Dan Dare's Eagle Magazine: First 10 Issues published in 1950

ALL PREPARATIONS FOR THE
EXPEDITION TO VENUS ARE COMPLETE
AS DAN AND DIGBY GO ABOARD
THE SPACESHIP “RANGER^

' THESE GRAVITY '
LOCKS ALWAYS MAKE
jME FEEL QUEER, SIR'

EAGLE - THE

NATIONAL STRIP CARTOON WEEKLY

THREEPENCE

DAN DARE

PILOT OF THE FUTURE

IT DOES FEEL QUEER , DOESN’T IT j

ARE WE ALL MERE
CAPTAIN, LET'S GO

RIGHT,

BUT A SPACE SHIP MUST HAVE ITS OWN
INTERNAL GRAVITY, OR YOU'D BE
WALKING ON THE CEILING WHEN WE
LEFT THE EARTH

RANGER CALLING LAUNCHING
READY TO LAUNCH - OVER,

/hU CREW TO LAUNCHING**
STATIONS * CLOSE
ENTRANCE DOOR, FASTEN
SHOCK. 5TRAPS, STAND
BY TO START JETS

AND SO THE RANGER'CARRYING DANS
SMALL ROCKET SHIPS LEAVES THE EARTH
ON THE FIRST STAGE OF THE DANGEROUSl
TRIP TO VENUS

ROCKET SHIP CREWS STANDBY FOR

THAT WAIST CHUTE DOESN'T

DO I LOOK
RIGHT SIR?

LAUNCHING - EXPLORATION PARTY GET
klNTO SPACE EXPLORATION SUITS PLEASE

EXACTLY HELP YOUR FIGURE DIG
. BUT I THINK YOU'LL DO v

COME ON PIC
L THAT'S US

RIGHT. SIR HUBERT -

COME OKI, DIG . LETS GET INTO
OUR SCOOTER

’ STOP JETS . START GYRO
STABILISERS . PREPARE
TO LAUNCH ROCKETT
L SHIPS

LOOK

AFTER

YOURSELVES

NO 2 ROCKET SHIP - DARE AMO
PIGBY- READY SIR

FANCY SIR HUBERT
TAKING MISS PEABODY
IN HIS SHIP, SIR, AFTER
THE WAY HE’S CARRIED
ON A80UT HER" y

/ HE SAID
/ HE WANTS
/TO KEEP HIS
'EYE ON HER
_^DIG AND MAKE
SURE SHE DOESN'T
■NGET IN THE WAY

MISS PEABODY.' I INSIST THAT

I'M SORRY, SIR HUBERT. BUT
YOU'RE NOT AS YOUNG AS YOU
USED TO BE - AND WE MAY
.NEED STEADY NERVES ON >
THIS JOB

WHAT AgE YOU DOING

YOU COME AWAY FROM THOSE
CONTROLS IMMEDIATELY —
THAT'S AH ORDER. /

! yUe Acfatestfttfc&d

P.C.49

FROM THE FAMOUS RADIO
series by ALAN STRANKS

ONE SQUEAK FROM YOU,
SWEETHEART, AND I'LL LET
HIM HAVE IT- AND I NEVER

^ miss /

JOAN / WHAT THE
DICKENS

THAT'LL TEACH HIM NOT TO ENTER
STRANGE ROOMS WITHOUT KNOCKING

AND HERE'S WHERE ^
HE STOPS BEING NOSEY
— FOR GOOD /

WORLD

The story so far

Chapter 6

“/» the dutches of the Gang"

K E N fell a painful throbbing in his
Ihroal. Il seemed as if his heart
had got displaced and was beating
in the wrong position. He felt his
chest just to make sure, and then looked
round guiltily, although there was no one to
observe this foolish behaviour, and even if
there had been, it was too dark to see
properly.

He supposed he ought to try to move the
(lag and see what was behind it. Was "UT'
a person, and if so, was he dead 9 Ken
struck another match and examined the
writing again. A horrid thought struck him.
Perhaps the marks he liad interpreted as
"U”? were meant to be a drawing of the
Thing that had trapped Ray’s arm. Some foul

Ugh ! Ken shrarfk back at the mere thought
of the cold, slimy, venomous thing that might
be coiled there, wailing with reptilian
patience to strike at a questing hand.

"Not slimy." he corrected himself Jim
had kept a grass snake as a pel at one time,
and hail made Ken touch il to convince him
that it was quite dry and clean, and that only
its shiny scales made it look slimy. Ken
grimaced at the memory : it hadn't helped him
to overcome his horror of all crawling things.
He remembered with annoyance that Pru
hadn't seemed to mind it.

He decided to convince himself that the

He male no sound except a whistUm; inlake of breath

Thing that had trapped Ray hadn't been any
’ * sort of reptile in fact, hadn't been alive at
all, but was some sort of fiendish man-trap.
(He grinned suddenly as the thought came
into his mind that if there were any mice
behind there, they would love to sec a man
caught in a trap for a change.)

His "wishful thinking " and his whimsical
thought about mice had conquered his fear,
but. like all “wishful thinking", it led him
into danger.

He began feeling and lapping the flags of
which this particular wine-bin was con-
structed. Once he drew back his fingers
hastily as they came in contact with a sharp
sliver of stone, and again looked round
guiltily as if ashamed of his jumpincss.

Fortunately for him. he dal not find the
secret of the hidcy-holc, or he might have
been trapped as Ray was.

"Well." he consoled himself, straightening
his cramped knees and flipping his hand
against his dusty trouser-bottoms, "there
probably isn't anything there now. Whoever
nabbed Ray whilst he was trapped there
would surely take everything out of the hole,
knowing it had been discovered. But I'd have
liked to have a look, all the same."

He was still standing and pondering about
it when he suddenly remembered the injured
policeman. He ought to have gone for help
at once! Whatever had he been thinking

He went quickly into the other cellar, made
sure that the unfortunate constable was still
breathing, and scrambled out through the
manhole after a cautious reconnaissance. He
sprinted along the street intending to go to
the police station.

Then he checked himself. If he went to the
police they would almost certainly want him
to go back to the cellar with them. In any
case they would ask him dozens of questions,
some of which might involve secrets that
weren't his. And he nutsl get the scientist’s
cryptic message decoded. Besides, Ite'd told
his mother lie was going to the Vicar's, so he
must do il.

But the police had got to be informed about
their hurl comrade, and pronto. How — ?

He smote himself on the forehead. Why
didn't he think of it before? The telephone!

There was a public call-box on the next
comer but one. An angry-looking man came
out of it just as he reached it. Ken felt in his
pocket, but the only coppers he had were a
penny and two ha'pennies. (Another silly
thought came to him: if he was short of
coppers he could fetch the one in die cellar).

"What are you grinning at?” demanded
the cross-looking customer.

"Just something I was thinking about,"
replied Ken. “Excuse me. sir. but have you
two ha'pennies for a penny? I mean, a penny
for two ha-pcnnics?”

“You're old enough to know better,"
fumed the irate citizen. "Just begging, that's
what it is! When you get a penny, you'll ask
someone else to change it into two ha’-
pennies. and so on hoping that the person
will give you it. Leave that to little boys who
know no better! I've a good mind to call the
police!”

"That is what / wish to do." said Ken
stiffly, suppressing the impulse to answer
rudely, lie held out his two ha'pennies and
added, “I’d be much obliged if you could
change these."

T hl man looked at him closely, then
handed over a penny.

“Sorry if I misjudged you," he growled.
"But ion'll be mad too when you find what
some young hooligan has done to that box.
No. I don't want your ha'pennies."

"Will you take them, please!" insisted Ken,
frostily polite. “I don't beg. And you've no
proof that the hooligan was young."

“I've said I was sorry." grumbled the man.
“In any case, you don't need pennies to ring
tile police. Anything wrong? Anything I can
do to help?”

“No, thanks, sir," said Ken. "I'll get along

to the next box. Hope you find one that
works."

The man nodded, and went ofl' in the
opposite direction. Ken tan on until he found
another box. admitting to himself that the
people who had wrecked the other probably
were about his own age, but without his
interest in football and other real sports. He
quickly got through to the police, gave them
the information they would need, told them
his own name and address, and rang otf
before they could order him to wait for them.
Then he made his way to the Vicarage.

It was a big, bare, rambling house. Ken
was glad he hadn't to live in it during coal-
rationing. He pulled a bell that clanged inter-
minably like the bell of an okl-fashioncd little
sweet-shop.

There was no answer. He realised that it
was terribly early for a social call, but this
was important. He rang again. After a few
minutes the Vicar came to the door in his
dressing gown.

"If it's about the pitch for this afternoon,
Ken,” he said as soon as he saw who it was,
“I think you might have left il a bit later.
This is the one morning in the week that I
don't have to be up at the crack of dawn for a

“Sorry, sir! No, it isn't about the pitch
it’s something really urgent."

"Oh. Come in, then."

Ken followed the burly, louslc-headcd man
to his study a book -lined room with shabby
but comfortable leather chairs. He poured
out the whole story, so far as he knew il,
except for the bit about Ray. which Dick had
told him to keep secret.

The Rev. Bill Read didn't interrupt once.
In his job he’d had to learn to be a good
listener as well as a good talker.

When Ken had finished, the Vicar put down
his pipe and held out his hand.

“Let's sec that message." he said.

Ken handed it over and watched the big
man anxiously as he studied it.

“I don’t know why you don't give young
Sam a trial at outside left." said the Vicar.
“He's quite a

“That's not the message, sir! Look

"I know. I know!" muttered the Vicar, his
eyes still on the paper. His hand groped on
Jk desk for his pipe, and Ken pushed il
towards him.

“I didn't know Scrufl'y could kick with his
left — ”

“Is that what you all call him? H'm. ‘The
Lord' with - d‘ crossed out and 'g' put in-
stead. H'm."

“Yes, but that was

“Shut up. Could be Lord Somebody, or
could be God. H'm. He's no more scruffy
than you are. If you'll take the trouble to
look, you'll sec he keeps himself as clean as
any normal boy. It isn't his fault if his parents
can't afford him decent clothes."

“No, sir." Ken wriggled uncomfortably.
The Vicar's absent-minded observations
always struck home more than a direct'

The word "jaw" reminded him of the Rev.
Bill's pugnacious chin. He wondered if he
knew what the boys called him.

“Now I don't mind you chaps calling me
'Burglar Bill' among yourselves,” continued
the Vicar, as if he had read his thoughts.
“Because I know I’m not a burglar. And I
take a nickname as a sign of affection rather
than disrespect. But a boy from a poor home
might suspect that ‘Scruffy - was a true des-
cription, and that would hurt." The Rev. Bill
put down the paper and glared at Ken, his
jaw at its most pugnacious. "You will sec
that he Is called 'Sam' in future, young man.'*

“Yes, sir."

"But as for playing him in the team, that's
your pigeon. I shan't interfere. I've solved
your message, by the way."

“You hare' What ?” Ken leapt up

excitedly.

“The Lorg is one of them" - 'God' with 'g'
instead of ‘d' is 'Gog'!’’

Ken looked disappointed, and sank back
into his chair. “You mean. Gog and Magog,
sir? I’ve often wondered

"No, no! Not ‘Ma‘ the message says not.
'Gog is one of them" : the 'no Ma' must be a
check to show we're on the right lines. ‘EE

looks like someone's initials. Do you know
what the scientist was called?”

“No, Ray never said." Ken clapped his
hand over his mouth as soon as he realised
that he'd mentioned Ray.

"So you know about Ray." remarked the
Vicar coolly.

Ken gaped at him.

“Yes I haven't seen him yet, but how
did you T'

“There isn’t much goes on in my parish
that I don't know about." replied the Rev.
Bill comfortably. “When you do sec Ray. tell
him I'd like a word with him. Now. let me sec.
what atomic scientist disappeared about the
same lime as Ray?”

Ken looked blank, and the parson chewed
savagely at his pipe.

"Iliire!" he exclaimed at last, thumping the
arm of his chair. He leapt up and took a fat
volume from his bookshelves, “(slow, what
was his Christian name? Ha! Here we are!
‘F.dward lliffe. Ph D , D.Sc., etc., etc.' " He
snapped the book shut and turned exultantly
to Ken. “How much of what you’ve told me
was in confidence?"

“How do you mean, sir?”

“Come, come, you know I'd rather go to
jail than reveal anything that was told me
'under the seal'. But I want to get on to the
authorities about this. Have I your per-

“This man lliffic, did you say his name
was ! didn't want the police." protested Ken.
"Nor did Ray. They know most of the rest,
as I told you."

The Vicar fumbled in a drawer of his desk
and produced a battered notebook.

"A man I was at Oxford with." he said,
"is in M.I.S, and somewhere in here I have a
telephone number you won't find in the
directory. I'll tell him only what the police
know and what I've found out by myself.
'Gog is one of them'. Who would have
thought it?"

"But who's Gog. sir?" Ken looked puzzled.

The Vicar sighed and reached for the tele-
phone. "The ignorance of you young
fellows!" he lamented. "One of the world's
greatest physicists conics to us as a political
refugee from Albania and is put in charge of
a whole section of our atomic research, and
you don’t even know his name! Yet you know
every film actor or footballer in the oh,
well!" He shrugged his broad shoulders,
lifted the receiver, and asked for a London

Ken watched him dumbly while he waited
for the connection. He felt quite dazed. What
a plot they had stumbled on! The the sort
of 'Einstein' of atomic research, a traitor!
You could hardly credit it.

The Vicar’s voice penetrated his musings.

'Hullo Geoff? This is Bill Read. No.
'Burglar Bill'.'' The Vicar glanced in embar-
rassment at Ken as he thus identified himself,
and Ken covered his mouth with his hand to

hide a wicked grin. “Yes, it has, hasn't it?
Listen, Geoff, what do you make of a message
from an atomic scientist whom I believe to be
loyal, saying 'The Lorg - L-O-R-G - is one
of them'? What? Why. the enemy, of course.
What, you've got it already? I thought I was
smart. No, don't say it on the ’phone. How
soon can you be here? You can? Splendid.
Bung-ho!”

The Rev. Bill replaced the receiver.

“You and I,” he said, “are going to have
some breakfast while we’re waiting. And you
can forget that number I called, and also the
fact that I had the same nickname at Oxford.”

“Yes, sir." agreed Ken, with a conspira-
torial gleam in his eye. "Bui I say. sir. how
long shall we have to wait'.’"

"If you knew M.I.5. you'd get a move on
for fear of missing your breakfast.” replied
the Vicar, leading the way to the kitchen.
“He's coming by 'plane.”

I T was only about half an hour before Ken
came to the cellar that Ray. lying in the
winebin with his right arm trapped by the
swinging flagstone, heard someone approach-
ing. His body contorted painfully in the effort
to lake the weight off his arm. his hand numb
from the constriction of its blood supply, and
the torture from his lacerated biceps increased
by swelling round the wound, he was almost
ready to welcome anyone who would release
him, friend or foe.

But he repressed the impulse to cry out.

For the footsteps were approaching not from
the other cellar, where the manhole was, but
down the steps from the house. Whoever was
coming had unlocked the door at the top of
the steps, and so far as he knew, only the
gangsters had the key of that door.

He was trapped in such a position that only
by an awkward twist of his neck could he see
anything at all. and then only the lower half
of the room, upside down. He could make out
a gleam of fight from a torch, and as the beam
fell on his sprawled legs he heard the footsteps

After what seemed an age, during which he
made no sound, the footsteps started again.
The beam of the torch flashed ail round the

clothed surprisingly in sponge-bag trousers,
as the intruder made his way cautiously into
the other cellar.

Again there was silence. Then Ray heard a
dull thud, followed by a slithering sound as
the heap of coal was disturbed once again.
Then there was a metallic clang, and another
thud and rumble, followed by a whispered
conversation that he strained his ears in vain
to catch. Then two pairs of footsteps ap-
proached him, the second pair of legs being
covered with leather gaiters. The torch was
directed straight at him. and he blinked, but
kept his head twisted in the hope of seeing
more. He was rewarded when Sponge-Bag
bent down to peer into the bin : Ray glimpsed
the lower part of his face, upside down to him.
and memorised a narrow, predatory nose and

thin, cruel lips. Then the man straightened up
again. At last he spoke, but not to Ray.

"So that gadget of yours worked he said
softly. “I must confess I thought it an un-
necessary precaution. Who is he?”

Gaiters mumbled something Ray couldn't
catch.

“No. I don’t think so. They’ve never tried
to high-jack us in this country. More likely
another of The Conspirators'.”

Ray wondered when they were going to get
round to releasing him. Surely they must be
in a hurry to get away.

Gaiters mast have echoed his thought,
because he muttered something of which Ray
caught the word "quick'’.

“You needn't bother about him recognising
your voice, even if he turns out to be a local
lad," replied Sponge-Bag testily. "Yes, we'd
better get cracking. Who are you?"

This question was addressed to Ray.

“Suppose you tell me first who vim are,"
countered Ray.

He immediately received a heavy kick in
the side. He made no sound except a whistling
intake of breath.

"Plenty of time for that later." said Sponge-
Hag. He repeated his question to Ray: "Who
are you?"

Ray was silent. He knew that "later ' there
would be more persistent attempts to extract
information from him; and he hadn't missed
the significance of “you needn't bother about
him recognising your voice'', either. He was
not unafraid, but he reminded himself that
his silence was stronger than their strength,
and that even if he died, he would have won if
he remained steadfast in his refusal to help
them in their evil purposes.

“I’m afraid," sighed Sponge-Bag. “that
this one is going to be as obdurate as the
other. Anyway, let's get him out. Do you
need the tackle?"

“No, only for the uranium,” answered
Gaiters. “Keep him covered."

Ray felt almost light-hearted as the man
thrust himself roughly beside him and fiddled
with the flags. Ted evidently hadn't “talked",
and he himself was going to get out of this
dreadful trap before gangrene set in. Perhaps
he wouldn't lose his arm. now unless he lost
his life!

The pain was almost unbearable as Gaiters
wrenched the flagstone back ; but as soon as
be was free, Ray flung himself backwards, did
a Rugger "hand off” against Sponge Bag. and
dashed into the other cellar. He scrambled up
the pile of coal, and tried to clamber on to
the chute, but his right arm was useless and
he couldn’t make it. He felt himself pulled
back within sight of freedom, as Ted had
been. Then, before he could whirl round and
face his assailants, something blunt and heavy
crashed against the back of his head.

(To be continued)

cellar. He caught a glimpse of a pair of legs.

Something blunt amt heavy crashed against his head

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REAL LIFE MYSTERIES

THE IMPOSSIBLE ORDER

On 22nd June, 1893, the British Mediter-
ranean Squadron was on manoeuvres. 1 1
battleships were in two parallel lines. The
Victoria, flagship of Admiral Sir George
Tryon, headed one line and the Camperdown
headed the other. At 2.30 p.m. Admiral
Tryon ordered both lines to turn inwards and
to keep on swinging round in line until they

were steaming oaci the way they had come.
Each ship needed 700 yards in which to turn a
circle and the two lines were only 1,200 yards
apart. The order meant a frightful collision.
Both Captain Markham of the Camperdown
and Captain Bourkc of the Victoria realised
the danger. When the Camperdown hesitated.
Admiral Tryon flashed a terse message:
“What are you waiting for?"’ Grimly Captain
Markham turned his ship. The Victoria had

also begun to turn inwards. Twice Captain
Bourke said to the Admiral: "We shall be
very close to the Camperdown." Twice he got
no reply. Twice Captain Bourkc asked des-
perately. "Sir, shall I go astern? Wc will hit
the Camperdown." Only when it was too late
the Admiral said, ‘"Yes’'. The Camperdown s
gigantic bow crashed into the Victoria and
tore a great hole in her side. Admiral Tryon
immediately altered course towards the dis-

tant shore, hoping to beach his flagship, but
it was loo late. The Victoria capsized taking
22 officers and 337 men. 300 survivors were
picked up.

Admiral Tryon knew the turning circle of
both ships. He must have known that he had
given an impossible order. He went down
with his ship. What was in his mind when he
gave that dreadful order?

SETH AND SHORT Y - COWBOY'S

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YOURSELVES NICE AND^A
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OF THE FUTURE

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S K I P P Y

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KANGAROO

BY DANET, DUBRISAY. GENESTRE

AN ANDRE SARRUT
PRODUCTION

WHAT A FIGHT
TALK ABOUT
ALL-IN

wrestling!

THE

TIGER’S

WINNING

THOUGH

' GOSH,

NO i haven't.

he’s got

THE LASSO.

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HERE'S My CHANCE
WHILE HE GETS
HIS BREATH BACK.

I CANT GO ON ANY
MORE- ONLY I
CAN REACH THAT

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a MiRAae ?

THAT’S a bit
OF LOCK.

let’s hope
it’ll hold !

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I've got you!

HEHOES OF THE CLOUDS

ONE OF THE IMPORTANT STePS IN THE DEVELOPMENT OF TH6 06
HAVILLAND 108 WAS THIS REMARKABLE AEROPLANE WITHOUT
A TAIL . IT WAS SO EASY TO FLY THAT COMMANDER FELIX FLEW
IT FROM EASTCHURCH, ESSEX TO PARIS WITHOUT TOUCHING THE
CONTROLS EXCEPT FOR STEERING / THE WINGS WERE SWEPT
BACK AS ON MODERN AEROPLANES AND THE PRINCIPLES OFTH6,
DESIGN HAVE REMAINED UNCHANGED TO THIS PAY/

THEN. IN 1934 CAME THE "PTERODACTYL ’’MkT/, A TWO-SEATER
FIGHTER ALSO DESIGNED BY CAPTAIN HILL AND BUILT BY THE
WESTLAND AEROPLANE COMPANY. ONE OF THE ADVANTAGES OF
IMF TAILLESS AEROPLANE WAS THAT IT GAVE THE REAR- GUNNER
AN UNRESTRICTED FIELD OF FIRE. NOTICE THAT THE ENGINE IS NOW
IN FRONT. IT WAS QUITE AS GOOD AS EXISTING MACHINES IN THE
R.A.F. BUT CERTAIN PROBLEMS PREVENTED ITS BEING USED

FOR SOMt UNKNOWN REASON. MU DUNNES AEUOPLANF WAS
NEVER FURTHER DEVELOPED. SO IT WASN'T UNTIL AFTER WE
FIRST WORLD WAR THAT RESEARCH WAS UNDER WAY AGAIN.
IN 1 9lb, CAPT G.T.R, HILL BUILT TM£ AEROPLANE ABOVE
HE CALLED ITA*PT6ROOACTYL' AND POWERED ITWITH AN
ENGINE WHICH WAS NOT MUCH BIGGER THAN THAT OF A

[DUNNE'S TAILLESS BIPLANE

MOTORCYCLE. IT GREATLY INTERESTED THE AIR MINISTRY

AFTER THE INVENTION OF THE JET ENGINE . DESIGNERS
AGAIN TACKLED THE PROBLEMS OF THE FLYING WING" THE
108 WAS EVOLVED BY FITTING SWEPT- BACK WINGS TOA
DHVAM PIPE "FUSELAGE. IT WAS ORIGINALLY BUILT ASA
FLYING SCALg VERSION OF A JET PROPELLED AIRLINER
AND IT WASNT UNTIL LATER THAT ITS POSSIBILITIES AS
A FASTER-THAN-SOUND AEROPLANE WERE REALISED.

[THE FIXED SLOTS OH^
THE LEADING EDGES
OF THE WINGS ARE
CEDUONG HER SPEED
I T0 350M.P.H. /

WE CAN ADAPT THE^Bj
VAMPIRE'S FUS6LAG™
USING THE SAME PICK,
-UP POINTS FOR THE J
NEW SWEPT- BACK £
WINGS.

THE DH. 108 WAS FIRST FLOWN BY THE LATE GEOFFREY de HAVILLAND
ONI5TH-MAY I94fo. II WAS WITNESSED BY ENGINEERS IN A’PRDUDR
ANDA’DOVE" THE 108 BEHAVED WELL AND IT WAS DECIDED TO
BUILD A SECOND VERSI ON TO FLY AT SPEEDS IN EXCESS OF GOO M p H
THE EXACT SPEED OF THE LATEST (Og. WHICH IS MORE F’CANERFUl
AND HAS A DIFFERENT FUSELAGE. HAS NO r BEEN DISCLOSED BUT

ITWAS THE FIRST BRITISH AFROPtANE Tt > CONQUER 1H£ SCUNO BARRIER,

THIS IS THE SUPERSONIC 108 FLOWN BY JOHN DERRY, HOLDER OF THE
WORLOS SPEED RELORD OVER A CLOSED CIRCUIT. THERE HAS BEEN
TALK OF A FIGHTER BUILT ON THESE LINES.THE DESIGNERS DREAM
OFA JET AIRLINER IN WHICH ENGINES. FASSENGEKS.FRaGHr AND
CREW ARE HOUSED IN A HUGE FCMNGWING HAS YET To BE REALIZED
HOWEVER THE De HAVILLAND |OH HAS SOLVED MANY OF THE PROB-
LEMS AS WELL AS RAISING OUR PRESTIGE IN THE WORLD OF SPEED.

I LOOK OUT FOR NEXT WEEKS NUMBER WHEN CAPTAIN NICHOLSON
| WILLTELL YOU THE STORY OF WILBUR AND ORVILLE WRIGHT
I THE FIRST MEN TO BUILD AND FLY AN AEROPLANE^

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THAT DRAGONFLY
FLASHING OV£R
V THE REEDS. .

tHE FEMALE DRAGONFLY LAYS HER EGGS IN THE
WATER OR ON THE ST6MS OF WATER PLANTS, THEY.
HATCH OUT INTO UGLY LITTLE CREATURES CALLE D yC
LARVAE WHICH LIVE ON THE POND BOTTOM AND Si
FEED ON SMALLER INSECTS AND TADPOLE S.Sf ft
THEY GROW VERY' RAPIDLY DURING ^gtf'7//
THEIR FIRST YEAR OF LIFE. |

WHEN THE LARVA'S WINGS BEGIN TO DEVELOP
IT IS CALLED A NYMPH. AS IT GROWS AND IS
READY TO LEAVE THE WATER , IT STOPS
FEEDING AND STARTS TO CRAWL UP THE
STEM OF SOME WATER PLANT, ONCE OUT .
OF THE WATER, IT RESTS MOTIONLESS /

WHILE THE BODY DRIES. ^^fTOML

AFTER AWHILE THE SKIN SPLITS BEHIND THE HEAD AND THE DRAGON FLV
BEGINS TO COM G OUT. IT STRUGGLES HARD, LEANING BACKWARDS 70 y
FREE THE LEGS THEN RESTS. EXHAUSTED, FOR A WHILE. SUDDENLY >
WITH A MIGHTY EFFORT THE REST OF THE BODY IS DRAWN CLEAR „

AND IN A FEW MINUT6S THE WING8 DEVELOP AND THE BODY^.

BECOMES RIGID ALL THAT REMAINS NOW IS FOR THE
DRAGONFLY TO DRY OFF |N THE SUN.

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A BIRD IN THE HAND IS THE BLST POLICY.

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the scope of the two circles shown.

Unfortunately, the goats whenever tliey met fought each other so the fanner
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apan. He could not spare any extra grassland, you see, so he solved the problem in
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but the other goal was tethered within his circle at the point “B'\ with a shortened
rope so that it could only just reach the other's sphere, but not overlap.

The next day this was reversed that is to say, the first goal was put on his “B"
peg (with a shortened rope) and the second goat was put hack on his “A" post
with the normal or longer rope.

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separate spheres of grass evenly, you
would imagine the grass within the
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Lash Lonergan’s Quest

By MOORE RAYMOND

The story so far

Ntuckwhip expert, .«i hi' way home to CuoUhtih

l.exh end his two friends follow The HwncHNack to
Opaltown hut are surprised by Dago Mcssitcr. Lash is

Lash accepts the challenge. When he secs the horse he

Chapter 6

T HOUGH she still snorted add tossed
her head now and again, she had lost
her fury and the wicked look was
gone from her beautiful eyes. She no
longer flattened her ears, but kept them
pricked at the continuous sound of Lash's

The stewards were ama/ed. Greasy foe
raised his brows at Dago, who shrugged un-
concernedly, but looked discomfited all the
same.

"I reckon I can lead her out now." said
Lash. He dropped from the rails to the
ground.

"Yowp!" He had forgotten his injured
knee. The jump to the hard ground gave it a
severe jar. and he gritted his teeth as he
limped away. Dago's smile of triumph
returned to his swarthy face.

Meanwhile Rawhide was saying to some
stockmen: "Yes. that's the mare that Lash
refused to ride. Uncle Peter called him a
coward and a disgrace to the family name.
So he kicked him out and me. too. because
I took the lad's part. Well. I "

Interrupted by a buzz of excitement from
the crowd, he turned to see Lash at the open
gate of the stockyard, pulling on the bridle
and trying to get Chuckle out into the open.

Lash soon changed his tactics. He stepped
up to Chuckle's head, patted her neck, then
grasped her flowing mane. It was the way he
trained her to be led on those secret, starlit
nights three years ago.

He tugged her mane and walked out of (he
yard into the sports ground. Chuckle went
with him.

The cheers of the crowd made her excited
again, and she started to pull away. Lash let
her mane go and hung on to the bridle. The
marc reared up, almost dragging him off his
feet.

"Chuckle, Chuckle," pleaded Lash. "If
only you knew what this means to me!"

Gradually he quietened her. The crowd
waited breathlessly as he slipped the reins over
her head and slowly moved to the near side
to mount the mare. He gently raised his leg
and slipped his foot into the stirrup.

Now Lash felt confident . that Chuckle
would let him get on and stay on. He
moved to mount.

Chuckle squealed and shied away, forcing
him to drop to the ground again.

"Whoa!" he called, as she pulled away
wildly, jarring his knee almost to the slate of
collapse.

He quietened her once more. Again he
started to mount, and again she squealed and
swerved away.

“Come on. Lash." called one of the

stewards. "I told you that you’d never
mount her outside the paddock."

To the sound of the talkative, murmuring
crowd. Lash led the mare across to the
stewards. She followed him quietly.

'Til ride her bareback." lie announced.

"Don't be a fool. Lash. That’s ten times

The young roughridcr replied with a grim
smile: "I've just got a fancy I’d like to ride
Chuckle bareback." He started to unbuckle
the girth.

"That's not in my bargain!" interrupted a
sharp voice. It was Dago Messiter He laid a
restraining hand on Lash's arm.

Shaking him otL Lash said: "You don't
want me to unsaddle her. do you? You know
why she won't let me mount her. don't you?"

"1-1 don't know what you mean.” Mustered
Dago.

Lash unbuckled the girth in a flash and
hauled off the saddle.

"Just as I thought!"

Clinging to the chestnut hair were half-a-
dozen sharp- prickled burrs, Each time Lash
had tried to mount, his weight had forced the
spines into Chuckle's hide, hurting her

"No wonder she wouldn't let me get on !”
snorted lash, picking off the burrs and show-
ing the stewards.

"1-1 don't know anything about it." stam-
mered Dago. He turned on Greasy Joe: "Did
you shove those burrs there?"

The fat man cringed and replied: "I don't
know nothin' about 'em. It muster been one
o' the stockmen did it for a joke."

"The joke’s on you. Dago," smiled Lash.
"Get ready to pay me that hundred pounds."

“Skile!" sneered the overseer. He could
not believe that Lash would be able to ride
the bockjumper bareback, especially with
his injured knee.

Lash led the marc back into the ring.
Halting, he ran his hand along her neck and
shoulder, murmuring soft words. Now she
was quiet at last. Lash vaulted on to her back.

Thereupon the Oonawidgcc crowd were
treated to the astonishing sight of lash
Loncrgan trotting round on the "wild mare"
lhat Iso far as they knew) had been ridden be-
fore by only one man. Uncle Peter l onergan.
.■hid Ijish was ru/ina her bareback '

After receiving the tremendous ovation
with his usual gay smile. Lash rode back to
the stewards.

"Riding her bareback wasn't in our bar-
gain!" exclaimed Dago Messiter angrily.

The head steward said firmly: " The bet
stands. Dago. I heard you make the bargain.
Bareback or saddled, that mare had to be
ridden for ten seconds. Lash has won the bet
all right."

Seeing he was cornered. Dago switched his
scowl to a smile. “O.K.. Lash. But I haven't
got a hundred quid on me. I pay you nexl

"Don't bother about the cash," smiled
Lash sweetly. "Just give me an IOU."

"Too right." agreed the foreman readily.
He scribbled it out and handed it to Lash.
His intention, of course, was never to honour

The voting roughrider took the piece of
paper. Then he held it out to Dago and said :
"You can have it back if you let me have
Chuck Ic. "

Dago snatched at the IOU in his eagerness
to complete the bargain.

W hin Lash returned to Rawhide and
Squib, he was leading the chestnut marc.
On hearing the news. Rawhide wailed :i'A
hundred bonzer quid for that animal! Not
lhat she isn't a splendiferous bit o' horse-
flesh but ten hosker tenners! You've got the
dingbats, me boy."

“PH tell you what I've got, you hairy
Irishman. I’ve got the satisfaction of scoring
over a dirty dingo. I’ve got a fine chestnut
mare called Chuckle out of the hands of a
cruel mob. And Pvc got the few quid I won
this afternoon."

"I'll rhle her bareback." fic announced

“I reckon you're right, cobber. And you’ve
got the respect and admiration of us all."

“Slop your Irish blarney "' laughed Lash,
who was embarrassed by this praise. Glancing
over Rawhide's shoulder. Ik remarked.
“Look, here’s Doctor Norgalc. Hullo. Doc."

"Hullo. Lash. Let's have a look at your

"Eh? Who tohl you I had a knee worth
looking at?" grinned the [otighridcr.

"Come on. young man." replied the doctor
with mock severity. "Anybody with one
watery eye could see you limping all over the

Lash sighed and pulled up the leg of his
trousers. Despite tremendous self-control, he
winced when the doctor gently explored the
joint with expert fingers.

"No more riding for a bit." said the doc-
tor. "All it needs is gounna oil massage and

"But." protested Lash, "the crowd expect
me to do some buckjumping this arvo.
Besides. I want to win some more dough."

Doctor Norgate said firmly: "If you try
to ride a bockjumper this afternoon you'll
probably cronk your knee for life. You're
sure to be thrown. What a disgrace for the
great Lash Loncrgan to be thrown at a little
country sports meeting! You just take it easy,
my boy. and I'll get the stewards to explain
lo the crowd."

Rawhide also used his persuasive powers,
and Lash at last consented to be sensible.

Sergeant Sneed, the mounted constable
from Yarrawarra, came riding up.

"The police here called me over because of
the warning that's supposed to have come
from The Hunchback." he said to Lash. "It
might be dinkum, or it mightn't. But I’ve got
some news for you that'll make you prick up

i n the privacy of the Oonawidgec police
1 station. Sergeant Sneed said that his black-
tracker had got news from other blacks about
Lash's visit to Opaltown and the fight that
took place.

"The way my blacktracker gabbed." wem
on the policeman. "I got the idea it would be
worth going up to see. I found the busted
strongboxes and took them Mick to McPhee.”

Lash leaned forward, eagerly awaiting the
disclosure.

"MePhec told me." went on the sergeant,
"that I'd brought back every one of the
missing strongboxes but the one belonging to
your Uncle Peter ”

"Ah. thai's more than coincidence, isn't

"You mean. . . .?" queried the policeman.

“Listen, sergeant. I told Dago Messiter I
could prove Uncle Peter left his property to
me, because uncle's will was in ihe bank at
Yarrawarra. That very night The Hunchback
and his mob blow the safe in the Yarrawarra
bank and steal the strongboxes. Among them
is the one with Uncle Peter's will inside.
Would you call that a coincidence?"

"Well." drawled tile other. "I suppose so.
Surely you don't think . . ." He paused and
raised his eyebrows.

"Now listen again. Mopoke gives me the
dinkum oil about Opaltown and we ride up
there. Wc discover the strongboxes busied
open. And who should be hanging around but
Dago Messiter and his offsidcr. Greasy Joe."

"Well?"

"Well, Dago told me he was in Opaltown
for the same reason as I was to look for
The Hunchback. Maybe he was telling the
truth. But I was after The Hunchback for the
reward. Maybe Dago was after him for the
will.”

"You mean Dago and The Hunchback are
in league?" asked the astonished policeman.

"It's an idea that's been hanging round the
back of my mind," replied Lash. "Why
should the bushranger destroy all the strong-
boxes but the one with uncle's will inside?
What does The Hunchback want with Ihe
will unless it's lo give it to Dago?"

Someone knocked on the door. The ser-
geant called. “Come on!”

There entered a smiling, frizzy-haired
aborigine. He was barefooted, and he wore
only a tattered khaki shirt and a pair of
frayed serge trousers with faded red stripes
running down the sides. This was the "uni-
form” proudly worn by Jacky, the black-
tracker attached to the Oonawidgee police
station.

“Fell* longa sports gibbil this.” he said to
the sergeant, handing over two grubby letters.

One bore the name of Lash Lonergan and
the other was addressed to Dago Messiter.

Lash took his letter and ripped it open.

"Dear I -ash Lonergan." said the crudely
printed nolc, "I have a certain dokuntent that
you and another bloke might like to buy. It is
a will. 1 offer it to the highest bider. Write
down your offer and put same in a tin in the
middle of the road through Opaltown by
Sunday sundown. I am also writcing this in-
formation to Dago Messiter.

Yours truely.

The Hunchback.

P.S. No offers under £1,000.”

L ash flung the letter down in front of
Sergeant Sneed. "Now we know why that
bushranger wanted the will.”

Scanning the note, the sergeant muttered :
‘What a blasted cheek!” He looked up at
l-ash with a grin. "Do you still think Dago
and The Hunchback are in league?”

"Hardly!" laughed Ihc roughrider. "And
I'd like to sec the expression on Dago's face
when he gets his letter from the bushranger.”
Sneed turned to the blacktrackcr and asked
sharply, "What fella gibbil these letters?”
"No savee.” replied Jacky.

“Stranger fella?”

“Yiss, boss. Si ranger fella do -cm git quick
longa mob. No lookem this fella face bud-
geree.”

"Well,” sighed Sneed, "if you didn’t get a
proper look at him. I reckon it's no good
going out now and trying to identify him in
all that mob."

“The sports arc over,” said Lash, glancing
out of the window to see the crowd streaming
by. "And The Hunchback hasn't kept his
promise.”

“If be ever made it,” smiled Sneed. He

turned to Jacky and instructed : "You takem
this fella letter longa Mr. Messiter."

“Yiss, boss." The black tracker was gone.

Rawhide leaped up the steps on to the
verandah, and Squib skipped after him.
Poking their heads through the window, they
reminded Lash and Sergeant Sneed that it was
tucker lime.

"It's an all-in picnic!" cried Squib ex-
citedly. "So we can have a bit of everythin’
everybody's got!"

As they hurried down the road, the appetis-
ing smell became stronger. In a few minutes
they came upon a happy, animated scene that
glowed in the golden rays of the setting sun.

The inhabitants of Oonawidgee and their
visitors were having a mass picnic on the
smooth claypan between town and creek.

In the middle was a big fire. Grouped
around it were a lot of people grilling chops
and steaks on stirrup irons or improvised
forks.

Ringing the claypan were a numbei of
smaller fires. Over these hung pots of stew or
billycans of water being boiled for tea.

Almost everybody tltcrc had brought food
of some sort some of it cooking, and some
already home-cooked and cold.

As soon as Lash and his friends appeared
on the scene, they were overwhelmed with
invitations.

Never before had any of them been guests
at such a rich and varied feast.

Strips of steak smeared with crushed,
grilled lomalo. Huge mutton chops dripping
with fat. Boiled guineafowl so tender it
seemed to melt in the mouth.

When he could eat no more, Lash leaned
against a squat bottle tree and sighed, “That
was boozer!”

After a while Rawhide said to Lash : "Now
can you tell me this, me sagacious boy? Why
did The Hunchback — ”

“Oh, forget that bushranger for a bit!” in-
terrupted Lash with a laugh.

Meanwhile that same bushranger wailed in
tlie deepening dusk, viewing the gay and
animated scene on the claypan. and waiting
for the right moment to make his entry . .

and exit.

To be continued

Cuneiform writing

Before 3000 b.c. the Sumerians in Babylor
produced “ cuneiform ” writing. Thi
method employed 1

ently until almost the beginning of the
Christian era by which time papyrus had
become the accepted medium for writing

WHAT5 -mis?

FOREIGN
LANGUAGE
OR CODE ?

PLENTY
TO EAT,
HERE / .

GEE! IT'S
SHARPS!

HERE’S A TIN
FOR YOURSELF!

W E LOVE

SHARP'S TOFFEE /

THANKS ! SHARPS *■
THE WORD FOR TOFFEE!

W*PBP1,

DISCOVERS STOWAWAYS

To 5WEETLAND
EH/ WHY?

THE WORD TOR TOFFEE £

One of the most brilliant forwards that ever came from Scotland . . .

Billy Steel

says

Here’s MY way
to cross a road “

" It’s a forward’s job to break |
through on the football field. I
He must be able to dodge the |
defence —and have plenty of dash.
But dodging and dashing is just
asking for trouble when you’re
crossing a road. Here's my way :

I At the kerb — HALT.

1 Eyes — RIGHT.

1 Eyes — LEFT.

4 Ghmee again —RIGHT.

5 If all clear — QUICK MARCH.

Issued by the Min

“ No need to run. because I wait
until there is a real gap in the
traffic.

“ In Soccer, you go all out to win ;
so of course you take risks — it
would be pretty dull otherwise ! But
traffic’s not a game. By taking a
chance, you may get killed, or kill
someone else. So just use your head,
remember you’re part of the traffic,
learn to be a good Road Navigator,
and cross every road the
Kerb Drill -my." fojyftfoX

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THE GREAT ADVENTURER

MOT A BAD HAUL -
IOO SHEKELS, A FINE HORSE
AND A WARM CLOAK.

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