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Catalyst, issue 1, January 1943
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"You should worry," laughed Solomon. "You get a fat salary whether you work or not. Of all the soft jobs! Doing anything this afternoon, Doc?" "Nope. Just a couple tonsillectomies at ten and ten-thirty. Then I'm free for the day." "How about a round of golf, then?" invited Solomon. "See if you can beat my 73?" "Perfect 73, eh?" mused the doctor. "Hm! I could do that well with both hands tied behind me! About 3, then?" "Okay, Doc," agreed Solly. "See you at the club." THE MORNING WORE on. Routine cases came and went. Solomon sent out at half-past ten for his mid-morning lunch. then the grind of the marriage court went on. The great jurist thought wistfully of the green turf of the golf links. By then the buzzer interrupted his reverie. "Yes, Miss Jones?" "The men are here from the Homicide Bureau." "Oh, that case," snorted Solomon. "Show them in." Two burly dectectives came in with a mancled prisoner. Solomon made no attempt to conceal his distaste as the woman was seated. "You are Mrs. Madeline Shaw?" Solomon frowned. "Mrs. Shaw, you are charged with submitting to a criminal operation to escape motherhood. This, madam, is murder. Your only defense is that it was not convenient at this time for you to become a mother. The same excuse was used a year ago by a mother who murdered her eight-year-old daughter because her new husband didn't like the child, and it wasn't convenient for her to keep it. Legally, there is no difference in the two cases." "Being a married woman, Mrs. Shaw, you appealed your case to the Court of Human Relations. Had you been an unmarried woman, you would have been tried, convicted, and executed at once, as was the doctor who performed the operation. New America has no place in its society for child-murders. My only course is to remand you to the Homicide Court and recomment execution. Next case, please." As Solomon glanced over the brief describing the next case he frowned. As he read further his mobile face registered deep concern. At its conclusion, he paused awhile in deep thought before summoning the young couple. Then, with a shrug of resignation, he flipped the switch. "Please send in Angelo Spinetti and Olga Petroff, Miss Jones." The pair came in rather diffidently. Solomon smiled to reassure them. "Please be seated," he invited. "You young people are very much in love, of course?" began Solomon. "Very much, your honor," the girl answered promply. "You have lived together compatibly for the whole probationary period of twelve months." "Yes, sir." "So the report of the Eugencis Bureau indicates," averred Solomon. "That is why it distresses me to tell you that your
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"You should worry," laughed Solomon. "You get a fat salary whether you work or not. Of all the soft jobs! Doing anything this afternoon, Doc?" "Nope. Just a couple tonsillectomies at ten and ten-thirty. Then I'm free for the day." "How about a round of golf, then?" invited Solomon. "See if you can beat my 73?" "Perfect 73, eh?" mused the doctor. "Hm! I could do that well with both hands tied behind me! About 3, then?" "Okay, Doc," agreed Solly. "See you at the club." THE MORNING WORE on. Routine cases came and went. Solomon sent out at half-past ten for his mid-morning lunch. then the grind of the marriage court went on. The great jurist thought wistfully of the green turf of the golf links. By then the buzzer interrupted his reverie. "Yes, Miss Jones?" "The men are here from the Homicide Bureau." "Oh, that case," snorted Solomon. "Show them in." Two burly dectectives came in with a mancled prisoner. Solomon made no attempt to conceal his distaste as the woman was seated. "You are Mrs. Madeline Shaw?" Solomon frowned. "Mrs. Shaw, you are charged with submitting to a criminal operation to escape motherhood. This, madam, is murder. Your only defense is that it was not convenient at this time for you to become a mother. The same excuse was used a year ago by a mother who murdered her eight-year-old daughter because her new husband didn't like the child, and it wasn't convenient for her to keep it. Legally, there is no difference in the two cases." "Being a married woman, Mrs. Shaw, you appealed your case to the Court of Human Relations. Had you been an unmarried woman, you would have been tried, convicted, and executed at once, as was the doctor who performed the operation. New America has no place in its society for child-murders. My only course is to remand you to the Homicide Court and recomment execution. Next case, please." As Solomon glanced over the brief describing the next case he frowned. As he read further his mobile face registered deep concern. At its conclusion, he paused awhile in deep thought before summoning the young couple. Then, with a shrug of resignation, he flipped the switch. "Please send in Angelo Spinetti and Olga Petroff, Miss Jones." The pair came in rather diffidently. Solomon smiled to reassure them. "Please be seated," he invited. "You young people are very much in love, of course?" began Solomon. "Very much, your honor," the girl answered promply. "You have lived together compatibly for the whole probationary period of twelve months." "Yes, sir." "So the report of the Eugencis Bureau indicates," averred Solomon. "That is why it distresses me to tell you that your
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