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Fanfare, whole no. 10, December 1943

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"'4!'" shouts the Baron. It dodges us. We shoot past like a bat out of L. 'G' cries Hugo from the window. 'R' I sigh in relief. & then we begin to joggle!
   "It was the love-sick fellow, Campbell. He'd left a kink in one of the geodesics that threw a torque-vector into our potential field. In no time we cracked our matrix, stripped 2 operators, & blew out a whole bank of Q - numbers. With a howl of tensors we popped into a new dimension. There was a glare of red, white, & blue lite. Then everything went black as pitchblende, & we began jerking up & down like a bathysphere in a typhoon! 
   "Just then the cook comes in. He was a German from Chicago - Oscar Baum. 'T'? he inquires?
   "'9!' groans the Baron, looking green.
   "'Y?' demands the square-head, peeved. 
   "'8' grunts Smith, heaving up a pair of crooked parallels & an osculating plane. I picks up Rieman & shoves it in the cook's face. Half the appendix is bitten out. 
   "'C!' I yell above the noise of the Baron's indigestion. A lite dawns on his flat face. He points to the Baron, who's doubled up over his dials, & to Smith, who's lying flat on his face on the floor.
   "'O!' he beams. '6!'
   "'S' I hisses & slugs him. Just then Hugo staggers. He looks at me, at the cook, at Smith & the Baron. Horror begins to creep down past his nose.
   "'EE!' he screams.
   With one jump he's thru the porthole. I grab at him - stumble over Smith.... I'm sprawling in space. Everything goes pink. & here I am."
   Alicia simply gaped. Rap was on his feet gesturing frantically from behind the old man's back. Alicia ignord him.
   "What made the Baron sick?" she demanded. "Couldn't Smith take it? What did the cook give you for tea?"
   "Alphabet soup!" he yelled.
   With screaming brakes, something hit her amidships, as Rap cried out & the old man laughed crazily. She fainted. 
   As consciousness slowly returned, she became aware that she was sprawled across the saddle of a contraption like a technocrat's dream of Pegasus. A familiar back in

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28 "'4!'" shouts the Baron. It dodges us. We shoot past like a bat out of L. 'G' cries Hugo from the window. 'R' I sigh in relief. & then we begin to joggle! "It was the love-sick fellow, Campbell. He'd left a kink in one of the geodesics that threw a torque-vector into our potential field. In no time we cracked our matrix, stripped 2 operators, & blew out a whole bank of Q - numbers. With a howl of tensors we popped into a new dimension. There was a glare of red, white, & blue lite. Then everything went black as pitchblende, & we began jerking up & down like a bathysphere in a typhoon! "Just then the cook comes in. He was a German from Chicago - Oscar Baum. 'T'? he inquires? "'9!' groans the Baron, looking green. "'Y?' demands the square-head, peeved. "'8' grunts Smith, heaving up a pair of crooked parallels & an osculating plane. I picks up Rieman & shoves it in the cook's face. Half the appendix is bitten out. "'C!' I yell above the noise of the Baron's indigestion. A lite dawns on his flat face. He points to the Baron, who's doubled up over his dials, & to Smith, who's lying flat on his face on the floor. "'O!' he beams. '6!' "'S' I hisses & slugs him. Just then Hugo staggers. He looks at me, at the cook, at Smith & the Baron. Horror begins to creep down past his nose. "'EE!' he screams. With one jump he's thru the porthole. I grab at him - stumble over Smith.... I'm sprawling in space. Everything goes pink. & here I am." Alicia simply gaped. Rap was on his feet gesturing frantically from behind the old man's back. Alicia ignord him. "What made the Baron sick?" she demanded. "Couldn't Smith take it? What did the cook give you for tea?" "Alphabet soup!" he yelled. With screaming brakes, something hit her amidships, as Rap cried out & the old man laughed crazily. She fainted. As consciousness slowly returned, she became aware that she was sprawled across the saddle of a contraption like a technocrat's dream of Pegasus. A familiar back in