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SEXY AI WOMEN IN JUNGLE
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Jungle Woman (1944)
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Sheena: Queen of the Jungle cover art from Josh Burns, Carla Cohen and Celina
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by Doug Beekman
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Terra
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Alone at night in your bad state.
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SEXY AI WOMEN IN JUNGLE
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SHEENA QUEEN OF JUNGLE #1 cover art from RON LEARY, LUCIO PARRILLO & #3 from RON LEARY
RELEASE DATE 9/6/23
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Jann of the Jungle is without doubt my favourite of the postwar “jungle woman” titles of the 1940s and 1950s. For me, Jann is similar to Lorna the Jungle Queen, who has featured several times in this blog, in that she is less savage that Sheena, Rhula or Judy; more conventional than Tiger Girl or Cave Girl, but not a fully paid up member of the establishment like Nyoka. Inevitably a white woman, Jann started out as an American trapeze artist and animal trainer called Jane Hastings. Relocating to the the Congo, in search of a jungle heroine ancestor called “Jann”, Jane literally “goes native” adopting her grandmother’s name and takes to the jungle life, respecting and befriending the local African tribes as well as developing an uncanny rapport with the jungle wildlife. Like Lorna, Jann also becomes a proto-environmentalist, militantly defending the jungle way of life from assorted American and European poachers, diamond smugglers, renegades and occasional communist spies. Unlike Lorna however, Jann’s love interest is the rather hapless photographer and film maker, Pat Mahoney, who more often that not is the guy in distress who has to be rescued by his dominant girlfriend: quite unlike the sexist lunkhead Greg Knight poor Lorna is saddled with.
What I like about Jann is her strength, her feminism and her compassion. She always strikes me as an authentically female character, although written by a man. She never requires validation from, or rescue by, a male character and is a constant source of order in the jungle, whether that is through thwarting evil schemes by men who wish to exploit or distort nature, by utilising her peace-making skills to prevent inter-tribal conflict, or calming the animal kingdom when disturbed by human mischief or natural disasters. Jann, with her flowing black hair and sometimes terrifying primal stare, was often superbly illustrated too. The page featured here is from a story that is an example of many of the jungle woman’s traits mentioned above. I will probably post the whole story in the future and Jann will definitely make many more appearances in this blog.
Jann’s adventures appeared in all ten issues of Jungle Tales from 1954 to 1957, commencing with Jungle Tales #1 (September 1954) and were reprinted in her own title published by Atlas Comics. The stories were written and illustrated usually by Don Rico and Jay Scott Pike. The page featured here is from the story Killers of the Swamps! which appeared in Jann of the Jungle Vol 1, #17 (1957)
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adgp35 · 1 year
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The Birth of a Legend
No one was even watching anymore as Ralia brought in her naked and defeated male prisoner and bound him to the vertical posts of embedded spear shafts and bamboo uprights. The female warrior tied her beaten foe by his wrists, elbows and ankles to the structure while he moaned pitiably, all thoughts of resistance gone, all arrogant pride of the trespassing military stripped from him along with his weapons and uniform. Ralia looked at the sweat and blood streaked man contemptuously and raised her knife to strike his breast, but as she did so, her gaze was suddenly drawn to the campfires. So bored were her people by the procession of defeated government soldiers brought in and lashed to bamboo around the village by the victorious women, they did not even raise their heads to witness this young woman’s triumph over their enemy.
Ralia paused and then angrily flung her knife to the ground in disgust. She gazed at the bowed, utterly subdued head of her pathetic captive, still groaning to himself. “Those fools are not worth defending!” she spat out. “And you are not worth the mercy of a sacrificial death, slave!” Ralia removed her warrior’s head dress, threw it to the ground also and wandered away from the campfires, out of the village and towards the welcoming trees of the forest as some of the puzzled tribespeople stared after her, uncomprehending.
And so a legend was born…
Art by Bruce Minney
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