Liz Adams
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Hello Krystal and Thank you.
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If I recall correctly, Page 3 was appropriately named Tit Bits. I think the shipments stopped in '63 when we moved to another state. I was 9 at the time. Different times, that's for sure.
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Liz Adams
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Haha, probably.
Shirley Martin
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Liz Adams
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Thank you Shirley.
@Shirley Martin Back in the 50s and 60s (maybe before and after) the British newspapers had gratuitous pics of topless women scattered among the real stories. They were not in the context of a story, they were a regular feature. Tit Bits was full-page. The others were not. These were huge magazine-style publications, roughly 12" x 18", about as thick as a set of White Pages, and made of pulp paper in black & white, just like our newspapers. (Perhaps the Sun and Mirror were weekly.)
Europe had been doing nude/topless beaches for many many years while American women were sunbathing wearing full body suits and hats.
Not in person. We met here, and now we've met you. Some of us knew one another a little from a couple of other forums.
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Beth Gallagher
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I don't know any of these people. 
I don't know any of these people.
Permission to treat as a hostile witness, Your Honor.
Paul Couillard
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Have you read "The Day of the Triffids" (1951) by John Wyndham ? It's also a post-apocalyptic science fiction novel which presumably inspired "I Am Legend" (1954). They have a great deal in common.
Paul Couillard
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Thanks Krystal.
I read it and remember liking it, but it was a long time ago so I don't remember much about it.
Paul Couillard
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Thanks Shirley.
Paul Couillard
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A major theme of "The Day of the Triffids" (1951) by John Wyndham involves how should people that have undergone such severe trauma (near universal blindness & the homicidal Triffid plants) attempt to reconstitute society ?
Should the small number of still-sighted people try to save as many blind people as possible or let Nature take its course (i.e. let the blind people starve to death or be killed and eaten by the Triffids) ? The novel concludes that the latter is the only reasonable course.
No, I was more into Heinlein, Bradbury, Philip Dick, Pohl, and a smattering of others I forget at the moment. But I have heard of The Day of the Triffids. (Funny how so many of these guys are English, huh?)
I think I discussed it in the last version of SOC, but I met Philip K. Dick several times before I knew who he was. I lived in Buena Park, adjacent to Fullerton, California, and was in college in Fullerton. Because it was too easy for me to distract myself at home, I had a habit of going to a 24-hour restaurant in Fullerton when I had a paper to write or something to research for school.
The restaurant had an overflow area that was generally closed by midnight, but the waitresses let me use it, and I would usually be by myself there. I'd order something to eat, and then drink coffee for hours and leave a large tip.
Once in a while, another guy would come in to do what seemed to be the same thing. He would sit in another part of the overflow area, and we'd generally acknowledge one another with a wave and sometimes a verbal hello. Then, he introduced himself as "Phil" one night, and I introduced myself. The next time we were both there, we talked a little more, and he told me he wrote books, saying something along the lines of "probably not anything you've heard of."
Not so. He was Philip K. Dick, and I had already read several of his books and knew that he lived in the area because some of his books were set in that area. It was nothing approaching a friendship, but we acknowledged one another, and I resisted asking for an autograph.
The restaurant had an overflow area that was generally closed by midnight, but the waitresses let me use it, and I would usually be by myself there. I'd order something to eat, and then drink coffee for hours and leave a large tip.
Once in a while, another guy would come in to do what seemed to be the same thing. He would sit in another part of the overflow area, and we'd generally acknowledge one another with a wave and sometimes a verbal hello. Then, he introduced himself as "Phil" one night, and I introduced myself. The next time we were both there, we talked a little more, and he told me he wrote books, saying something along the lines of "probably not anything you've heard of."
Not so. He was Philip K. Dick, and I had already read several of his books and knew that he lived in the area because some of his books were set in that area. It was nothing approaching a friendship, but we acknowledged one another, and I resisted asking for an autograph.
That's pretty cool.
Liz Adams
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Thank you Ken .
I feel a bit like the new girl on my first day in a new job !
Liz Adams
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FunnyI don't know any of these people.
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Liz Adams
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Be rude of me not to say "Hi" to you too Paul !