DIY History | Transcribe | Hevelin Fanzines | Fantasy Fan, v. 1, issue 7, March 1934

Transcribe
Translate

Fantasy Fan, v. 1, issue 7, March 1934

Page 107

March, 1934	THE FANTASY FAN					107

Nor would I come again
Back to the garish terrene hours;
For I am free of vaults unfathomable
And treasures lost from time:
With bat and vampire there
I flit through somber skies immersurable
Or fly adown the unending subterranes;
Mummied and ceremented,
I sit in councils of the kingly dead;
And oftentimes for vestiture I wear
The granite of great idols looming darkly
In atlantean fanes;
Or closely now and starkly
I cling as clings the attenuating air
About the ruins bare.


THE WORDS IN THE SKY
(A True Experience)
by Kenneth B. Pritchard

	On one evening in 1916, before the United States had entered the World War, I happened to be out with my mother.  The place was Bridgeport, Connecticut, near the corner of Main and State Streets.  The stars were shining, as usual, though I gave them no particular notice.
	We had turned the corner and traversed several feet, when I chanced to look up into the sky.  Lo and behold, the stars had formed themselves into one great patch in the heavens, in the form of letters, and those letters spelled words!
	I could read some, at the time, but I tugged at my mother's arm and asked her what it said.  I am hazy as to her answer.  Perhaps she told me that there was nothing there, or ignored the childish gesture entirely.  At any rate, I looked up again and the words were still there.  I don't believe that my mother even glanced at them.
	You are anxious to learn what it said?  Well, it took years for that memory to come back to me, but I now have it, in what I am fairly sure are the correct words.  The exact ones do not make any difference, for I am sure of their meaning.  The message in the sky read,"The United States of America will run red with blood!"
	A short time after peering at the stars, some invisible forces took hold of them.  The brilliant orbs were shifted as by a mighty hand.  They moved like checkers on a vast board.  And then, the stars ceased their journeyings; they were once more on their accustomed courses.  I lowered my head; the gigantic show was over!
	Delusion, you say?  I'm afraid I don't agree with you.

Saving...

March, 1934 THE FANTASY FAN 107 Nor would I come again Back to the garish terrene hours; For I am free of vaults unfathomable And treasures lost from time: With bat and vampire there I flit through somber skies immersurable Or fly adown the unending subterranes; Mummied and ceremented, I sit in councils of the kingly dead; And oftentimes for vestiture I wear The granite of great idols looming darkly In atlantean fanes; Or closely now and starkly I cling as clings the attenuating air About the ruins bare. THE WORDS IN THE SKY (A True Experience) by Kenneth B. Pritchard On one evening in 1916, before the United States had entered the World War, I happened to be out with my mother. The place was Bridgeport, Connecticut, near the corner of Main and State Streets. The stars were shining, as usual, though I gave them no particular notice. We had turned the corner and traversed several feet, when I chanced to look up into the sky. Lo and behold, the stars had formed themselves into one great patch in the heavens, in the form of letters, and those letters spelled words! I could read some, at the time, but I tugged at my mother's arm and asked her what it said. I am hazy as to her answer. Perhaps she told me that there was nothing there, or ignored the childish gesture entirely. At any rate, I looked up again and the words were still there. I don't believe that my mother even glanced at them. You are anxious to learn what it said? Well, it took years for that memory to come back to me, but I now have it, in what I am fairly sure are the correct words. The exact ones do not make any difference, for I am sure of their meaning. The message in the sky read,"The United States of America will run red with blood!" A short time after peering at the stars, some invisible forces took hold of them. The brilliant orbs were shifted as by a mighty hand. They moved like checkers on a vast board. And then, the stars ceased their journeyings; they were once more on their accustomed courses. I lowered my head; the gigantic show was over! Delusion, you say? I'm afraid I don't agree with you.