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For decades *The Lost World* could be
seen only in an abridged version

about an hour in length. This edition
combines portions of eight prints

to present the most complete
reconstruction believed possible.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's
Stupendous Story of Adventure And Romance

THE LOST WORLD

By arrangement with
Watterson R. Rothacker

Introducting Sir Arthur Conan Doyle,
author of the story.

I have wrought my simple plan
If I give one hour of joy

To the boy who's half a man
Or the man who's half a boy.

LONDON

I have a presentiment that you
are going to propose, Ed.

I do wish you wouldn't, for this
are so much nicer as they are.

But why can't you love me, Gladys?
Now tell me what's amiss with me.

I will only marry a man of great deeds
and strange experiences

- a man who can look death in the face
without flinching!

In the office of the
/London-Record Journal

I want your legal advice. Profesor
Challenger threatens to sue my paper

for doubting his yarn
about live dinosaurs.

FAMOUS ZOOLOGISTS RETURNS FROM SOUTH
AMERICA WITHOUTH PROOFS OF STRANGE TALE

Profesor Challenger, well-known author
and scientist, has returned to London

with a strange tale of Mammoths, Pterodoctyls
and other prehistoric monsters

roaming at large somewhere on the upper
reaches of the Amazon. Unfortunately

for the professor's reputation for veracity,
he refuses to give the exact location of his alleged

discoveries, and still more unfortunately, the photographs
in his possession are so badly damaged

(when the Professor's canoe is said to have been
overturned) that they certainly cannot be acepted

as evidence in this case.

I believe Challenger is insane! He nearly
killed three reporters I sent to interview him today!

Mr. McArdle, couldn't you send me
on a dangerous assignment?

All I need is an opportunity -

You seem very anxious
to lose your life!

Have you been interviewing Challenger, Malone?

Don't apologize - hurry over to Zoological Hall
and cover Challenger's lecture.

Reporters are barred - but get in!

There's Sir John Roxton
- famous hunter and explorer.

He's here to check up on
Challenger's cock-and-bull story.

Well, Malone, we're in for
a lively session tonight.

- the students are out in force
to heckle old Challenger.

Challenger has made himself a public laughing
- stock by his tale about live dinosaurs!

What can he hope to gain by such lies?

The back country of the Amazon contains over
fifty thousand miles of unexplored water-ways.

Who can say what may be living in that jungle
- as vast as all Europe?

But how can Challenger's story be true?

These creatures have all been dead ten million years!

You might at least do him the justice
to hear him state his own case.

Reporters are barred-

if I show my press pass I'll get
kicked out. I wonder if you -

Gladly - I'll take you
in on my pass.

That's profesor Summerlee,
the eminent coleopterist.

- owing to lack of proofs, this
Society cannot sponsor Profesor

Challenger's statement, but is glad to afford
him this opportunity to state his case,

and, we trust, clear his name.

Bring on your mastodons!
Bring on your mammoths!

I will - if any of you spineless worms
are brave enough to go back with me

into the trackless jungles
where these monsters live!

I told you old Challenger
is sincere!

And I'm not here tonight to defend
my statements - but to demand that

a committee be formed to go back
to the Lost World with me -

Looks like a riot.
It's a beastly shame!

When dealing with undeveloped minds, it is
useless to appeal to reason - for they have none!

I am calling for volunteers!

Volunteers to face death - or worse
- for the sake of science.

I am sixty-seven years of age - but, because I think you are a liar and a fraud -

I accept your challenge, sir!

Accepted! Better an old fool -
than a young coward!

I'm neither a student nor a scientist - but I'd like to be counted in on this!

My friend, Sir John Roxton! Accepted!

Your record as a hunter of big game will
add weight to your testimony - if we return!

Professor Challenger,
I'd like to go on this expedition!

Probably the brain of a child
- but the body of an athlete.

Accepted. What is your name?

Edward E. Malone -

And Your occupation?

I-I'm a-a-er-a reporter, sir.
London-Record Journal.

Take me home - I've had enough of this!
Eleven Enmore Park, Kensington, West!

Professor Challenger, I've got to
go on this expedition! The girl

I'm engaged to won't marry me
until I've faced death or -

This man attacked me!

Do you give him in charge, sir?

No. I was to blame.
I intruded upon him.

Now, sir, can't we talk this expedition over sanely?
Sir John Roxton is a friend of mine-

Why didn't you mention that before?

You've hurt another nice young man!
I saw you from the dining room window!

If my husband gets abusive again -
just call me!

You betrayed a glimmer of intelligence just now
while talking to the policeman-

Sit down!

Do you want to join this expedition because
you believe my statements are true?

Austin!

Tell Miss White I wish to see her at once!

Have you shown Malone - the diary?

Property of Maple White?

BRONTOSAURUS

Miss Paula White -
daughter of poor Maple White -

the unfortunate explorer whose notebook you hold in your hands.

Miss White was her father's trained assistant.
She will tell you why she came to me.

I was in camp with jungle fever when my father

went up to explore that terrible plateau.

Carnivorous beast Allosaurus. Evidently already
almost externet even lea for I saw few of they.

A Living Brontosaurus

You mean that you actually saw living descendants of these monsters

that are supposed to have been dead for millions of years?

Yes, they were tremendous in size and ferocity.
Our bearers were so terrified they deserted-

carrying me back to the coast - leaving my father

marooned up there - with those beasts -

He would go - in spite of what we had - seen.

My husband promised to raise funds for a rescue party - but instead of

getting people to help him, he throws them out of windows and things!

Why, this is a great human interest story -

And even if my paper was not convinced of
the scientific value of your statements -

it might finance a rescue party provided
that the exclusive publication rights-

I'll swear not to send an article back
to my paper without your full approval, sir!

If Sir John Roxton will go with me -
I believe we can make my managing editor see this thing!

I'm sure you know why I am going on this
rescue party, Paula - don't you?

LIVERPOOL

AMAZON RIVER

I will not bore those whom this narrative
may reach by an account of our voyage.

Eventually we found ourselves in that no-man's-land
which is formed by the half-defined frontiers

between Peru, Brazil and Colombia.

The sealed map we promised Challenger to
not open untill we arrived here is only

a blank page. Excepting a miracle, our expedition
seems to have come to a premature end.

May I come in?

From henceforth I take command of this expedition.

Let it be clear that you are all
perfectly helpless without me!

If that mischievious beast is to go with us,
I remain behind!

Jocko knows which berries and roots in the forest
are edible, and which are poisonous

- he will be far more use to us than you, my dear sir!

RECORD

EXPLORERS REACH LAST
OUTPOST OF CIVILIZATION

Record-Journal Party Searching for Lost Scientist

to Make Way into Mystery World via Secret Rivers.

MAY NOT BE HEARD FROM AGAIN FOR MONTHS

It's a Brazilian sloth - they always walk
head downward. See the baby clinging to her?

Dear Mr. McArdle:
It is three weeks since we sent back the canoes

and tonight we are camping at the base
of the great plateau upon which

Maple White was marooned. Challenger
has guided us to this spot, and proven that

the Plateau is a fact - but we have no reason
to believe that any monsters are roaming

about up there. In fact, I don't think

They're not cubs - but full grown "spectacle bears"
- great camp followers.

Paula says her father felled one of the trees
on that pinnacle so that it dropped across

the chasm and made a bridge. You can still see the stump of the old tree.

In the morning we'll climb the pinnacle -
and drop the other tree over.

A Pterodactyl -

proving definitely that the statements
in poor Maple White's diary are true!

A Brontosaurus - feeding merely on leaves.

Perfectly harmless -
unless it happens to step on us.

Who would believe this! My elephant gun
might as well be a bean-shooter!

Great guns! We can't get back! We're prisoners
- exactly like Maple White!

That means our folk
are still alive!

What are you thinking of, Paula
- in this lost world of ours?

I was thinking if my father were still alive
- he would have seen our fire

- and come to us.

An Allosaurus - a meat-eater -
the most vicious pest of the ancient world.

The barrier might as well thistle-down
- and fire may not work with the next one

- we've got to find a safe camp!

Jocko will be mighty lonesome down here
without Miss. Paula - he climbed that big rock

this morning to get to her -
he can't bear that girl out of his sight!

I have an idea! After supper bring
all those hammocks into the tent!

We must establish camp here -
our only refuge from these monsters -

if we'll live long enough to search for your father.

Now that we've found these caves
we could live here the rest of our lives -

if we had some weapon capable
of making a dent in a dinosaur!

I am now inventing such a weapon.

We can't rest until every inch
of this plateau is explored!

It's miles in length -
your father may have found other caves -

When I release the tree it will
snap back with terrific force -

and by calculating the curve the rock will describe
as it rushes through the air-

A curve? Nonsense! Any school boy could tell you
the rock will describe a parabola.

A curve!

A parabola!

I was right - you
described a curve!

We'll work all night and make enough
ladder to get you in the morning.

Fine! But how in thunder do you expect
to get it up to us?

Bring Miss Paula to call Jocko -
he'll climb anything to get to her!

There's only a small cave above this -

but your father must be somewhere on the plateau
- it's impossible to get away!

Do you mean we are to be here -
always?

What difference does it make where we are Paula - so long as we are - together?

But your engagement to - Gadys?

Paula, dear, we're as cut off from the world
and its obligations and promises

as if we were on the moon.

I'm going to ask Professor Summerlee to marry us.
You know he used to be a minister.

Go hunt up the professors
- I have something to - tell Paula -.

A lovely specimen!

We'll stalk it and
observe its habits!

That dormant volcano is waking!
The whole plateau will be covered in lava!

But this has been going on for hours -
I'm afraid they're lost -

If they get back we must be here to show them
the way to the tunnel opening.

It's their only hope of escape!

The professors and Mr. Malone are safe -
they'll be here in a minute or two!

I certainly hope that mud holds!

We're back in the world
- and its obligations.

Why should we let Gladys
rob us of happiness, Paula?

I can't steal my happiness
from another woman.

I'm Major Hibbard, of the
Brazilian geodetic Survey.

Yesterday I saw a cloud of smoke
over the plateau -

And we smoked out quite a rat, Major!

I'd give my entrie personal fortune to
get that beast to London - alive!

I'll send for men to dredge out this stream
- built a steel cage and a raft -

and when the big rains come next month,
we might float your "rat" out!

If we once could get our raft
as far as the Amazon,

You could charter a steamer from there!

Later - In London.

Tonight you will not jeer -

for I have brought back
a living proof of my statements!

May I ask what you mean when you say "proof",
Professor Challenger?

A living Brontosaurus - nearly sixty feet long
from the nose to the tip of the tail!

Mr. Edward Malone, through whose efforts this expedition,

was financed, is now superintending the unloading
of the monster from the ship we chartered-

The message I have been expecting has come!

I'll inform you in a moment when and where
the Brontosaurus will be on view!

As we swung the cage out over the dock
the cables broke-

The fall smashed the cage - and it got out!
It's running wild - the streets are in an uproar!

My Brontosaurus has escaped! Keep off
the streets, untill I recapture it!

This is outrage -
we've been hoaxed again -

Challenger should be run out of town!

How d'ydo, Gladys.
You see I'm - back.

And, as you really owe it all to me,
I hope you'll forgive me - for not waiting.

My husband, Percy Potts.

May I ask what great stunt, what heroic
deed Mr. Potts performed -

to win you, Gladys?

That was just my girlish whim!

Percy is a clerk at a store, and has
never been out of London in his life!

Excuse me!

She didn't wait for me -
she's married!

That's Sir John Roxton
- sportsman.

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