Description
Step back in time to July 12, 1952, with this captivating issue of the Saturday Evening Post, featuring the iconic cover illustration titled "Waterwings" by renowned artist Mead Schaeffer. This vintage magazine is not just a piece of nostalgia; it’s a glimpse into the American lifestyle and culture of the 1950s. The detailed artwork captures the essence of summer fun, making it a perfect addition to your collection or as a thoughtful gift for a vintage enthusiast.
The magazine is in well-preserved condition, showcasing the vibrant colors and artistic intricacy that Schaeffer is celebrated for. With its glossy cover and well-kept pages, this publication invites you to explore its timeless stories and advertisements, each one a window into the past.
As a collector’s item, this edition brings significant value. It features:
- A stunning cover illustration by Mead Schaeffer that highlights the carefree summers of the 1950s.
- Insightful articles and stories that reflect the societal themes and interests of the time.
The item being pictured in this listing is exactly the same issue you will receive. Please check the image to assess the condition of the magazine. We prioritize customer satisfaction and ensure that all items come with a plastic protective covering to preserve their quality.
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Adding this Saturday Evening Post magazine to your collection is not just about owning a piece of history; it’s about celebrating the art, culture, and conversations that shaped an era. Don’t miss your chance to own a beautiful, vintage magazine that will spark conversations for years to come!
Note: The content list below is digitally transcribed for searchability. Please refer to the photos for the exact Table of Contents.
Inside This Issue (Full Table of Contents):-
Short Stories
- Tom Elliott’s Harem — John Reese
- Price on His Head — Laurence Kirk
- The Big Inning — Booton Herndon
- The Bloodstained Beach — Jacland Marmur
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Articles
- Murder by Mail — Robert M. Yoder
- It Knocks Down High Blood Pressure — Milton Silverman
- The Case of the Tan Stranger — George Weller
- He’s the Stingiest Admiral! — Hugh Morrow
- Daffiest Lake in America — Bill Wolf
- Look What They’re Doing with Coal! — Arthur W. Baum
- They Bite Our Helping Hand — Arthur V. Jones
- Now Anyone Can Make Cloth — T. E. Murphy
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Serials
- Tombstone (Second of eight parts) — Clarence Budington Kelland
- The Hunted Woman (Fourth of six parts) — Martha Albrand
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Other Features
- Letters
- Editorials
- Post Scripts
- Verse
- Keeping Posted
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This Week’s Cover
- At first glance we feared that Red, the lad clinging to the boat, is weeping because he can’t swim, being—perhaps through superior intelligence—terrified of deep moist. But then it was obvious that Red has just surfaced and is wiping off his snorkel. Mead Schaeffer explains that Bill Waterwings, the nonswimmer, is back on the dock, trying to make himself jump into the awful stuff lapping at his feet. Very sympathetic is Schaeffer, for once he was like Bill—until one day he slipped on the water-slick dock and found himself submerged in Winona Lake, Indiana. All his future life passed before him in a flash, and he thought, I’ve got to get busy and get over here, or Art Editor Stuart, of the Post, will be mad at me. So he swam. Forevermore.