There’s something about the weirdness of this illustration that makes the September 1949 cover especially appealing. Who is this woman? How did someone manage to find his (her?) way deep into what is presumably a police station and hurl a kris-like knife at her? And is this raven-haired beauty really almost six feet tall? (Growwr!)
Pulp. An unending source of mysteries.
One word: high heels.
Isn’t that two words?