Allan Anderson (1908-1995) was another pulp great who did his share of Planet Stories covers. I sometimes wonder whether he was entirely happy with the commissions. Take this cover for the Fall 1947 issue, for example.
That’s a pretty classic damsel in a filmy, torn dress (but perfect hair) being carried out of danger by a manly ray-gun-wielding spaceman. The position of the lady’s right hand though, in its almost claw-like arrangement of fingers against the rescuer’s face, makes me wonder whether she really wants to be rescued. Maybe she was happier back with the creepy-crawlies? It takes all kinds to make a galaxy.
Then there’s this from May 1951.
A version at the Internet Speculative Fiction Database is less beaten-up and washed out but still small.
Why is space dude all blue? Has the hard work of damsel rescue done something to his oxygen supply?