Title: Stand By For Mars!
Series: Tom Corbett, Space Cadet No.1
Author: Carey Rockwell
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Publisher: Lots Cave, Inc.
Length: 59,071 Words + Original Illustrations
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Classic Science Fiction at its best! Originally published in 1952, The Tom Corbett
adventures by Carey Rockwell paved the way for the way for the sci-
Remember when rockets were shaped like javelins with fins and being a "space cadet" was a good thing?
Revisit the days when spaceships were piloted "by the seat of the pants." When women
scientists invented the hyper-
eBook SERIES: Tom Corbett, Space Cadet
eBook TAGS Science Fiction, Tom Corbett, Space Cadet Academy, Action Sci-
Tom Corbett is the main character in a series of Tom Corbett — Space Cadet stories
that were depicted in television, radio, books, comic books, comic strips, coloring
The Tom Corbett universe partook of pseudo-
“Stand to, you rocket wash!”
A harsh, bull-
They saw a short, squat, heavily built man, wearing the scarlet uniform of the enlisted Solar Guard, staring down at them, his fists jammed into his hips and his feet spread wide apart. He stood there a moment, his sharp eyes flicking over the silent clusters, then slowly sauntered down the ramp toward them with a strangely light, catfooted tread.
“Form up! Column of fours!”
Almost before the echoes of the thunderous voice died down, the scattered groups of boys had formed themselves into four ragged lines along the platform.
Every year, for the last ten years, he had met the trains at the monorail station.
Every year, he had seen boys in their late teens, gathered from Earth, Mars and Venus,
three planets millions of miles apart. They were dressed in many different styles
of clothes; the loose flowing robes of the lads from the Martian deserts; the knee-
“All right now! Let's get squared away!” His voice was a little more friendly now. “My name's McKenny—Mike McKenny. Warrant Officer—Solar Guard. See these hash marks?”
He suddenly held out a thick arm that bulged against the tight red sleeve. From the
wrists to the elbow, the lines of boys could see a solid corrugation of white V-
“Each one of these marks represents four years in space,” he continued. “There's ten marks here and I intend making it an even dozen! And no bunch of Earthworms is going to make me lose the chance to get those last two by trying to make a space monkey out of me!”