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Post by helrunar on Nov 5, 2022 21:04:11 GMT
My hat! I had no idea. Thanks for the info Pulphack!
cheers, Steve
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Post by dem bones on Nov 6, 2022 18:06:00 GMT
Ah, I hate to tell you Steve, but these kinds of annuals were very common on the UK, usually either from the Amalgamated stable (owned by Lord Harmsworth, the man who invented the tabloid as we know it, owned the Daily Mail and the Daily Mirror, as was responsoble for Billy Bunter and Sexton Blake, his fortune founded on story papers and office boys pulp), or from publishers who used the same writers and format once a year - Marjorie Stanton, Ida Melbourne and Joan Inglesant (Ida was a bloke who wrote under other womens names for these papers - a lot of the writers were men) were all contributors to Schoolgirls Own, Schoolgirls Own, Schoolgirl, and Girls Crystal. They were the distaff side of the Magnet and Gem - Frank Richards as Hilda Richards created Bessie Bunter, who turned out in the hands of other writers to be far more sympathetic than her brother. I saw a couple of these a few years back in Any Amount, from the collection of Mary Cadogan. Should have bought them. I hadn't seen Mary for a few years and didn't know she had passed away. A popular fiction historian and writer, she was a lovely lady. Thanks for this, Mr. Hack. Another useful snippet from Friardale (who offer free pdf sample stories from several of the days girl's annuals though not, sadly this one) : Something I particularly like is that, beside the anticipated "it was a burglar who painted himself luminous" dénouements, the editors saw fit to include a story whose spectres are the real thing. No ghosts or anyone pretending to be one in this next by the aforementioned Marjorie Stanton, though. Marjorie Stanton - One Christmas Long Ago: "Five years ago the elder of two sons had thrown up honest work and said a gay goodbye to mother, father and brother, bragging of the fortune he meant to find for himself in the world." And find it he has — by taking to the road as Highwayman Hal, the county's most wanted criminal! So why should Miss Jennifer Joyce, the squire's saintly daughter, creep out of Fairfolk Hall to keep tryst with this prancing popinjay on Gibbet Hill this cold Christmas Eve? Festive, very festive. Comedy subplot involves the attorney general's wig (missing, presumed drowned).
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