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Fanfare, whole no. 10, December 1943
Page 19
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There was a stealthy rustle behind her. She sprang to her feet, & lit running. A huge rose-bush was creeping savagely upon her, & just behind came an evil-eyed tiger-lily. The trees were sidling in toward them. One lane was clear, but it was closing rapidly. With a scream to Rap she raced for it & plunged thru, just as a giant dandelion landed at her heels. Rap lifted her to her feet. They stood at the edge of a colossal bowl cut in the heart of the hills. It was packed with people of all sizes & shapes, staring reverently toward the center. As she watched, a murmur of awe swept like a great wind over the mighty throng, & far off over the heads of the people, Alicia caught a gleam of metal. "Follow me!" cried Rap excitedly. "This is worth seeing!" He hit the mob in the rear like a battering ram, with Alicia right behind him. When his momentum failed, he dropped on all fours & went scuttling off thru the legs of the crowd. Throwing the last of her dignity to the winds, Alicia followed. As they neared the center of the bowl, the worshippers were so closely packed that not even Rap could wriggle thru the rampart of legs that confronted him. Choosing a muscular calf, he sank his teeth to the roots. Something went rocketing away with a howl & he plunged thru the breach. Within five minutes they had reached the center. From a circle of crimson sward, planted thickly with blue poppies, rose a great white toad-stool. Round & round its foot circled an endless line of small green worms, each bearing a portable typewriter. Round & round they crawled in endless pursuit of each other. One was larger than the rest, & over his bewildered eyes were clamped a pair of horn-rimmed goggles. He seemed to be edging ever so slowly toward the center. Sitting on the top of the stool was a cherubic little man. In his hand he held a black quill. Before him was coiled a 20-foot cabbage-worm with the face & torso of an angel. Poised in her slender hands was a golden scroll. The minutes dragged past. As the hour neared, a breathless tenseness gripped the waiting millions. Somewhere a brazen gong sounded. Slowly the ebon quill was
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There was a stealthy rustle behind her. She sprang to her feet, & lit running. A huge rose-bush was creeping savagely upon her, & just behind came an evil-eyed tiger-lily. The trees were sidling in toward them. One lane was clear, but it was closing rapidly. With a scream to Rap she raced for it & plunged thru, just as a giant dandelion landed at her heels. Rap lifted her to her feet. They stood at the edge of a colossal bowl cut in the heart of the hills. It was packed with people of all sizes & shapes, staring reverently toward the center. As she watched, a murmur of awe swept like a great wind over the mighty throng, & far off over the heads of the people, Alicia caught a gleam of metal. "Follow me!" cried Rap excitedly. "This is worth seeing!" He hit the mob in the rear like a battering ram, with Alicia right behind him. When his momentum failed, he dropped on all fours & went scuttling off thru the legs of the crowd. Throwing the last of her dignity to the winds, Alicia followed. As they neared the center of the bowl, the worshippers were so closely packed that not even Rap could wriggle thru the rampart of legs that confronted him. Choosing a muscular calf, he sank his teeth to the roots. Something went rocketing away with a howl & he plunged thru the breach. Within five minutes they had reached the center. From a circle of crimson sward, planted thickly with blue poppies, rose a great white toad-stool. Round & round its foot circled an endless line of small green worms, each bearing a portable typewriter. Round & round they crawled in endless pursuit of each other. One was larger than the rest, & over his bewildered eyes were clamped a pair of horn-rimmed goggles. He seemed to be edging ever so slowly toward the center. Sitting on the top of the stool was a cherubic little man. In his hand he held a black quill. Before him was coiled a 20-foot cabbage-worm with the face & torso of an angel. Poised in her slender hands was a golden scroll. The minutes dragged past. As the hour neared, a breathless tenseness gripped the waiting millions. Somewhere a brazen gong sounded. Slowly the ebon quill was
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