#OTD in 1946
Chesley Bonestell (1888-1986) “Trip to the Moon: Artist Paints Journey by Rocket.”
Life, 4 March 1946
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‘The idea of a trip to the moon, an irresistible combination of high adventure and escape . . . has always fascinated the people of the earth . . . In this...’
century . . . men have seriously thought of getting to the moon by rocket. Shown here is the scientifically realistic rocket journey conceived by [Bonestell], a Hollywood special-effects artist and amateur astronomer whose paintings of Saturn's moons [were] published in [1944].
'STARTING FOR THE MOON, the rocket climbs 200 miles above the US east coast. Inside the earth's shallow atmosphere...it flies like an ordinary airplane at a comparatively low speed. ...Long Island. ...New York City. ...the Great Lakes.'
#OTD in 1940
Prince Valiant in the Days of King Arthur, written & illustrated by Hal Foster - No. 160, 3 March 1940
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1: ‘Synopsis: Back from the victorious battlefield comes Prince Valiant, carrying in his arms the limp form of Hulta pierced through by an enemy arrow. ...
And Hulta, who has carried messages safely through the danger and turmoil of battle, turns out to be a girl!’
‘“So you have found me out, my prince?” “Yes,” says Val, “and when the men know there is a young girl in camp there will be trouble. Why did you masquerade as a boy?”'
2: ‘“My father was a chieftain of the shepherd tribes hereabout. The Huns came. . . . .Only I escaped. Even women must fight now-a-days and I am a warrior’s daughter.’ #PrinceValiant#HalFoster
#OTD in 1941
Prince Valiant in the Days of King Arthur, written & illustrated by Hal Foster
No. 212 - 2 March 1941. Panels 1-2 #PrinceValiant#HalFoster
1: ‘Synopsis: Not since the young hero, Lamorack, landed on this island many years ago, has anyone fought the great whirlpool to a finish. Exhausted by the long struggle, Prince Valiant sleeps the clock around.’
2: ‘To Lamorack, King of Tambelaine, Prince Valiant tells his tale and requests a ship to take him to the Misty Isles. The King listens quietly. Though time has whitened his hair, bent his wide shoulders & robbed his fine hands of their strength, his wit is still ken as a knife’.