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Spacewarp, v. 3, issue 4, July 1948
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THE GREAT STF BROADCAST WALLY WEBER Luna looked deliciously bewildered as she viewed the backward scene before her. People were running away from the displaced camp of the arrior-women in all directions -- backwards. One of the onlookers appeared to have carefully spread a number of magazines on the sidewalk, stood up, and then watched the magazines leap from the sidewalk into a neat pile in his arms. "you sure fixed things," snapped Starr. "Now we are reversed in the time stream!" "Well, that can be fixed easily enough," said Luna confidently. "All we have to do is start the time-machine again and turn the dial all of the way around in the opposite direction." She turned and walked briskly back into the dome followed closely by a scornful Starr. Once again Luna's hairpin came into play and in an instant the machine was humming contentedly. The dial was turned completely around and the machine duplicated its electrical acrobatics of a few moments ago. When the sickening shif was completed, the two girls staggered to the door and looked out. This time everything was in the correct order; the crowd was gathering instead of of thinning and people were moving forward instead of backward. In fact a rather annoyed policeman was walking very forward at that particular instant. "Kindly tell me what you think you are doing," growled the officer of the law. "We are attending the Torcon," announced Luna happily as she gazed about the Toronto street at familiar faces. "You see, my husband writes science-fiction, and her boss," she indicated Starr, "is -- or rather was -- the editor of Frankly Incredible Tales of Science, better know among fans as FITS." The policeman seemed bothered by something. "Look," he said patiently, "I can take so much; but too much is enough!" His voice rose a bit. "Today has been the most hectic day of my entire life!" His tone became suddenly confidential, as if he was revealing a secret. "You know for the last four hours there has been a prade of lunatics around this part of Toronto that has been driving me nuts. People walking around in cellophane costumes; people advertising an alcoholic Ghod; people running around with petitions against magazines; and --" his voice choked, "PEOPLE THAT APPEAR OUT OF THIN AIR WITH PLASTIC DOMES THA BLOCK TRAFFIC! "Oh, these are just the houses of the warrior-women," explained Starr cheerfully. "And we just came out of the past with a time-machine." The policeman managed a green sort of smile. "But the traffic--" he mumbled weakly. "That's your job," replied Luna sternly. "What is more important to the world, traffic or the Torcon?" asked Starr impatiently. Then the two girls turned away and headed for the dome where Upperberth, von Heine, Bill Storm and JaClem were having a fine time with the aid of the cooperative warrior-women. The police officer, quite at a loss as to what to do, followed them. Interested fans 9
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THE GREAT STF BROADCAST WALLY WEBER Luna looked deliciously bewildered as she viewed the backward scene before her. People were running away from the displaced camp of the arrior-women in all directions -- backwards. One of the onlookers appeared to have carefully spread a number of magazines on the sidewalk, stood up, and then watched the magazines leap from the sidewalk into a neat pile in his arms. "you sure fixed things," snapped Starr. "Now we are reversed in the time stream!" "Well, that can be fixed easily enough," said Luna confidently. "All we have to do is start the time-machine again and turn the dial all of the way around in the opposite direction." She turned and walked briskly back into the dome followed closely by a scornful Starr. Once again Luna's hairpin came into play and in an instant the machine was humming contentedly. The dial was turned completely around and the machine duplicated its electrical acrobatics of a few moments ago. When the sickening shif was completed, the two girls staggered to the door and looked out. This time everything was in the correct order; the crowd was gathering instead of of thinning and people were moving forward instead of backward. In fact a rather annoyed policeman was walking very forward at that particular instant. "Kindly tell me what you think you are doing," growled the officer of the law. "We are attending the Torcon," announced Luna happily as she gazed about the Toronto street at familiar faces. "You see, my husband writes science-fiction, and her boss," she indicated Starr, "is -- or rather was -- the editor of Frankly Incredible Tales of Science, better know among fans as FITS." The policeman seemed bothered by something. "Look," he said patiently, "I can take so much; but too much is enough!" His voice rose a bit. "Today has been the most hectic day of my entire life!" His tone became suddenly confidential, as if he was revealing a secret. "You know for the last four hours there has been a prade of lunatics around this part of Toronto that has been driving me nuts. People walking around in cellophane costumes; people advertising an alcoholic Ghod; people running around with petitions against magazines; and --" his voice choked, "PEOPLE THAT APPEAR OUT OF THIN AIR WITH PLASTIC DOMES THA BLOCK TRAFFIC! "Oh, these are just the houses of the warrior-women," explained Starr cheerfully. "And we just came out of the past with a time-machine." The policeman managed a green sort of smile. "But the traffic--" he mumbled weakly. "That's your job," replied Luna sternly. "What is more important to the world, traffic or the Torcon?" asked Starr impatiently. Then the two girls turned away and headed for the dome where Upperberth, von Heine, Bill Storm and JaClem were having a fine time with the aid of the cooperative warrior-women. The police officer, quite at a loss as to what to do, followed them. Interested fans 9
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