Buck Rogers adj.

Chinese Charlie — Hey, nix on that. You can’t pull that Buck Rogers stuff on this program.

He trails a scientific criminal, all equipped with lethal gas and kindred Buck Rogers gadgets, who has stolen a device that gives him virtual control of the world.

I haven’t got so much as a Buck Rogers toy pistol to fight with.

This becomes less of a Buck Rogers dream when you consider that there are 30,000 foot-pounds of energy in a single pound of the compressed gas.

I am a mechanical engineer, a ballistician, a student of reaction engines… I won’t give an editor any Buck Rogers nonsense.

BUCK ROGERS STUFF What you are asked about when you mention stf to non-fans. ‘What, you read that crazy Buck Rogers stuff?’ Crazy is not used in the bopster connotation. When Philip Nowlan wrote (in the August '28 and March '29 issues of Amazing) about the adventures of Anthony Rogers, an American World War I pilot transferred to the XXV Century (via a mine cave-in followed by suspended animation), neither he nor editor Gernsback dreamed of the frightful curse they were releasing on the stfnal world’s public relations. Nowlan merely developed the idea that rocket guns (like the bazooka of 14 years later) and guerilla tactics would be hard for an enemy to handle with nothing but atomic weapons and aircraft, a thought which has occurred to modern military theorists too. Unhappily Captain Rogers lost his original Christianame and acquired the better-known one in a comic strip which was both the eponym and epitome of all the thud-and-blunder stf that ever poured from hackish typers, which is why you’re still likely to find people, sufficiently shocked, expressing their horror in the sentence quasi-quoted above.

It told of the government—!—developing a new process of waste disposal rivaling the old Buck Rogers disintegrator ray.

This is not—repeat, not—‘Buck Rogers stuff,’ suitable only for science-fiction stories, tv series, and Sunday-supplement material.

As late as 1960 parts of New York City were still DC, and would blow any normal radio sky-high. It was like plugging into a Buck Rogers ray gun.

‘Connie equates Andromeda with something she calls “that Buck Rogers stuff,” but we’re friends anyway.’ ‘Permit me to suggest that even Buck Rogers stuff is not Buck Rogers stuff,’ said Saul to Connie.