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Snide, issue 2, February 1941
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fiddling with a slot-machine we happened to have in the ship, got his finger-nail caught in the gears. Quick-thinking, he put a nickel in the slot. The machine disgorged the jack-pot, Ginerton's finger-nail, and a pair of socks. He was saved- by the thin Earthly nickel he had had in his pocket! We all searched our pockets then for nickels. Barnay found a slug and a bottle-top, Parkers a hole. That was all. We hadn't though of taking money along to a planet where we couldn't possibly have any use for it. Strange, eh? It was ironic to reflect that a few jitneys then might have meant salvation. Barnay came back from fiddling one day with a bruised ear that Snarletti, his companion, had released from the machine with the slug. The very next hour, Parkers got his nose caught. That was the end of the bottletop. Who would be the next victim? Worse -- who cares? Mother's Day We went on robotlike, drinking, sleeping, eating. Actually, though, we were waiting- waiting for the [d. t s.?] Then one day, just six months ago, Parsen let out a yell. He had been reading some back mail that we had brought along when we left Earth. 'I've won! I've won the sweepstakes!' he shouted. [We?] turned our heads away quickly,
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fiddling with a slot-machine we happened to have in the ship, got his finger-nail caught in the gears. Quick-thinking, he put a nickel in the slot. The machine disgorged the jack-pot, Ginerton's finger-nail, and a pair of socks. He was saved- by the thin Earthly nickel he had had in his pocket! We all searched our pockets then for nickels. Barnay found a slug and a bottle-top, Parkers a hole. That was all. We hadn't though of taking money along to a planet where we couldn't possibly have any use for it. Strange, eh? It was ironic to reflect that a few jitneys then might have meant salvation. Barnay came back from fiddling one day with a bruised ear that Snarletti, his companion, had released from the machine with the slug. The very next hour, Parkers got his nose caught. That was the end of the bottletop. Who would be the next victim? Worse -- who cares? Mother's Day We went on robotlike, drinking, sleeping, eating. Actually, though, we were waiting- waiting for the [d. t s.?] Then one day, just six months ago, Parsen let out a yell. He had been reading some back mail that we had brought along when we left Earth. 'I've won! I've won the sweepstakes!' he shouted. [We?] turned our heads away quickly,
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