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Spacewarp, v. 3, issue 4, July 1948

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were leaving the crowd to look over the time-machine.  Fortunately the fans did not have a hairpin to run the device with or the officedr might have been treated with a personal venture into time; a journey,  incidently, that he was in no condition to take.

Bill Storm started guiltily as his wife, Luna, entered the dome.  A surprised blonde looked from her place on the floor at the lap she had so recently occupied.  "Just thinking of you, dear," Bill managed.

"That lipstick on your face looks like it," his wife gritted.  "Anyway you won't have time for that sort of thing any more.  We are at the Torcon."
"The Torcon!" shouted the three men and JaClem in unison. Three more warrior-women hit the floor, JaClem being the only one whose interest in females rivalled his love for science-fiction. The three men rushed out of the hut, trampling the dazed policeman who had the misfortune to be in the doorway.

Outside, the men were met with a mighty cheer from the fen in the crowd and soon they were being carried down Yonge Street by the enthusiastic fans on their way to the convention. Behind them was left the camp of the warrior-women. Let Toronto figure out how to get rid of it.

At the convention, Upperberth and von Heine took over. They related their experiences with the transmitter and how it had been converted into a time-machine. Von Heine had invented the transmitter under the influence of "der true Gott" and could not remember just what he had done to get such a fantastic amount of power as the transmitter produced from the house current it ran on. Fortunately Upperberth had taken exhaustive notes during the transmitter's construction which covered everything from the fastening of the sodium crystal in the revolving force-field to the bottle-cap insulators and from these notes the scientists among the fans managed to piece together a general idea of how the device worked. Plans were being made to rebuild the transmitter, the original having been destroyed by the mob -- and begin broadcasting stf as soon as possible. Suddenly one of the scientists had an idea.

"Since we have so much output in this transmitter, why don't we broadcast our first program from out in space? We have enough power here to carry all the way to Sirius and back again."

At once the fans began to all talk. Obviously they thought it fitting that the first program be broadcast from space and all wanted to be the first to say so. One dissenting note was raised in the back of the room, however. "Say, how are we going to get out in space in the first place? No one has invented a spaceship yet." The room quieted as the fans and authors turned to glare hatefully at the practical member.

"Ach, how fevolting," said von Heine, putting the thoughts of the entire group into words. "Dot vun uf us mit such details iss bothered iss incredible." 

"Aw, leave him alone, he's just new here," said one fan, coming to the rescue.
"Well, I still want to know how you plan to do it," the new member said belligerently.

"Ohfergawdsake," howled the ex-rescuer, "but you're dumb. All we gotta do is pick any one of the methods of space travel we have read about in the prozines and use it."
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were leaving the crowd to look over the time-machine. Fortunately the fans did not have a hairpin to run the device with or the officedr might have been treated with a personal venture into time; a journey, incidently, that he was in no condition to take. Bill Storm started guiltily as his wife, Luna, entered the dome. A surprised blonde looked from her place on the floor at the lap she had so recently occupied. "Just thinking of you, dear," Bill managed. "That lipstick on your face looks like it," his wife gritted. "Anyway you won't have time for that sort of thing any more. We are at the Torcon." "The Torcon!" shouted the three men and JaClem in unison. Three more warrior-women hit the floor, JaClem being the only one whose interest in females rivalled his love for science-fiction. The three men rushed out of the hut, trampling the dazed policeman who had the misfortune to be in the doorway. Outside, the men were met with a mighty cheer from the fen in the crowd and soon they were being carried down Yonge Street by the enthusiastic fans on their way to the convention. Behind them was left the camp of the warrior-women. Let Toronto figure out how to get rid of it. At the convention, Upperberth and von Heine took over. They related their experiences with the transmitter and how it had been converted into a time-machine. Von Heine had invented the transmitter under the influence of "der true Gott" and could not remember just what he had done to get such a fantastic amount of power as the transmitter produced from the house current it ran on. Fortunately Upperberth had taken exhaustive notes during the transmitter's construction which covered everything from the fastening of the sodium crystal in the revolving force-field to the bottle-cap insulators and from these notes the scientists among the fans managed to piece together a general idea of how the device worked. Plans were being made to rebuild the transmitter, the original having been destroyed by the mob -- and begin broadcasting stf as soon as possible. Suddenly one of the scientists had an idea. "Since we have so much output in this transmitter, why don't we broadcast our first program from out in space? We have enough power here to carry all the way to Sirius and back again." At once the fans began to all talk. Obviously they thought it fitting that the first program be broadcast from space and all wanted to be the first to say so. One dissenting note was raised in the back of the room, however. "Say, how are we going to get out in space in the first place? No one has invented a spaceship yet." The room quieted as the fans and authors turned to glare hatefully at the practical member. "Ach, how fevolting," said von Heine, putting the thoughts of the entire group into words. "Dot vun uf us mit such details iss bothered iss incredible." "Aw, leave him alone, he's just new here," said one fan, coming to the rescue. "Well, I still want to know how you plan to do it," the new member said belligerently. "Ohfergawdsake," howled the ex-rescuer, "but you're dumb. All we gotta do is pick any one of the methods of space travel we have read about in the prozines and use it." 10