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Wavelength, v. 1, issue 2, Summer 1941
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THERE'S NOTHING LIKE AN OLD FOOL by Raymond J. Sienkiewicz He smiled as he maneuvered the ship to a landing on Kamerport Flying Field. He'd proven that the old fogey of a doctor had been wrong in trying to ground him, John Gray, after he had spent thirty years in flying for the Space Navigation Commission. It was just too much. He had, had twenty-four hours yet to go on his license; so he had taken his ship out and left the Earth. After a week of traveling in the void, he had decided to land. Why not? It was necessary since he had broken the output tube on his ship's radio set Because of the "accident", he couldn't receive any calls on the set. Therefore, it wasn't his fault that he had not received the Commission's communication to return to Earth. Besides, he had already proven the doctor wrong. Hadn't his heart endured the strain of both escape and landing velocity without stopping? The very fact that he was alive proved his fitness. As he left his ship, the space-field attendant said, "Captain Gray, you are wanted at the Commission Building. Commandant Brown wishes to see you." Gray acknowledged this communication with a grunt and headed for the Commission Building. The meddling Commission had its nose in everything to do with space-navigation - issuance of pilot's licenses, control of spaceports and everything else. If it wasn't for the Commission's rule requiring physical examinations once a year he'd have no troubling about navigation. There was nothing wrong with his heart and he knew he was good for another ten or twenty years. After all, a man isn't old at fifty-seven. He'd reached the CB by this time and entered. Commandant Brown's secretary told him it was all right to enter the inner office. The commandant was awaiting his arrival. After Gray had sat down in the chair the officer held out for him, the Commandant started to speak. ( Continued on P. 6 ) BIRTH OF A PRO ( Continued from Page 4 ) ly exhausted the supply of grade-A fiction. ( Did someone say the first issue wasn't all grade-A? Well, maybe it wasn't, but it was a lot closer to it than the second and third. ) Consequently I had to take my own leavings for a month or two thereafter. The first issue went over pretty well as a whole. The artwork was pretty generally condemned - but I condemned it too. The better reg- ( Continued on P. 6 )
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THERE'S NOTHING LIKE AN OLD FOOL by Raymond J. Sienkiewicz He smiled as he maneuvered the ship to a landing on Kamerport Flying Field. He'd proven that the old fogey of a doctor had been wrong in trying to ground him, John Gray, after he had spent thirty years in flying for the Space Navigation Commission. It was just too much. He had, had twenty-four hours yet to go on his license; so he had taken his ship out and left the Earth. After a week of traveling in the void, he had decided to land. Why not? It was necessary since he had broken the output tube on his ship's radio set Because of the "accident", he couldn't receive any calls on the set. Therefore, it wasn't his fault that he had not received the Commission's communication to return to Earth. Besides, he had already proven the doctor wrong. Hadn't his heart endured the strain of both escape and landing velocity without stopping? The very fact that he was alive proved his fitness. As he left his ship, the space-field attendant said, "Captain Gray, you are wanted at the Commission Building. Commandant Brown wishes to see you." Gray acknowledged this communication with a grunt and headed for the Commission Building. The meddling Commission had its nose in everything to do with space-navigation - issuance of pilot's licenses, control of spaceports and everything else. If it wasn't for the Commission's rule requiring physical examinations once a year he'd have no troubling about navigation. There was nothing wrong with his heart and he knew he was good for another ten or twenty years. After all, a man isn't old at fifty-seven. He'd reached the CB by this time and entered. Commandant Brown's secretary told him it was all right to enter the inner office. The commandant was awaiting his arrival. After Gray had sat down in the chair the officer held out for him, the Commandant started to speak. ( Continued on P. 6 ) BIRTH OF A PRO ( Continued from Page 4 ) ly exhausted the supply of grade-A fiction. ( Did someone say the first issue wasn't all grade-A? Well, maybe it wasn't, but it was a lot closer to it than the second and third. ) Consequently I had to take my own leavings for a month or two thereafter. The first issue went over pretty well as a whole. The artwork was pretty generally condemned - but I condemned it too. The better reg- ( Continued on P. 6 )
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