Description
Step back in time with the classic Saturday Evening Post Magazine from November 21, 1953. This issue features the captivating cover art by Doctor Schott, showcasing the talented Dick Sargent, a significant figure from the golden era of American publishing. Collectors and nostalgia seekers alike will appreciate the intricate details and history encapsulated in this vintage magazine.
This publication isn’t just any vintage find; it offers a glimpse into the cultural and societal norms of the 1950s. Inside, you’ll discover a mix of engaging stories, advertisements from a bygone era, and thought-provoking articles that exemplify the spirit of the time. Each page turns back the clock, providing an authentic experience of mid-20th-century America.
When you purchase this magazine, you're not just acquiring a piece of paper, but a slice of history you can hold in your hands. Whether you’re looking to add to your collection or seeking a unique gift for a friend who loves vintage memorabilia, this issue is perfect for both occasions.
- Unique Collectible: A must-have for any magazine collector or history enthusiast, this issue connects you with the past.
- Preserved Condition: Each magazine is carefully stored in a plastic protective covering to maintain its quality and prevent damage.
The item being pictured in this listing is the exact same item you will receive. Please check the accompanying images for condition purposes, as we want you to make an informed decision.
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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
- Master of the Bilton — Jacland Marmur
- Take Me to Hollywood — Alec Rackowe
- Escape at Sulphur Flats — William Heuman
- What’s Wrong with Our Child? — Margaret Bonham
- The Wrong Private Smith — William Chamberlain
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Articles
- How We Made the A-Gun Shell — Edwin Diehl
- I’ve Got the Lonesomest Disease! — Helen Furnas
- He Brings the Old Days to Life — George Sessions Perry
- I Saw Us Bungle Defense Agreements in Europe — Gordon W. Rule
- That Gentlemanly Coach at Wisconsin — Harry T. Paxton
- The President Was My Boss (Seventh of eight articles) — William D. Hassett
- The Great Uranium Hoax — Tom Howard
- The New Leisure: America’s Happy Hunters — Bill Wolf
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Serials
- Cry Murder! (Second of seven parts) — Nancy Rutledge
- Come Back to the Fair (Conclusion) — Phil Stong
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Other Features
- Letters
- Editorials
- Remember When?
- Post Scripts
- Verse
- Keeping Posted
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This Week’s Cover
- The trouble with painters is that they build up awful situations like this, and then blithely start work on another cover, leaving the victims to get out of the mess, if possible. In this crisis, the dog will either chew the man for annoying his little master or decide he’s a friend and lick his mustache. Doctor Schott diagnoses the former and his prognosis is sinister. Painter Sargent says he doesn’t know what will happen, because the dog’s hair is so long he can’t see the expression in its eyes. Old-fashioned, pre-needle doctors were the smart ones; they just thought up some medicine and departed forthwith, leaving mother holding the spoon, the dog and the kicking patient. What this doctor should do is give the dog a shot first. Mild anesthetic.