Don't Cry For Me - William Campbell Gault

BOARDMAN BOOKS 143

LONDON, UK

FIRST PRINTING 1954

FIRST PUBLISHED IN 1952

COVER ART BY McLOUGHLIN

Illicit drug traffic, beautiful and young addicts, underworld characters and race-track touts are amongst the characters Pete Worden finds himself dealing with in the course of his highly disorganized and far from conventional life.

When Pete finds the dead body of Al Calvano, obviously placed as a plant in Pete's apartment, he decides to lay off his more ordinary daily chores of following the horses, and other allied activities, to do a little investigating of the quality of the company he keeps. What he discovers would make anybody lay off for good.

Pete's extremely staunch girl friend stands by through thick and thin, hoping to marry him but receiving little encouragement. Things like that are hard on a girl, but Ellen is resourceful.

DON'T CRY FOR ME, a hard-boiled, rough, tough mystery story, introduces a new writer who shows every sign of being a winner.

The Juvies - Harlan Ellison

Life and Death of the Gutter Kids

ACE D-513

NEW YORK, USA

FIRST PRINTING 1961

KICK WHEN HE'S DOWN!

AIM FOR THE GROIN!

STOMP OR BE STOMPED!

These are the rules for survival in a kid gang. These are the rules that I lived by when I ran with a gang myself, trying to find out what makes a JD tick. And let me tell you these kids aren't playing games. These are junior-grade killers!

I've pulled no punches in THE JUVIES either. I've painted these kids as they really are, in sharp black and white (and very often in blood red). Stark and stinking, and intended to scare the hell out of you.

Nine O'Clock Shadow - Jack Trevor Story

An innocent man condemned to death...can Sexton Blake beat the clock?

SEXTON BLAKE LIBRARY NO. 407

FIRST PRINTING JUNE 1958

AMALGAMATED PRESS LONDON, UK

COVER ART BY DE SETA

SKETCHES FOR NOVEL BY ERIC PARKER

Harry Jukes was a rock'n roll Romeo, a coffee bar lizard - but was he a cop-killer

Espresso Jungle - W. Howard Baker

SEXTON BLAKE LIBRARY No. 435

FLEETWAY PUBLICATIONS LTD 

FIRST PRINTING SEPTEMBER 1959

COVER ART BY SYMEONI AND MARC STONE

SKETCHES FOR NOVEL BY MARGARET HIGGINS

in an espresso cellar-club in Soho the Beat Generation hoodlums planned violence and terror

Too Late To Mend - Thomas Rainham

A story of teenage thuggery in London's East End

ARROW BOOKS 502

FIRST ARROW EDITION 1958

FIRST PUBLISHED IN HARDBACK BY HURST & BLACKETT LTD 1957

Smithy was a young thug who absorbed every bad influence and rejected every good one; at his school in London's East End he was in a special class for 'incorrigibles'-a class of hoodlums as ignorant and vicious as himself. When he leaves at fifteen, his sinister values are already formed. All he wants is easy money to spend on clothes and girls. From petty theft and fraud he graduates to robbery with violence; then, on the eve of his seventeenth birthday, comes disaster-he is involved in murder! Here is the horrifying story of young gangsters told with superb skill and deep feeling; you may dislike Smithy, but you will certainly not forget him.

Sinners Don't Cry! - R. C. Dickson

They searched for the sound. Tried to find it in the pain of their passion...the scream of her surrender...the rage of his rape...

PERIOD PUBLICATIONS M-102

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA, USA

FIRST PRINTING AUGUST 1961

SINNERS DON'T CRY -

Her life was one big roman candle. And when it exploded inside her she really came alive. She couldn't cry...she was too busy living. She wasn't sorry for what she was doing...only for what she wasn't doing.

Like this novel sings, man. Like it's alive. Make the scene on tour with a velvet-throated thrush with a golden body in front of a mad group of jazz-men who take their kicks where they find them. 'Cause that's livin'. Real livin.'

Hotrod Sinners - Don Elliott

Wanton Paula Was the Passion-Prize at The End Of the Race!

BEDSIDE BOOKS 1222

NEW YORK, USA

FIRST PRINTING 1962

HOTROD GIRL.....

Hold the stick low, tromp down on the pedal, and listen to it winding out! Listen to the roar in your ears! Was it a wheel he clutched in his hands, or was it Paula? Whip up through the gears, listen to the engine-throb steady down to a sweet hum as the miles shot backward under the hurtling wheels! Was it a cut-down car, its horn blaring the clumsy stockers off the road, or was it the lust-spell Paula wove? Did he know? Did he care? Or was he - were all the members of the hotrod gang - going to blast themselves to sinful, endless, lust-burned hell in the passion-clawed arms of the hot-eyed

...GANG WITCH!