"A vicious beat like sharp gang boots clicking down the pavement."
As related in the pulp stories, Sheena was the orphaned daughter of missionaries, raised among the Abama tribe in the Belgian Congo by N’bid Ela (later called Ebid Ela), her witch-woman mentor. Becoming the tribe’s “matyenda”, or wise-woman/wizard, after N’bid Ela’s death, Sheena lives as a Jungle Queen among her people, along with her pet ape, “Chim” (who the author—though not the illustrator—apparently believes to be a small monkey). From the first page of the first story, in which Sheena steps naked from a jungle pool, shaking water from her golden hair, sunlight glistening on her statuesque, bronzed body, “James Anson Buck” carries his readers along as Sheena gets involved with a white trader and hunter named Rick Thorne (apparently displacing the hapless Bob) and battles an Arab freebooter and his minions, evil treasure hunters, a would-be tribal dictator, and has a brief run-in with a living dinosaur hidden away in a lost valley stockpiled with untold riches in precious ivory.
Sheena is a Punk Rocker
She, Sheena of the Jungle, the pulp-paged comics’ great white queen,
she, Sheena, born in slumped-out England, born
for young Will Eisner’s tabloid-writing scheme,
born of Jerry Eigner’s drawing, Eisner’s jiggle-in-the-jungle dream.
Reborn stateside nine months later (the money was better),
reborn a soft-core smash-hit shiksa, Jumbo Comics break-out dame.
Born first in the blur of Eisner’s novel-reading dreaming —
she, Sheena, born first in Rider Haggard’s one-hand-novel She.
Sheena born in the blur of the movie-goer’s dreaming
when Jeffrey Hyman (he’d drop Jeff, and go by Joey,
he’d drop Hyman, and then go by Ramone) caught her
in a seedy New York retro matinee:
kitsch TV for downtown’s nascent highbrow-lowbrow scene.
She, Sheena of the big screen, born Nellie McCalla,
born the butcher’s daughter (fifth of eight), she couldn’t stay
in dull Pawnee, hopped it from her butcher father,
hopped the train from dull Pawnee.
Reborn in chic L.A., she, Sheena, she’d drop “Nellie,”
pose for Vargas, pose it well and beach-front, pose it well, and not for free.
“I couldn’t act,” says Sheena, “but I could swing from trees.”
A pinned-up blonde, improbable as jungle queen,
improbable as her build, her frame, her curving fame, as in:
her 39-19-37, she, Sheena, a big-screen screen-test six-foot queen.
She, Sheena, born again when Jeffrey (call him Joey) made
his infinitely probable 2 minutes forty, his infinitely perfect
four-chord chart-this scheme. Teens drive it up to 81,
in England make that 23. The hopped-up numbers scream
they know it: Sheena is a punk rocker, Sheena is
a punk rocker, Sheena is a punk rocker now.
- Robert Archambeau
ela por ela.
"As the editor who resurrected SkateBoarder magazine in 1975, Bolster was like a "disc jockey feeding kids a new signal about the sport," said Peralta, who was a champion skateboarder when he met Bolster in the 1970s. "He had a lot to do with shaping the vision of what skateboarding was at that time all over the world."
Photographically, Bolster remained on the cutting edge for his entire career. He was among the first to use fish-eye lenses, motor-drive sequences and strobes while documenting California’s skateboarding culture.”