A 1921 Newspaper Serialization
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Edgar Rice Burroughs
This writer has led a life experience calculated to develop imagination
and the ability to delineate adventure and romance.
He has been a soldier in the regular army, a gold miner in Oregon, a
cowboy and storekeeper in Idaho, a policeman in Salt Lake City, a sales
manager in Chicago and in 1917 was major of infantry in the Illinois Reserve
About 1912 he took up writing as an experiment and produced the first
of the "Tarzan" stories. It was instantly successful as have been some
six or eight novels which succeeded it. Today, he stands alone in this
country as an author of thrilling, purely imaginative fiction.
A Princess of Mars, one of his most fascinating creations, has
been selected for serial reproduction in this publication. Do not
miss the opening installment.
A Princess of Mars is the story of another world, curiously
captivating in its romantic qualities and in the originality of its conception.
The spirit of adventure carried beyond earth, into the realms of space.
No one but the author of the "Tarzan" tales has an imagination sufficiently
bold to create such a narrative and to make it charming. It is weird,
bewildering and fascinating. So unusual are the characters and episodes
that the reader falls under their spell and finds himself viewing as it
were, a pageant of happenings in another sphere.
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For there I lay clothes
and yet here I stood,
but naked as the minute
of my birth.
HUMESTOWN, IOWA, NEW ERA ~ May 4, 1921
STRANGE PEOPLE AND WAYS
My effort was crowned with
that appalled me no less
than it seemed
to surprise the Martian
In response to her call
my first sight of a new
HUMESTOWN, IOWA, NEW ERA ~ May
A FIGHT FOR LIFE
The thing, which more nearly
our Earthly men than it
did the Martians
I had seen, held me pinioned
to the ground
with a huge foot.
Between these walls
the little Martians scampered,
wild as deer.
HUMESTOWN, IOWA, NEW ERA ~ June
I AM HAPPY HERE
The touch of my arm upon
her naked shoulder had spoken
to me in words I could not
I sought ouit Dejah Thoris
in the throng
of departing chariots
Her lithe form
racked with sobs.
be Continued in 1193
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