Barsoom

Tonight's exciting feature is Episode 5 of the Jake Samson Monster Hunter Adventure Serial, The Gods of War.

In tonight's action-packed adventure, as you have just heard, on Barsoom...

Texas Lucy, Edgar Rice Burroughs, Tars Tarkas, Clan Warlord Reh, and his mercenaries find themselves outnumbered by the vile, one-eyed, blue plant men of Mars while back on Earth.

our intrepid hero Jake Sampson has been double-crossed by the beautiful Dejah Thoris, wife to John Carter, hero of Edgar Rice Burroughs' Mars novels, and now finds himself again the prisoner of the diabolical Fu Manchu on the Bora Bora Islands.

Deja, open the vault and let my army of plant men in.

Yes, master.

Is that madman doing? He's brought an army of blue slant men from Barsoom to serve him.

The fiend.

Helium, June eighth, nineteen twenty-six.

My dear Mr. Burroughs, It was in the fall of nineteen seventeen at an officers' training camp that I first became acquainted with John Carter, Warlord of Barsoom, through the pages of your novel A Princess of Mars.

The story made a profound impression upon me, and while my better judgment assured me that it was but a highly imaginative piece of fiction, a suggestion of the verity of it pervaded my inner consciousness to such an extent that I found myself dreaming of Mars and John Carter, of Dejah Thoris, of Tars Tarkas, and of Woola, as they had been entities of my own experience rather than the figments of your imagination.

It is true that in those days of strenuous preparation there was little time for dreaming.

For the rest, it matters not as yet.

The time will come.

But why tell you what you already know? My salutations and my congratulations, the latter on your good fortune in having been chosen as the medium through which Earthmen shall become better acquainted with the manners and customs of Barsoom, against the time that they shall pass through space as easily as John Carter, and visit the scenes that he has described to them through you, as have I.

Your sincere friend, Ulysses Paxton, late Captain, Nth Infantry, U.S. Army.

John Carter being absent from Helium, a fast flyer had been dispatched to Duhor bearing an urgent request to Paxton to come at once to the Twin Cities and endeavor to determine if in truth the signals they were receiving actually originated upon the planet of his birth.

Upon his arrival at Helium, Paxton immediately recognized the Morse code signals, and no doubt was left in the minds of the Martian scientists that at last something tangible had been accomplished toward the solution of intercommunication between Jasoom and Barsoom.

Repeated attempts to transmit answering signals to Earth proved fruitless, and then the best minds of Helium settled down to the task of analyzing and reproducing the Gridley wave.

They felt that at last they had succeeded.

There also is the remnant of a white race, while the north polar regions are dominated by a race of yellow men.

In between the two poles, and scattered over all the arid wastelands of the dead sea bottoms, often inhabiting the ruined cities of another age, are the feared green hordes of Mars.

The terrible green warriors of Barsoom are the hereditary enemies of all the other races of this martial planet.

They are of heroic size, and in addition to being equipped with two legs and two arms apiece, they have an intermediary pair of limbs, which may be used at will either as arms or legs.

How do you do? he said in perfect English, with an unmistakable trace of a Southern accent.

Welcome to Barsoom.

My name is John Carter.

It's a small solar system by Alan Howard.

As they drew up beside the ledge upon which Thurid awaited them, he and the bow of the boat arose to step ashore, and then I saw that it was none other than Matah Shang, father of Therns.

The evident cordiality with which the two men exchanged greetings filled me with wonder, for the black and white men of Barsoom were hereditary enemies, nor ever before had I known of two meeting other than in battle.

Evidently the reverses that had recently overtaken both peoples had resulted in an alliance between these two individuals.

at least against the common enemy.

nature of our quest or the status of those we tracked.

This omission I now made haste to correct.

And, after the manner of green Martians with their beast, I let him know, partially by the weird and uncanny telepathy of Barsoom and partly by word of mouth, that we were upon the trail of those who had recently occupied the boat through which we had just passed.

A soft purr, like that of a great cat, indicated that Woola understood, and then, with a word to him to follow, I turned to the right along the ledge.

No. It's not.

So I would say the skeleton for this story is seen in Buck Rogers, Flash Garden, and back to 1912 with Edgar Rice Burroughs' Barsoom Tales, beginning with the compiled The Princess of Mars.

And I reckon you could trace its origins through 1726 and Gulliver's Travels.

And as this is John Crichton's story of his attempt to get home, you could also see shades of the Odyssey within its creation.

I can picture Gil Gerard playing this part.

Yeah.

Well, they're all based on the Barsoom

stuff,

Let it be recorded here to the shame of an Earth where reading for pleasure is virtually a lost pastime that not one man on the Goddard realized the significance of what followed." "How do you do?" he said in perfect English with an unmistakable trace of Southern accent.

"Welcome to Barsoom.

My name is John Carter." It's A Small Solar System by Alan Howard, recording by Pam Casteel.

Solomon's Orbit by William Carroll.