Description
Step back in time with the Saturday Evening Post Magazine from November 21, 1953. This vintage magazine features an intriguing cover titled Pre-Needle Doctors by renowned artist Sargent, capturing the essence of mid-century America with its rich illustrations and insightful articles.
This particular issue offers a delightful glimpse into the past, showcasing the cultural and societal trends of the era. It's a perfect collectible for magazine enthusiasts, history buffs, or anyone looking to enrich their living space with distinctive vintage decor.
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- Authentic Vintage Collectible: Own a piece of history with this original publication from the 1950s.
- Eye-Catching Artwork: The iconic cover design adds a nostalgic touch to any room, making it a great decorative piece.
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Discover the charm of vintage media with this Saturday Evening Post Magazine and let its rich stories and captivating graphics transport you to a bygone era.
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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):-
5 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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8 Articles
- How We Made the A-Gun Shell — Edwin Diehl
- I’ve Got the Lonesomest Disease! — Helen Urrutia
- 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 — Toni Howard
- The New Leisure: America’s Happy Hunters — Bill Wolf
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2 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 Scott 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.