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Science Fiction Collector, v. 5, issue 1, May 1939
Page 24
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Page Twenty-Four -- Science Fiction Collector— exiled to the moon of mad atavism for starting the war of the weeds (I saw easy money In the munitions racket.) While watching the star parade -- I had time on my hands -- I suddenly found myself engulfed in the black vortex. Acting as Saturn's ringmaster I was mauled by an unruly renegade planet-fragment. After taking some dream-dust from Mars, I saw a vision of the Hydra, and in embarking speedily upon a cosmic quest for parts elsewhere I fell through a rift in infinity. Seeing a curtain - I looked beyond that curtain and I got my head cracked with a boudoir stool and that scientific procedure made me the roamer of the stars for some hours -~ and I always refer to the head-cracking incident as the time when space burst. Once, becoming lost in time, I trucked backward down the years at a month a minute... until the time-traveling stopped when I was but a wailing babe. On a visit to London, I lost my way in a Black fog, and it was only hours later, when the judgment sun dispersed the fog, that I came to a familiar place -- a protoplasmic station. And another trying time in my life was when the lords of 9018 were giving trouble -- but that didn't last long; we took the Flit to those super-intelligent termites. We urge each and everyone of our subscribers to send one dollar at once to Sam Moskowitz, 603 So. 11th St., Newark, N.J. for a year's membership in that sterling organization New Fandom. Remember the World Science Fiction Convention of 1939 will not be the last of New Fandom's endeavors. Your support, as an earnest science fiction fan, is needed.
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Page Twenty-Four -- Science Fiction Collector— exiled to the moon of mad atavism for starting the war of the weeds (I saw easy money In the munitions racket.) While watching the star parade -- I had time on my hands -- I suddenly found myself engulfed in the black vortex. Acting as Saturn's ringmaster I was mauled by an unruly renegade planet-fragment. After taking some dream-dust from Mars, I saw a vision of the Hydra, and in embarking speedily upon a cosmic quest for parts elsewhere I fell through a rift in infinity. Seeing a curtain - I looked beyond that curtain and I got my head cracked with a boudoir stool and that scientific procedure made me the roamer of the stars for some hours -~ and I always refer to the head-cracking incident as the time when space burst. Once, becoming lost in time, I trucked backward down the years at a month a minute... until the time-traveling stopped when I was but a wailing babe. On a visit to London, I lost my way in a Black fog, and it was only hours later, when the judgment sun dispersed the fog, that I came to a familiar place -- a protoplasmic station. And another trying time in my life was when the lords of 9018 were giving trouble -- but that didn't last long; we took the Flit to those super-intelligent termites. We urge each and everyone of our subscribers to send one dollar at once to Sam Moskowitz, 603 So. 11th St., Newark, N.J. for a year's membership in that sterling organization New Fandom. Remember the World Science Fiction Convention of 1939 will not be the last of New Fandom's endeavors. Your support, as an earnest science fiction fan, is needed.
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