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Spaceways, v. 4, issue 4, whole no. 27, April 1942
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8 ALTUR, THE AVENGER ponderously along its grim trail of execution; the bloodthirsty mob of citizens grew steadily larger, and the last few Krollus tried to escape the city. Altur leaned upon his great, dark-stained sword, beside the bloody body of a man, wearing white robes and a golden hood, and sent somber eyes out along the dismal streets above him. The last of the Krollus and Siers were dead, and now could the followers of the Holy Skrood worship as they pleased. He went down the avenue, then, sheathing his mighty sword and the twin dag-gers. The streets ahead were empty, save for bloody sprawling sacks that had once been men; and, as he walked, he brushed a weary hand across his eyes.... A nurse's face, a blurred, distant oval, was above him. He heard voices, dwindling and dying away, beside him; then a final spasm, that seemed to shatter his tortured, blazing Erth body into ten thousand flying splinters, caught him up. A moment later, the emaciated swollen body of George Carver, homeless tran-sient, was stilled forever. But somewhere, far out beyond the ken of earthly man, beyond the scope of man's instruments and lenses; in the planetary system known as Toroll, there swings a planet of purple seas called Otool. There strange and weird rites to the demon-gods are intoned in the harsh, croaking tongue of Buurbal and Tsadaam; there black cities tower in desolate deserts, and purpled seas lave the roots of orange and yellow leaved jungle. There, far out in the trackless wastelands of Otool, the heroic figure of a man, Altur, stands, his four arms flung up toward Tolak, giver of the Holy Skrood. For out there in the desert; beyond the basalt and gold city of Kooroothan; and beyond the lake of quicksilver, where the Rocks-That-Walk are found; beyond all of these, lie the ivory-domed palaces of Jurad, where always there is sweet music and every man is friend to his brother. [Centered] The End [Line break] [Centered] LET'S SWAP EFFIECIENTLY [Centered] (concluded from page 4) and balances. That's the secret of the whole system. Now let's see how it works out. Johnny sends Mary a 20c magazine and doesn't want anything in return just then. In his account book he has a page of all for Mary, with regular DR, CR, and BAL columns. In it he puts down DR 20c, and in the balance column shows that she owes him 20c. Not in cash, mind you, but 20c swap value. maybe a month later Mary sends him a 25c book. So he puts her down a 25c CR leaving her with a 5c swap value credit. Or maybe she sent only a 10c article; then she owes him 10c yet, or DR 10c. See how nice it works? You can swap with a hundred fellows and girls. You never get mixed up. You know at a moment's notice what you owe a certain one or what that one owes you. Even if you swap but once every six months you'll still have the accounts straight. You can't forget, you can't get mixed up, nobody fights because every person keeps books, and for Mary's page in Johnny's book there's a Johnny's page in Mary's book. This way everyone is cross-checked. If an error pops up it can be immediately corrected. This also means swapping can be all one-sided for weeks at a time and yet in the end will balance out. No-body can get gypped! Now, fellow fans, there's a swap system. Use if for a while and see if your swapping doesn't become a wonderful boon, a pleasure, instead of a headache with swaps getting mixed up, lost, forgotten. Take 'er from Widner and me--we know! [Centered] The ENd [Footnote] Interior illustrations this issue: Page five, Sherman Schultz. Lettering, page twenty-one, John L. Gergen. All other headings and cuts: Miss Ann O'Nemuss
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8 ALTUR, THE AVENGER ponderously along its grim trail of execution; the bloodthirsty mob of citizens grew steadily larger, and the last few Krollus tried to escape the city. Altur leaned upon his great, dark-stained sword, beside the bloody body of a man, wearing white robes and a golden hood, and sent somber eyes out along the dismal streets above him. The last of the Krollus and Siers were dead, and now could the followers of the Holy Skrood worship as they pleased. He went down the avenue, then, sheathing his mighty sword and the twin dag-gers. The streets ahead were empty, save for bloody sprawling sacks that had once been men; and, as he walked, he brushed a weary hand across his eyes.... A nurse's face, a blurred, distant oval, was above him. He heard voices, dwindling and dying away, beside him; then a final spasm, that seemed to shatter his tortured, blazing Erth body into ten thousand flying splinters, caught him up. A moment later, the emaciated swollen body of George Carver, homeless tran-sient, was stilled forever. But somewhere, far out beyond the ken of earthly man, beyond the scope of man's instruments and lenses; in the planetary system known as Toroll, there swings a planet of purple seas called Otool. There strange and weird rites to the demon-gods are intoned in the harsh, croaking tongue of Buurbal and Tsadaam; there black cities tower in desolate deserts, and purpled seas lave the roots of orange and yellow leaved jungle. There, far out in the trackless wastelands of Otool, the heroic figure of a man, Altur, stands, his four arms flung up toward Tolak, giver of the Holy Skrood. For out there in the desert; beyond the basalt and gold city of Kooroothan; and beyond the lake of quicksilver, where the Rocks-That-Walk are found; beyond all of these, lie the ivory-domed palaces of Jurad, where always there is sweet music and every man is friend to his brother. [Centered] The End [Line break] [Centered] LET'S SWAP EFFIECIENTLY [Centered] (concluded from page 4) and balances. That's the secret of the whole system. Now let's see how it works out. Johnny sends Mary a 20c magazine and doesn't want anything in return just then. In his account book he has a page of all for Mary, with regular DR, CR, and BAL columns. In it he puts down DR 20c, and in the balance column shows that she owes him 20c. Not in cash, mind you, but 20c swap value. maybe a month later Mary sends him a 25c book. So he puts her down a 25c CR leaving her with a 5c swap value credit. Or maybe she sent only a 10c article; then she owes him 10c yet, or DR 10c. See how nice it works? You can swap with a hundred fellows and girls. You never get mixed up. You know at a moment's notice what you owe a certain one or what that one owes you. Even if you swap but once every six months you'll still have the accounts straight. You can't forget, you can't get mixed up, nobody fights because every person keeps books, and for Mary's page in Johnny's book there's a Johnny's page in Mary's book. This way everyone is cross-checked. If an error pops up it can be immediately corrected. This also means swapping can be all one-sided for weeks at a time and yet in the end will balance out. No-body can get gypped! Now, fellow fans, there's a swap system. Use if for a while and see if your swapping doesn't become a wonderful boon, a pleasure, instead of a headache with swaps getting mixed up, lost, forgotten. Take 'er from Widner and me--we know! [Centered] The ENd [Footnote] Interior illustrations this issue: Page five, Sherman Schultz. Lettering, page twenty-one, John L. Gergen. All other headings and cuts: Miss Ann O'Nemuss
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