( Beware! Terror Tales #6, Trojan Magazines, March 1953). In 570 B.C. Urnapal and Reshad were executed for plotting against Nebuchadnezzar,King of Kings. All these centuries on, they refuse to be parted, so when the stone coffin containing Urnapal is removed to the upper floor of the museum, his mummified confederate seeks him out. Reunited, they finally get their own back on Nebuchadnezzar.
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Post by helrunar on Sept 25, 2016 13:35:54 GMT
"The Dragging Death" sounds like great fun. The image you shared reminds me of the mummy in one of the 1964 Jonny Quest cartoons. I'll have to screen that again soon.
As a former Egyptologist, I must (somewhat pedantically) add that the idea of just ripping bandages off a spare mummy and then RE-WRAPPING oneself in the disintegrating tatters strikes me as one of the funniest things I've read in quite some time.
cheers, H.
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Post by dem bones on Sept 25, 2016 15:15:54 GMT
As a former Egyptologist, I must (somewhat pedantically) add that the idea of just ripping bandages off a spare mummy and then RE-WRAPPING oneself in the disintegrating tatters strikes me as one of the funniest things I've read in quite some time. cheers, H. You will doubtless be impressed to learn that Prof. Bartok completes this remarkable makeover in all of about five seconds.
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Post by dem bones on Sept 27, 2016 8:14:44 GMT
More grist to t'mummy mill. Above, L-R. A. R. Tilburne illustration for Seabury Quinn's The Man In Crescent Terrace, ( Weird Tales, March 1946). The thing used its spear like a woman testing cake with a broomstraw - only the "cake" was a human!Vincent Napoli illustration for Seabury Quinn's The Dead Alive Mummy, ( Weird Tales, Oct. 1935). An amazing story about an ancient Egyptian mummy and a beautiful American girl - a tale of Jules de Grandin. *** Anon - The Mummy's Curse ( Baffling Mysteries #7, Ace Magazines, March 1952). Eric Thorwald's archaeological excavations are entirely funded by Cass Lyman. In return for his sponsorship, Lyman demands that he alone receives all the credit for Thorwald's discoveries. Thorwald, himself a glory seeker of the first order, is not one to share a smidgeon of fame, let alone hand it all to another! A death-dealing, asp-shaped ornament, stolen from the bosom of a mummified princess, provides Thorwald with the perfect means of destroying his egomaniacal employer. It's the perfect murder - or would be, were not Mahmud Abudi of the Egyptian Secret Service as sharp as a cobra's bite! Robert S. Carr - Spider Bite: ( Weird Tales, June 1926). Great White Egyptian Tomb-Spiders - a Resurrected Mummy - and the jewels of Ahma-Ka in the Chamber of the Pool. Carlos G. Stratton - A Pair of Mummies : ( Weird Tales, March 1925). Have a feeling this one may be doomed to remain among the great unread. Jayem Wilcox Seabury Quinn - The Bleeding Mummy ( Weird Tales, Nov. 1932). A strange tale about Jules de Grandin, and weird deaths that followed the unwrapping of an ancient mummy.
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Post by helrunar on Sept 27, 2016 14:27:20 GMT
Wow, love those de Grandin illustrations! Fab!
Great minds think alike--I also read "The Mummy's Curse" (in Baffling Mysteries, circa 1952, right? the post doesn't show up when I start the reply protocol) yesterday. The thing that's pretty impressive about that one is that the author actually displays real Egyptological knowledge in that story. I have never read of a device like the asp item he describes--but the narrator comments that the protagonist had never seen one before, either. It's also unusual to have a modern Egyptian detective on hand in one of these things. Makes me think of Sax Rohmer's "Abu Tabah" stories, collected in Tales of Secret Egypt, where the putative British hero is a very dim bulb (and one of dubious ethics as well) while Abu Tabah gets the guy out of one scrape after another. Too bad that the author of "The Mummy's Curse" is unknown. Wonder if he wrote other mystery or horror yarns with an Egyptian setting.
This is a great thread!
H.
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Post by helrunar on Sept 27, 2016 14:39:30 GMT
btw, you did notice that in Chamber of Chills #7 (April 1952), on page 12 a tale begins with the following breathless blurb:
Of all the monsters of the deep that can walk on land, none is more hideous, more loathesome than the giant Crab, its sharp claws eager to tear and destroy whatever disturbs its domain! What is more fearful than the half human cry, the huge crushing pincers of the ... CRAWLING DEATH.
Hapless hero: What are you doing to my wife? UGH-H-H-H!!! LET ME GO!!!
Crab: GRAGGH-H-H!!! RAWGGH!!!
Guy N. Smith fans, take note!
H.
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Post by dem bones on Sept 27, 2016 18:33:51 GMT
Wow, love those de Grandin illustrations! Fab! Great minds think alike--I also read "The Mummy's Curse" (in Baffling Mysteries, circa 1952, right? the post doesn't show up when I start the reply protocol) yesterday. The thing that's pretty impressive about that one is that the author actually displays real Egyptological knowledge in that story. I have never read of a device like the asp item he describes--but the narrator comments that the protagonist had never seen one before, either. It's also unusual to have a modern Egyptian detective on hand in one of these things. Makes me think of Sax Rohmer's "Abu Tabah" stories, collected in Tales of Secret Egypt, where the putative British hero is a very dim bulb (and one of dubious ethics as well) while Abu Tabah gets the guy out of one scrape after another. Too bad that the author of "The Mummy's Curse" is unknown. Wonder if he wrote other mystery or horror yarns with an Egyptian setting. This is a great thread! H. It was the possibility of mummy fiction sent me scuttling over to Comic Book Plus in the first place, and it's been fun pigging out on all that stripped down trad horror hokum. Agree that The Mummy's Curse is surprisingly inventive. The asp ornament sounds like something out of the Lucrezia Borgia jewellery box. Have only sampled a couple of strips (including the aforementioned crustacean shocker, Crawling Death; "FRED!!! HE'S -- HE'S GOING TO CONSUME ... HIS OWN WIFE'S BODY!!)," as I'm wary of developing a taste for 'em. A supernatural horror fiction dependency is vice quite enough for one wretched incarnation.
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Post by dem bones on Oct 27, 2016 17:18:53 GMT
A.R. Tilburne. Seabury Quinn – Lords Of The Ghostlands: ( Weird Tales, March, 1945). Jules de Grandin brings peace to Nefrah-Kemmah, a Priestess of Isis tortured to death by the spiteful hypocrites of the Assizes for breaking her vow of chastity. The cursed mummy crumples to dust on exposure to damp air, but her fearless spirit takes temporary possession of an Egyptologist's bubbly daughter to air her grievance. Livelier than I remembered it, and the manifestation of the Lords is effective, though denouement a bit meh.
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Post by dem bones on May 21, 2017 20:05:07 GMT
Prieto Muriana 'Houdini' [H. P. Lovecraft] - Imprisoned With The Pharaohs: ( Weird Tales, May-June-July 1924). Uncredited illustration HeitmanHenry Rawle - The Voice of Amalzzar ( Weird and Occult #2, 1960. Anonymous - The Mummy's Soul ( The NY Knickerbocker, May 1862) Gary Budgen – Scarab (Alan Ashley [ed.] Creeping Crawlers, Shadow Publishing, 2015) Raymond Sibley - The Mummy (Ladybird, 1985). "Did the mummy really come alive from time to time? No one knew for certain - but something was prowling around !" A reworking of Conan-Doyle's Lot 249 for a Ladybird audience.
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