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Southern Star, v. 1, issue 1, 1941
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SOUTHERN STAR Space Ships And Space War Page 27 get near me. I'm just as safe in my little spaceship as if I were in Church, heh, heh! Brrrr-ack! Brrrrrrrrrr-ack! I thumb my nose at you, and go scooting away across the universe at 500 miles per second. G-g-gosh! Where the heck are the brakes? How do I s-s-stop this th-th-thing? I wanna go home! You asked me about the water storage problem on a space ship. Eaxy; just manufacture what you need by a chemical reshuffling or recombining of atoms. Transmutation is already possible and air can be manufactured; so water will someday be possible. And there's a plot for you -- a mad scientist (mad as a wet hen) flooding the world. Hmmmmmmmm. With what -- water? Don't be a fool! With alcohol, of course! What good is water? And with that, I seem to have shot my wad. You asked for it and you got it. Let that teach you a lesson, Mac! McQueen: Yeah. Well, all right -- but I'm going to write you again, Butch! THE END _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ From The Chicago Rocket Field. Continued from Page 3. something may come of it. Only time will tell. Then, after visiting with Krupa, we returned to my house for dinner, and saw Reinsberg there. After dinner the three of us drove to the ship were Tullis was stationed, the U.S.S. Colefax. We had never been there before, so spent some time finding it among the docks. The Coast Guardsmen have every night off if they want it, and weekend liberty too, so when we found George, we packed him in the car and drove out to see Meyer and also Chuck Wright again. After a little visiting we drove out to see Bill Hamling. Bill wasn't home, so we left him a note telling him we'd been there. Then we departed and dropped Mark and George off. Doc and I proceeded downtown to pick up Mrs. Smith and we drove to my house. Then I took them to a swell soda house, and we all had a soda on me. Following that there were fond good-byes, and putting them on the road to Jackson, which is about 175 miles from Chicago, I left them. Since then we have had other fans visiting town, such as Mr. Cripps of Manhattan, Kansas; a science-fiction enthusiast who spent a few hours with me and a few dollars with M. Korshak (I'm a dual personality). Also I understand that Elmer Perdue was in town for a few minutes some days ago, on his way from Washington, D.C. to his home in Casper, Wyoming. Elmer is Official Editor of the FAPA, and in that capacity stopped off in Bloomington to consult with Bob Tucker, President of that organization. Not wishing to go the rounds with the Chicago fans he did not disclose his identity, and stayed in the bus-station while waiting for his Bloomington bus. That about sums things up, I guess, as far as the recent activities of the Chicago fans are concerned. Of course there is the usual exchange of visits between the fans, and the calls on Palmer, but outside of that things are pretty normal. Chicago lost an edition to her happy family when Robert Moore Williams left for his home town, St. Louis, Mo. a few weeks back. Also George Tullis is temporarily in Milwaukee. Such is the life of a sailor. He and Donn Brazier have been seeing a lot of each other. That seems to be about all the dirt in my little black book, so if you don't mind excusing me, I think I'll turn in now. So long, then.
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SOUTHERN STAR Space Ships And Space War Page 27 get near me. I'm just as safe in my little spaceship as if I were in Church, heh, heh! Brrrr-ack! Brrrrrrrrrr-ack! I thumb my nose at you, and go scooting away across the universe at 500 miles per second. G-g-gosh! Where the heck are the brakes? How do I s-s-stop this th-th-thing? I wanna go home! You asked me about the water storage problem on a space ship. Eaxy; just manufacture what you need by a chemical reshuffling or recombining of atoms. Transmutation is already possible and air can be manufactured; so water will someday be possible. And there's a plot for you -- a mad scientist (mad as a wet hen) flooding the world. Hmmmmmmmm. With what -- water? Don't be a fool! With alcohol, of course! What good is water? And with that, I seem to have shot my wad. You asked for it and you got it. Let that teach you a lesson, Mac! McQueen: Yeah. Well, all right -- but I'm going to write you again, Butch! THE END _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ From The Chicago Rocket Field. Continued from Page 3. something may come of it. Only time will tell. Then, after visiting with Krupa, we returned to my house for dinner, and saw Reinsberg there. After dinner the three of us drove to the ship were Tullis was stationed, the U.S.S. Colefax. We had never been there before, so spent some time finding it among the docks. The Coast Guardsmen have every night off if they want it, and weekend liberty too, so when we found George, we packed him in the car and drove out to see Meyer and also Chuck Wright again. After a little visiting we drove out to see Bill Hamling. Bill wasn't home, so we left him a note telling him we'd been there. Then we departed and dropped Mark and George off. Doc and I proceeded downtown to pick up Mrs. Smith and we drove to my house. Then I took them to a swell soda house, and we all had a soda on me. Following that there were fond good-byes, and putting them on the road to Jackson, which is about 175 miles from Chicago, I left them. Since then we have had other fans visiting town, such as Mr. Cripps of Manhattan, Kansas; a science-fiction enthusiast who spent a few hours with me and a few dollars with M. Korshak (I'm a dual personality). Also I understand that Elmer Perdue was in town for a few minutes some days ago, on his way from Washington, D.C. to his home in Casper, Wyoming. Elmer is Official Editor of the FAPA, and in that capacity stopped off in Bloomington to consult with Bob Tucker, President of that organization. Not wishing to go the rounds with the Chicago fans he did not disclose his identity, and stayed in the bus-station while waiting for his Bloomington bus. That about sums things up, I guess, as far as the recent activities of the Chicago fans are concerned. Of course there is the usual exchange of visits between the fans, and the calls on Palmer, but outside of that things are pretty normal. Chicago lost an edition to her happy family when Robert Moore Williams left for his home town, St. Louis, Mo. a few weeks back. Also George Tullis is temporarily in Milwaukee. Such is the life of a sailor. He and Donn Brazier have been seeing a lot of each other. That seems to be about all the dirt in my little black book, so if you don't mind excusing me, I think I'll turn in now. So long, then.
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