My brother finds copies of these old pulp sci-fi magazines from time to time and sends them to me. This one is near falling apart, the edges of some pages crumbled when I turned them, but it is still readable. I always enjoy them. This issue includes a sci-fi farce involving a puckish character named Gleebs that I quite liked. The science facts (like the habitability of Venus or ancient civilizations on Mars) in some of these stories we know know is inaccurate, and, of course, all the protagonists are men (who smoke), but the overall outlook of many the stories remains quite forward thinking even today. ( )