Straight from the arid plains of Sub Saharan Africa - or more specifically the bit where the rugged Malcolm Norton sits, with his bush hat pushed back, pipe in clenched jaw, fingers inscribing a mad tarantella over his keyboard as various film scripts, essays and the occasional letter to his boyhood idol Ian Kennedy are swiftly concocted, comes these beautiful scans.
Looking at the tawny hues of these pages you can almost feel the merciless lash from the heat of the inhospitable clime that is slowly rendering these treasured artifacts into close cousins of the dead sea scrolls.
However your task for today, as you gaze in wonderment at these pages is to identify the artists whose work enlivens these adventures from an otherwise lost era.
Three artists in total and all three stalwarts of boy's comics from the golden age of UK weekly comics.
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