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D'Journal, v. 1, issue 1, January 1939
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"MONSTER MAKES MAN IN TEST TUBE" by Walter Fleming The thing tinkered tinnily, timelessly, thruout the tepid weary week, working wearily, woefully, wonderingly without waiting to take time to throw to the throbbing throat tiny tips of food. Weak from fatigue, the hideious creature drooled over its scores of test tubes. seeking, ever seeking that elusive something that evaded his ten nimble tenacles. What was the monster of Mars seeking? Prosperity? A good five cent cigar? No. It was seeking to create a man! A MAN! pupils, think of that! There in his secluded laboratory, far under the sea, dwelt the savant Thigamajig and his good wife, Mrs. Thigamajig. Mr. Thigamajig was in the midst of a hard years labor. He was seeking the formulae for making a man! Oh, of course the world warned him. They told him tales of what would happen if the man got loose and set about their world destroying life, wrecking property. they begged him to cease his studies, abandon his attempts to create a Man! But he would not listen. Thigamajig tinkered timelessly thruout thousands of clock ticks, looking for that elusive spark. And there, pupils, we will take up the story. Now, it seems that this good scientist had a daughter. Oh, she was a beaut. And in the nearby undersea village there was published a small weekly newspaper, on which there was an ambitious reporter. Ah, you begin to see connections? Think nothing of it, so has ever stf author since Jules Verne. Well, anyhow scientist Thigamajig tinkered timelessly with his test tubes trying to foment a man. And this reporter kept courting the scientists daughter. Naturally, the daughter was scared of her fathers handiwork, once even threatened to leave home, but he would not quit his terrible tinkering. So daughter told the reporter about it, and he vowed to protect her from the creatures of the cosmos! Well, one day there was an unusual feeling in the air. As is something was due to happen. Like a man springing from a monsters testtube for instance. Daughter bustled around the house afraid of her own shadow. The reporter bustled around the house afraid to lose sight of daughters shadow. Mrs. Thigamajig bustled around the house. And scientist Thigamajig tinkered timelessly with his test tubes, unaware of the fateful thing was even now fomenting in his #2 tube.! Isnt it becoming exciting pupils? And then it happened! There was a great BOOM, like a stove pipe falling down all over a clean parlor rug, and the undersea house shook and the laboratory shook and daughter shook and reporter shook and even Mrs. Thigamajig shook. But not the scientist. He was deaf and didnt hear the boom. He continued tinkering timelessly with the tubes on the other end of the bench. But, meanwhile, out of tube #2, there popped: A MAN!!! HORRORS! A MAN! oh, what a fateful day! Horrors! Mrs. Thigamajig took one glimpse and packed her suitcase and went back home to mother. The reporter took one look and packed his suitcase and eloped with the daughter who after taking one look packed her overnight bag and eloped with the reporter. But not Mr. Thigamajig, no sir, not his stout heart quivered. For he was blinde, and he went right ahead tinkering timelessly with his test tubes. And then, pupils, the man spoke: "Hey buddy, gotta cigarette?" it craoked casually, confidentlly. But scientist Thigamajig faltered not, stout heart, but went on tinkering timelessly with his test tubes, for he didnt smoke. (END)
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"MONSTER MAKES MAN IN TEST TUBE" by Walter Fleming The thing tinkered tinnily, timelessly, thruout the tepid weary week, working wearily, woefully, wonderingly without waiting to take time to throw to the throbbing throat tiny tips of food. Weak from fatigue, the hideious creature drooled over its scores of test tubes. seeking, ever seeking that elusive something that evaded his ten nimble tenacles. What was the monster of Mars seeking? Prosperity? A good five cent cigar? No. It was seeking to create a man! A MAN! pupils, think of that! There in his secluded laboratory, far under the sea, dwelt the savant Thigamajig and his good wife, Mrs. Thigamajig. Mr. Thigamajig was in the midst of a hard years labor. He was seeking the formulae for making a man! Oh, of course the world warned him. They told him tales of what would happen if the man got loose and set about their world destroying life, wrecking property. they begged him to cease his studies, abandon his attempts to create a Man! But he would not listen. Thigamajig tinkered timelessly thruout thousands of clock ticks, looking for that elusive spark. And there, pupils, we will take up the story. Now, it seems that this good scientist had a daughter. Oh, she was a beaut. And in the nearby undersea village there was published a small weekly newspaper, on which there was an ambitious reporter. Ah, you begin to see connections? Think nothing of it, so has ever stf author since Jules Verne. Well, anyhow scientist Thigamajig tinkered timelessly with his test tubes trying to foment a man. And this reporter kept courting the scientists daughter. Naturally, the daughter was scared of her fathers handiwork, once even threatened to leave home, but he would not quit his terrible tinkering. So daughter told the reporter about it, and he vowed to protect her from the creatures of the cosmos! Well, one day there was an unusual feeling in the air. As is something was due to happen. Like a man springing from a monsters testtube for instance. Daughter bustled around the house afraid of her own shadow. The reporter bustled around the house afraid to lose sight of daughters shadow. Mrs. Thigamajig bustled around the house. And scientist Thigamajig tinkered timelessly with his test tubes, unaware of the fateful thing was even now fomenting in his #2 tube.! Isnt it becoming exciting pupils? And then it happened! There was a great BOOM, like a stove pipe falling down all over a clean parlor rug, and the undersea house shook and the laboratory shook and daughter shook and reporter shook and even Mrs. Thigamajig shook. But not the scientist. He was deaf and didnt hear the boom. He continued tinkering timelessly with the tubes on the other end of the bench. But, meanwhile, out of tube #2, there popped: A MAN!!! HORRORS! A MAN! oh, what a fateful day! Horrors! Mrs. Thigamajig took one glimpse and packed her suitcase and went back home to mother. The reporter took one look and packed his suitcase and eloped with the daughter who after taking one look packed her overnight bag and eloped with the reporter. But not Mr. Thigamajig, no sir, not his stout heart quivered. For he was blinde, and he went right ahead tinkering timelessly with his test tubes. And then, pupils, the man spoke: "Hey buddy, gotta cigarette?" it craoked casually, confidentlly. But scientist Thigamajig faltered not, stout heart, but went on tinkering timelessly with his test tubes, for he didnt smoke. (END)
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