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1956 - 1792.PDF
956 FLIGHT BOYS! Give your parents a FRIGHT for Christmas • "Fright's" TEAM OF EXPERTS, five-dimension - ally active and accurate, EACH WITH PERSONAL INEXPERIENCE of modern spaceflight, bring you FULLEST DETAILS of ALL THE LATEST DEVELOPMENTS in space travel each week Place YOUR order NOW See YOUR newsagent TODAY Buy YOUR copy AT ONCE [There's really no hurry but you know what ad-men are—Ed.] THE JOLLY ROAD TO MARS A Space-shanty for Our Age Come fly, my lads, in my jolly saucer blue, In my saucer round and bright.We're propelled by nuclear fission —join our Martian expedission,Flying spacewards through the night. With a yo-ho-ho and a jolly rocketpod. We orbit round the stars.It's a matter of logistics, if not of mere ballistics,On the jolly road to Mars. And when you get to thinking, lad,Of what you've left behind, Please pardon all my slight sneers—you're here for fifty million light-years,Just tuck that in your jolly, simple mind. So yo-ho-ho for Space say I,And whither goes the Sun. For we're all jolly tars on the road to MarsIn space-ships, every one. And narry a thought for Earthhave we As we fly through the rolling main.You can keep your jolly Suez and other gloomy nuez,On to Mars, and on again! So avast the jolly gimbals and let'scheck the jolly 'scope, For we're bound for lands that areMartian. And if, there's nothing to be seen on the jolly radar screen,That's just a hazard of your jolly occupartian. Now Showing at your Local Cinema U G 0 UNIDENTIFIED GLIDING OBJECTS SUSPENSE in Sailplanes HORROR in Hill-lift TERROR on the Towrope SEE the monster c.f.i. destroy those who dare to oppose his will. ... SEE the revolt of the anti-Slings .... SEE the war between Unstable and Lushum. . . . SEE the mighty Citadel of Lushum crash to the ground as fuel-starved Powatypes attack.... Whence come the unknowns with the 150:1 gliding ratio, who generate their own electronic thermals and who fly higher and further than the honest IGOs (identified gliding objects)? The answer lies before your very eyes in . . . U G 0 A Chronic-Oppressive Production NEXT WEEK'S ISSUE Will contain the following special features:— I Death Rays, Ancient and Modern A "Fright" Compilation i I Was a Cactus The Venusian best-seller Accidents Don't Happen, They're Caused This article tells you how. Full instructions Missiles That Clink By the Technical Editor Epiglottis 985 By Ray Fadbury SON OF RAY DOME in i\ew Adventure on the Planet Zunk TRAPPED by the monster Kregs of Zunk beneath the Red Titanium Canal, Bonar ("Bone") Dome, son of Ray Dome (Ace of Space, reg. trade-mark) is faced by fifty hypernotic disintegrators—as is the beautiful and efficient Miss Smith, his personal secretary, who accompanies him everywhere. Behind them, the giant six- headed sabre-toothed fire-breathing flying molluscs move menacingly close. Above, the massive cask of molten titanium tilts and begins to release its deathly contents. The walls, which are electrified, begin to move inward; Dome's chains—and those of Miss Smith—become white-hot under the irresistible gammon-ray ; and the level of the all-destroying sulphitric acid in which they are immersed begins to rise. Meanwhile, the Slugs' invasion fleet from neighbour-planet Ogos approaches Zunk. They plan to destroy all honest Klegs and join with the monster Kregs in an attack on THE WHOLE UNIVERSE. But first for Zunk MeANmHlHAVM ESCAPEDffiOMTHg AS? TfTANlUMCANAiL, POMEANfiV£Ri1H£(ALL... MOMST£* PMVfCfiZ/
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