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Snide, issue 2, February 1941
Page 27
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STEPHANIE: Have you finished mentally undressing me ye? (To bald-headed man) I made a snap judgement and decided to give him a break. BALD-HEADED MAN (cackling): Has he got fleas, too? STEPHANIE: No, just pigeons. (Pulls feathers out of Klaxin's ear.) KLAXIN: Let's get outta here. If you've got an aeroplane I'll take you for a ride. Come, Josephine. STEPHANIE: Josephine, hell! Who is this wench? (Pulls stiletto out of her cape) I'll feed the hussy to my corpses. KLAXIN: Your corpses? Most people only have one. Hey! Put down that pig-sticker. I was roundaboutedly referring to an old song --. (Juke-box breaks into 'Come, Josephine, in My Flying-Machine', with Bing Crosby) That's the one. STEPHANIE: A likely story! (To Pohl) C'mon, panty-waist; let's take a walk. (Bald-headed man stands up and pulls three cockroaches out of his pocket, pins them to table, then takes hat from nearby drunk. Exit Stephanie, Pohl, R.) (Klaxin strolls over to juke-box, pushes Stop button.) BING CROSBY: ...we'll go up so high, up.. MAN IN SKULL CAP: Hey, sonny! Cut that out. Keep yer hands off that 'ere machine. KLAXIN: Go butter your bed, gran'pa. (Inserts nickel. Pushes button #13. Machine is suddenly thrust aside and in its place, up through the floor, comes a man in a scarlet cloak, seven feet tall, thin, with black moustache and goatee, arms folded across chest. He stares malevo 27
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STEPHANIE: Have you finished mentally undressing me ye? (To bald-headed man) I made a snap judgement and decided to give him a break. BALD-HEADED MAN (cackling): Has he got fleas, too? STEPHANIE: No, just pigeons. (Pulls feathers out of Klaxin's ear.) KLAXIN: Let's get outta here. If you've got an aeroplane I'll take you for a ride. Come, Josephine. STEPHANIE: Josephine, hell! Who is this wench? (Pulls stiletto out of her cape) I'll feed the hussy to my corpses. KLAXIN: Your corpses? Most people only have one. Hey! Put down that pig-sticker. I was roundaboutedly referring to an old song --. (Juke-box breaks into 'Come, Josephine, in My Flying-Machine', with Bing Crosby) That's the one. STEPHANIE: A likely story! (To Pohl) C'mon, panty-waist; let's take a walk. (Bald-headed man stands up and pulls three cockroaches out of his pocket, pins them to table, then takes hat from nearby drunk. Exit Stephanie, Pohl, R.) (Klaxin strolls over to juke-box, pushes Stop button.) BING CROSBY: ...we'll go up so high, up.. MAN IN SKULL CAP: Hey, sonny! Cut that out. Keep yer hands off that 'ere machine. KLAXIN: Go butter your bed, gran'pa. (Inserts nickel. Pushes button #13. Machine is suddenly thrust aside and in its place, up through the floor, comes a man in a scarlet cloak, seven feet tall, thin, with black moustache and goatee, arms folded across chest. He stares malevo 27
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