I love to look at the artwork for these old Men’s magazines. Too bad they don’t print them anymore.
It was said in the business that the seller of these had 4 seconds to grab the eye of a passerby, so the covers were designed to grab you.
As a kid in the 1950’s I used to see these adventure magazines on the newstands with names like True, Stag, and Argosy, with covers depicting bare bosomed native babes doing everything from conducting human sacrifice to fighting off the Japs using machine guns.
My Dad didn’t read these but a school chum’s father did and it was worth going to his house to pore over not only these (one mag featured the arch villain `Heinrich Yamamoto’) but the ultimate forbidden fruit - Playboy!
But then, I figure that around 1957 there were literally millions of WWII vets who were still in their thirties, had seen many dangers & exotic places, and were now engrossed in the American dream of work, family, and a house located in the town of Dullsville. They were in need of an outlet for their adventuresome side. Niche market, I guess.