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Le Zombie, v. 4, issue 1, whole no. 36, January 1941

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(Sports Dept - cont.)

Rain clouds hovered over the Bowl as the All-Stars came to bat. Speers grounder thru Swisher's legs got him as far as first. Miske waited till the count was three and one against him then smote a wicked cripple into the fogbank which was creeping over the centerfield wall.. Rain was falling lightly as Reinsberg's soft roller made him an easy out, Perdue to Swisher, Moskowitz bounced a high one off the plate, and made first before a play could be made. Mist was beginning to veil the field and the Star-Treader's outfielders were becoming indistinct. Sykora sacrificed, sending Moskowitz to second. Ackerman grounded sharply to Daughety (( knife it!, yelled 4e )), who made a great barehanded stop, but Swisher dropped his throw and everyone was safe. The fogbank, grown denser, was now rolling in upon the infield as warner waited out a walk, despite vociferous protests protests from the Star-Treader bench that Koenig needed foglights. At a hasty conference of umpire and captains, it was decided to finish the game no matter what the weather. (( rainchecks drowned out!, yelled 4e )). Lowndes fouled several balls and worked his count to three and two before he hefted one into the thick center field fog. All the runners came galloping home and Lowndes was rounding third, when suddenly Tucker appeared out of the fog, holding the ball aloft. "I caught it!" he shouted triumphantly, "it dropped right in my glove." Immediately bedlam rocked the Bowl. "Fake, fake!" came from the stands; "T'aint so!" -- "Prove it!" howled the All-Stars, and those spectators nearest the diamond could just make out a know of struggling and gesticulating figures as the fog closed tightly down.

Out of the murk came strange cries and sounds, and presently, the noise of vague and indecisive conflict. Fan after fan among the serried ranks of the spectators poured down upon the field to participate in the battle rapidly developing. And the noise grew in volume, and more fans descended, untill the concrete seats stood nearly empty, and a confused mass of warring fans seethed over the field. The screams and shrieks of the wounded and dying made many a veteran sportswriter quake, up in the safety of the pressbox. And still the horrible warfare continued in fog and rain and darkness.

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When dawn broke clear and rosy the next morning, 40,000 lay dead upon the turf of the Rose Bowl, now drenched and dyed red with blood . The 10,000 battered, sickened survivors, bitter at heart found every last so-called "famous fan" among the dead, and with one voice swore off science fiction forever; and within two months every stf magazine published, derived of 50,000 readers, had ceased to exist ##

JOE FAN SAYS: "Hey Tuck! ... notice now that the fans, realizing it is impossible to oust Ackerman, no longer try to be #1 fan; but are content to concentrate on becoming Superman?"

GEMS FOUND IN THE PRESS, DEPT: We call your attention to the ' Correspondance Corner' in Fantastic Adventures. Such things as the following may be found there: (quote) "Jim Liachos ....Chicago, desires correspondants of either sex, ages 16 to 18, and will write concerning every thing."(unquote) Oh, Jim! Shame! *** (quote) "Wm Crisp...Los Angeles, wishes to hear from persons interested in discussing solutions regarding the opening of the human mind to the gaze of the public in all its phases, functions and vibratory pulsations." (unquote) We recommend Mr Crisp to look up the Shangri-La natives, whose minds are always more or less open to the public gaze. We glee.

Saving...

(Sports Dept - cont.) Rain clouds hovered over the Bowl as the All-Stars came to bat. Speers grounder thru Swisher's legs got him as far as first. Miske waited till the count was three and one against him then smote a wicked cripple into the fogbank which was creeping over the centerfield wall.. Rain was falling lightly as Reinsberg's soft roller made him an easy out, Perdue to Swisher, Moskowitz bounced a high one off the plate, and made first before a play could be made. Mist was beginning to veil the field and the Star-Treader's outfielders were becoming indistinct. Sykora sacrificed, sending Moskowitz to second. Ackerman grounded sharply to Daughety (( knife it!, yelled 4e )), who made a great barehanded stop, but Swisher dropped his throw and everyone was safe. The fogbank, grown denser, was now rolling in upon the infield as warner waited out a walk, despite vociferous protests protests from the Star-Treader bench that Koenig needed foglights. At a hasty conference of umpire and captains, it was decided to finish the game no matter what the weather. (( rainchecks drowned out!, yelled 4e )). Lowndes fouled several balls and worked his count to three and two before he hefted one into the thick center field fog. All the runners came galloping home and Lowndes was rounding third, when suddenly Tucker appeared out of the fog, holding the ball aloft. "I caught it!" he shouted triumphantly, "it dropped right in my glove." Immediately bedlam rocked the Bowl. "Fake, fake!" came from the stands; "T'aint so!" -- "Prove it!" howled the All-Stars, and those spectators nearest the diamond could just make out a know of struggling and gesticulating figures as the fog closed tightly down. Out of the murk came strange cries and sounds, and presently, the noise of vague and indecisive conflict. Fan after fan among the serried ranks of the spectators poured down upon the field to participate in the battle rapidly developing. And the noise grew in volume, and more fans descended, untill the concrete seats stood nearly empty, and a confused mass of warring fans seethed over the field. The screams and shrieks of the wounded and dying made many a veteran sportswriter quake, up in the safety of the pressbox. And still the horrible warfare continued in fog and rain and darkness. *** When dawn broke clear and rosy the next morning, 40,000 lay dead upon the turf of the Rose Bowl, now drenched and dyed red with blood . The 10,000 battered, sickened survivors, bitter at heart found every last so-called "famous fan" among the dead, and with one voice swore off science fiction forever; and within two months every stf magazine published, derived of 50,000 readers, had ceased to exist ## JOE FAN SAYS: "Hey Tuck! ... notice now that the fans, realizing it is impossible to oust Ackerman, no longer try to be #1 fan; but are content to concentrate on becoming Superman?" GEMS FOUND IN THE PRESS, DEPT: We call your attention to the ' Correspondance Corner' in Fantastic Adventures. Such things as the following may be found there: (quote) "Jim Liachos ....Chicago, desires correspondants of either sex, ages 16 to 18, and will write concerning every thing."(unquote) Oh, Jim! Shame! *** (quote) "Wm Crisp...Los Angeles, wishes to hear from persons interested in discussing solutions regarding the opening of the human mind to the gaze of the public in all its phases, functions and vibratory pulsations." (unquote) We recommend Mr Crisp to look up the Shangri-La natives, whose minds are always more or less open to the public gaze. We glee.