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Acolyte, v. 2, issue 2, whole no. 6, Spring 1944
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FIFTH COLUMN NANEK Shiri seated herself in the shade of the mulberry tree, mindful of the twigs and bird droppings, and scowled at the offending feeders. But before she could form a properly caustic remark, her friend Serge hurried in from the alley, furtive and wary of pace. "Pardon my sneak-thief approach, dear Shiri, but these stupid dolts of people can easily be arroused to the furry of a tropical storm. No precaution is too much trouble to take." "I know, Serge," Shiri replied, "but they serve our purpose. They feed and pamper us and protect us from our natural enemies. While we....we grow strong and wise in their ways. Our day will come." "Not in our time, surely, but before many generations. I almost wish we were imortal, as the foolish egyptians believed, so that we might live to see that glorious day." "Well, never mind that....how did the council go?" "Excellent! We are sending a delegation to Africa, to call on our allies there and inform them of our progress in America." "Good! But how.....?" "That is the easiest part. The stupidity of the pilots of the big army transports permits the stowing away of our ambassadores aboard them. And once there, it will be very simple." "Ah, the thought of it makes my heart beat high. But sometimes ...I am afraid that, but no, it is impossible..." "What do you mean, Shiri?" Serge demanded. "That SHE knows. She looks at me strangely at times, as if she half guessed that I am not what I seem to be." "Well, watch your step. Perhaps we can eliminate her without suspicion." "I have thought of that......there is one good way." "Yeth?" "The cellar steps are deep and narrow. The floor below is cement. If she should trip.....well, even if it did not kill her, there could be no blame settled on me." "It sounds fairly safe. I think you can manage it, clever person that you are. I would make an effort to bring about the...ah....accident quite soon though. There is no use taking chances with such as HER." "Very well then, it's as good as done," Shiri remarked slyly. "So, I must go now. But I shall call again soon to offer my regrets." "Yes, very soon," Shiri said thoughtfully. Serge left as he had come. Quickly and quietly. "A door opened and a voice called: "Come kitty, kitty. Come kitty." Shiri shrugged her shoulders and went in. THE KNANVE! THE KNANVE! Oh, they do such things and they say such things in THE KNANVE! THE KNANVE! I'll never go there anymore. (Old Drinking Song.) Read the latest madcap doings of The Seven Who Fled the L.A.S.F.S. No holds barred in the Knanve, which results in much confusion among those who get in the way of this out-of-control lawn mower. Drop a cahd to Phil Bronson, 1710 Arizona Abe., Santa Monica, California....then see what happens. -- 27 --
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FIFTH COLUMN NANEK Shiri seated herself in the shade of the mulberry tree, mindful of the twigs and bird droppings, and scowled at the offending feeders. But before she could form a properly caustic remark, her friend Serge hurried in from the alley, furtive and wary of pace. "Pardon my sneak-thief approach, dear Shiri, but these stupid dolts of people can easily be arroused to the furry of a tropical storm. No precaution is too much trouble to take." "I know, Serge," Shiri replied, "but they serve our purpose. They feed and pamper us and protect us from our natural enemies. While we....we grow strong and wise in their ways. Our day will come." "Not in our time, surely, but before many generations. I almost wish we were imortal, as the foolish egyptians believed, so that we might live to see that glorious day." "Well, never mind that....how did the council go?" "Excellent! We are sending a delegation to Africa, to call on our allies there and inform them of our progress in America." "Good! But how.....?" "That is the easiest part. The stupidity of the pilots of the big army transports permits the stowing away of our ambassadores aboard them. And once there, it will be very simple." "Ah, the thought of it makes my heart beat high. But sometimes ...I am afraid that, but no, it is impossible..." "What do you mean, Shiri?" Serge demanded. "That SHE knows. She looks at me strangely at times, as if she half guessed that I am not what I seem to be." "Well, watch your step. Perhaps we can eliminate her without suspicion." "I have thought of that......there is one good way." "Yeth?" "The cellar steps are deep and narrow. The floor below is cement. If she should trip.....well, even if it did not kill her, there could be no blame settled on me." "It sounds fairly safe. I think you can manage it, clever person that you are. I would make an effort to bring about the...ah....accident quite soon though. There is no use taking chances with such as HER." "Very well then, it's as good as done," Shiri remarked slyly. "So, I must go now. But I shall call again soon to offer my regrets." "Yes, very soon," Shiri said thoughtfully. Serge left as he had come. Quickly and quietly. "A door opened and a voice called: "Come kitty, kitty. Come kitty." Shiri shrugged her shoulders and went in. THE KNANVE! THE KNANVE! Oh, they do such things and they say such things in THE KNANVE! THE KNANVE! I'll never go there anymore. (Old Drinking Song.) Read the latest madcap doings of The Seven Who Fled the L.A.S.F.S. No holds barred in the Knanve, which results in much confusion among those who get in the way of this out-of-control lawn mower. Drop a cahd to Phil Bronson, 1710 Arizona Abe., Santa Monica, California....then see what happens. -- 27 --
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