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“I’m asking about the kid,” Root said. “What does she get out of it?”
“My fist in her ear if she asks as many questions as you do,” Pennant said. “You worry too much. Well, what do you say, Sultan?”
― Walter Kaylin, He-Men, Bag Men, and Nymphos: Classic Men's Adventure Magazine Stories

“Along with death trek and survival stories, yarns about tough cops who had embarked on county cleanups were surefire; also guaranteed to please were pieces that had anything to do with islands—storming them, hiding out on them, buying them at bargain rates, becoming GI king of them. (My favorite, written by the great Walter Kaylin, had to do with a seaman who took charge of one and went about ruling it while sitting on the shoulders of a weird little chum with whom he had washed ashore.)”
― Bruce Jay Friedman, Weasels Ripped My Flesh!: Two-Fisted Stories From Men's Adventure Magazines of the 1950s, '60s & '70s

“I edited that [men's adventure] stuff, I read it all. I went from that to The Saturday Evening Post. The very first day at the Post, I edited a piece by John O’Hara and Hannah Arendt. She said, ‘Come on, vat are you doink?’

“I said, ‘You’re okay Arendt, but you’re no Walter Kaylin.”
― Mel Shestack

“Her bosom filled the jacket like a pair of boxing gloves stuck inside it.”
― Walter Kaylin, He-Men, Bag Men, and Nymphos: Classic Men's Adventure Magazine Stories