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Comet, v. 1, issue 2, March-April 1941
Page 20
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PAGE 20 THE COMET But aha! Korshak rushes over and rescues you just as the gorilla is about to stare you down. Korshak explaines that the "gentleman" who interferred is a guard they "picked up out on the west side" to keep intruders from the place. Two fans wearing the wrong kind of lapel pins tried to sneak in and were beaten to a pulp. Korshak takes you to a window and points out a smear five stories below where the two "fans" landed. Aha! At last something resembling sanity is restored. A tall skinny figure mounts a platform and bangs a gavel on the nearest solid surface. All is quiet, except for: Korshak telling another Confucius joke Vollheim and Lowndes arguing over the merits of 16th Century art Wilson and Avery and Bradbury fighting over a copy of [[underline]]The Planetoid[[end underline]] Fortier and Dikty sponsoring a cockroach race Hodgkins taking off his shoes and uttering loud sighs Freehafer selling sixteen fans a copy of Plaris -- the same copy Perdue starting a chain letter in Esperante Racic shouting the plot of "100,00 B.C." across the room Schmidt rattling pop bottles looking for 'strawberry' Speer putting a hunk of ice down Wright's back Wright telling the world what he thought of Speer's ancesors Roberds auctioning off copies of '[[underline]]Abbatoir[[end underline]]' Vidner sprinkling sand in the peanut-butter sandwiches Perri doing a chorus from the Russian Ballet atop the sandwich table Gilbert exhibiting a portable radio, turned to maximum volume, giving forth a swangy hillbilly "tune" Horning "bang-bang"ing with a toy ray-gun Merritt and Dean running a footrace around the hall The "madam" downstairs banging on her ceiling for quiet The gorilla exhibiting and shooting a few show-off rounds of his hip pistol The newstand man hawking Amazing Stories Pauley laughing at Korshak's joke - for the ninth time Kornbluth being embarrassed by a bomb he had smuggled in prematurely exploding, scattering parts of fans in all directions Tucker on the platform giving forth the welcome address Reisenberg behind him selling some author copy of [[underline]]Ad Astra[[end underline]] A bookie gliding along the rows taking pony bets Morojo screaming at the top of her lungs for an aspirin Aha! It was indeed quiet. But aha! This blissfull, peacfull quiet was at that moment shattered! Outside were heard the sirens and bells of the approaching fire brigade. Someone had "snuk" into the cloakroom, piled all the coats and hats on the floor, and set fire to them. Following this noise was another. The sound effect of a mass of cops dashing up flights of stairs Now of course, you expect only one ending: the noise of the key being turned in the "clink" upon a bunch of hoodlums........but you are going to be dissapointed. O. Henry Pong never lets his readers down. The convention went merrily on, for the cops only came as far as the floor below, where they raided the bagnio. If you like Pong, you will like Le Zombie which is only 3 for 10[[cent symbol]] from Bob Tucker - Box 269 - Bloomington, Illinois. Sample copies to new readers.
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PAGE 20 THE COMET But aha! Korshak rushes over and rescues you just as the gorilla is about to stare you down. Korshak explaines that the "gentleman" who interferred is a guard they "picked up out on the west side" to keep intruders from the place. Two fans wearing the wrong kind of lapel pins tried to sneak in and were beaten to a pulp. Korshak takes you to a window and points out a smear five stories below where the two "fans" landed. Aha! At last something resembling sanity is restored. A tall skinny figure mounts a platform and bangs a gavel on the nearest solid surface. All is quiet, except for: Korshak telling another Confucius joke Vollheim and Lowndes arguing over the merits of 16th Century art Wilson and Avery and Bradbury fighting over a copy of [[underline]]The Planetoid[[end underline]] Fortier and Dikty sponsoring a cockroach race Hodgkins taking off his shoes and uttering loud sighs Freehafer selling sixteen fans a copy of Plaris -- the same copy Perdue starting a chain letter in Esperante Racic shouting the plot of "100,00 B.C." across the room Schmidt rattling pop bottles looking for 'strawberry' Speer putting a hunk of ice down Wright's back Wright telling the world what he thought of Speer's ancesors Roberds auctioning off copies of '[[underline]]Abbatoir[[end underline]]' Vidner sprinkling sand in the peanut-butter sandwiches Perri doing a chorus from the Russian Ballet atop the sandwich table Gilbert exhibiting a portable radio, turned to maximum volume, giving forth a swangy hillbilly "tune" Horning "bang-bang"ing with a toy ray-gun Merritt and Dean running a footrace around the hall The "madam" downstairs banging on her ceiling for quiet The gorilla exhibiting and shooting a few show-off rounds of his hip pistol The newstand man hawking Amazing Stories Pauley laughing at Korshak's joke - for the ninth time Kornbluth being embarrassed by a bomb he had smuggled in prematurely exploding, scattering parts of fans in all directions Tucker on the platform giving forth the welcome address Reisenberg behind him selling some author copy of [[underline]]Ad Astra[[end underline]] A bookie gliding along the rows taking pony bets Morojo screaming at the top of her lungs for an aspirin Aha! It was indeed quiet. But aha! This blissfull, peacfull quiet was at that moment shattered! Outside were heard the sirens and bells of the approaching fire brigade. Someone had "snuk" into the cloakroom, piled all the coats and hats on the floor, and set fire to them. Following this noise was another. The sound effect of a mass of cops dashing up flights of stairs Now of course, you expect only one ending: the noise of the key being turned in the "clink" upon a bunch of hoodlums........but you are going to be dissapointed. O. Henry Pong never lets his readers down. The convention went merrily on, for the cops only came as far as the floor below, where they raided the bagnio. If you like Pong, you will like Le Zombie which is only 3 for 10[[cent symbol]] from Bob Tucker - Box 269 - Bloomington, Illinois. Sample copies to new readers.
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