The Bloody Pulps
September, 1962
in the days of our youth they were not deemed good reading and to us at the time they weren't good, they were greatThere was a Ritual.It was dark and mysterious, as rituals ought to be, and -- for those who enacted it -- a holy and enchanted thing.If you were a prepubescent American male in the Twenties, the Thirties or the Forties, chances are you performed the ritual. If you were a little too tall, a little too short, a little too fat, skinny, pimply, an only child, painfully shy, awkward, sca...
