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Fanfare, whole no. 10, December 1943

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   Between them something moved -  a little man with a black mustache. He was waving frantically. It was H.G. Wells.
   "Is it mine?" he cried, "Is it my accelerator?"*
   The one-armed man picked him up by the scruff of the neck & dropped him in the other's tea-cup. "Shuddup!" he growled. Wells struggled violently for a moment & then subsided, floating gently on his back. Coils of steam went up from the hot tea. The dye in his coat was beginning to run...
   Down came the armored giant's fist. Wham! The saucers jumped.
   "Gulliver,"** he shouted, "you're a rat! You're a bum! You're scum that three planets wouldn't own & no editor can make you different with a coat of white-wash! Why you lizard, you need two authors to help you lick a sick girl."
   Gulliver rose to his feet. His face was crimson & his ear stuck out. He seemed ready to burst. 
   "Hawk Carse,"# he bellowed, "you are a (censored) fake! Two authors! You're a (censored) corporation. You are a goody-goody. You've never cracked a skull. You've never burnt a big-nose's guts! & as for that (censored) Chink, Ku Sui --"
   Carse stopped him short with a plate to the mouth. Lem retaliated with two biscuits & the sugar bowl. All bounced harmlessly off the other's helmet. Then with a heave, Carse lefte the heavy table & brot it down on Gulliver's skull. It split like tinfoil & hung like a wilted shirt-front over the outlaw's shoulders. With a howl of rage he rushed in, stumbling over the scattered tea-things.
   Alicia saw Wells scuttling away on all fours as fast as he could patter. With a crash that made her ears ring the giants met!
   The table bent up like a wall between them. Under it Gulliver's naked fist smashed thru Carse's armor. The other's mailed hand plunged into his stomach. With a whoosh of expelled breath they collapsed.
   Hawk Carse raised himself weakly on one elbow. 
   "Meanie!" he cried feebly.
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*The NEW one, of course.   **"Black Lem" Gulliver of McDermott & Miller, "the poor man's Hawk Carse."
# of Anthony Gilmore, "the poor man's Lem Gulliver".

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22 Between them something moved - a little man with a black mustache. He was waving frantically. It was H.G. Wells. "Is it mine?" he cried, "Is it my accelerator?"* The one-armed man picked him up by the scruff of the neck & dropped him in the other's tea-cup. "Shuddup!" he growled. Wells struggled violently for a moment & then subsided, floating gently on his back. Coils of steam went up from the hot tea. The dye in his coat was beginning to run... Down came the armored giant's fist. Wham! The saucers jumped. "Gulliver,"** he shouted, "you're a rat! You're a bum! You're scum that three planets wouldn't own & no editor can make you different with a coat of white-wash! Why you lizard, you need two authors to help you lick a sick girl." Gulliver rose to his feet. His face was crimson & his ear stuck out. He seemed ready to burst. "Hawk Carse,"# he bellowed, "you are a (censored) fake! Two authors! You're a (censored) corporation. You are a goody-goody. You've never cracked a skull. You've never burnt a big-nose's guts! & as for that (censored) Chink, Ku Sui --" Carse stopped him short with a plate to the mouth. Lem retaliated with two biscuits & the sugar bowl. All bounced harmlessly off the other's helmet. Then with a heave, Carse lefte the heavy table & brot it down on Gulliver's skull. It split like tinfoil & hung like a wilted shirt-front over the outlaw's shoulders. With a howl of rage he rushed in, stumbling over the scattered tea-things. Alicia saw Wells scuttling away on all fours as fast as he could patter. With a crash that made her ears ring the giants met! The table bent up like a wall between them. Under it Gulliver's naked fist smashed thru Carse's armor. The other's mailed hand plunged into his stomach. With a whoosh of expelled breath they collapsed. Hawk Carse raised himself weakly on one elbow. "Meanie!" he cried feebly. _____________________________________ *The NEW one, of course. **"Black Lem" Gulliver of McDermott & Miller, "the poor man's Hawk Carse." # of Anthony Gilmore, "the poor man's Lem Gulliver".