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Banshee, whole no. 5, June 1944
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the METAMORPHOSIS of John Q. Spingtumper A PENDANT TO "BEHIND THE EDITORIAL DOOR" by PAUL H. SPENCER John Q. Spingtumper was roused from troubled sleep by the nerve-rending jangle of the bedside telephone. Wearily, only half-awake, the young man unhooked the receiver and carried it to his ear. "H'lo?" he murmured dully. "Is this John. Q. Spingtumper?" "I guesso." "This is J. Van Wyss Underheld, Editor-in0Chief of Star Publications, Inc. We have just purchased CRAZY STORIES, and in view of your long experience as a science fiction far--even though as they say, in the outer circle--we think we have a position for you. Managing editor. What do you say?" John was up on one elbow. "Repeat that, slowly." "We have just purchased CRAZY STORIES, the leading science fiction magazine, and since you have contributed so many letters to it---letters couched, if I may say so, in such dulcet tones--that we were under the impression that you are quite interesrted in the magazine, and with a good deal of background on ot. None of the boys around here will touch it--hrrrrrrrmph! what am I saying> I mean, we picked you, my dear sir, to take the helm of our new venture. As Managing Editor. John scratched his head. True, he'd been reading CRAZY STORIES for several years, and, true enough, he'd had many letters published in it (after the usual blue-pencilling omitting all the criticisms). But --gosh! Managing Editor! "Aw," he said heavily, letting his eyes droop shut, "don't kid me." "This is no joke, sir. We'll start you off very generously, too --say about thirty dollars per." "Thirty a week?" "Hah-hah! What a sense of humor! Thirty a month, of course. Ho-ho! And not only that, but there's a chance of a raise if the magazine goes over." John pondered. If this thing was really on the leavel --gosh,
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the METAMORPHOSIS of John Q. Spingtumper A PENDANT TO "BEHIND THE EDITORIAL DOOR" by PAUL H. SPENCER John Q. Spingtumper was roused from troubled sleep by the nerve-rending jangle of the bedside telephone. Wearily, only half-awake, the young man unhooked the receiver and carried it to his ear. "H'lo?" he murmured dully. "Is this John. Q. Spingtumper?" "I guesso." "This is J. Van Wyss Underheld, Editor-in0Chief of Star Publications, Inc. We have just purchased CRAZY STORIES, and in view of your long experience as a science fiction far--even though as they say, in the outer circle--we think we have a position for you. Managing editor. What do you say?" John was up on one elbow. "Repeat that, slowly." "We have just purchased CRAZY STORIES, the leading science fiction magazine, and since you have contributed so many letters to it---letters couched, if I may say so, in such dulcet tones--that we were under the impression that you are quite interesrted in the magazine, and with a good deal of background on ot. None of the boys around here will touch it--hrrrrrrrmph! what am I saying> I mean, we picked you, my dear sir, to take the helm of our new venture. As Managing Editor. John scratched his head. True, he'd been reading CRAZY STORIES for several years, and, true enough, he'd had many letters published in it (after the usual blue-pencilling omitting all the criticisms). But --gosh! Managing Editor! "Aw," he said heavily, letting his eyes droop shut, "don't kid me." "This is no joke, sir. We'll start you off very generously, too --say about thirty dollars per." "Thirty a week?" "Hah-hah! What a sense of humor! Thirty a month, of course. Ho-ho! And not only that, but there's a chance of a raise if the magazine goes over." John pondered. If this thing was really on the leavel --gosh,
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