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Tale of the 'Evans, v. 4, issue 1, January, 1946

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MY FAVORITE "WAR" STORY.

Two colored G.I.s were on a transport crossing the Pacific Ocean, and had been enroute for several days. The unending and apparently limitless spread of ocean finally got one of them. He would sta d at the rail for hours staring down at the sea. Finally he spoke to a fellow G.I.

"Man, man, that's certainly a lot of water 'tween here and there!"

"Yep," replied the other phlegmatically. "An' you is only lookin' at th' top of it, too."

DIABOLICUS

Out of the homung glept the sleening greer,
All frink and flooming in its voolusness,
It fleered into my sweenly glamous nier,
And ain me in its slanking moolus fess.

I kibbered in my waneful frile, and nelled
And flobbered that my ongret nurely flem,
While fleaber smope that frorried, plingent geld,
To graw me bawn to flevous burdegrem.

It's mootley xews blipped damun ryle and fleen,
It's felid creath my livvring bostels feup,
I keened and lemmed to dree, but rean and rean,
It slove . . and flunt . . and then it ate me up!

I GLOAT! I GLEE! (OTHERS SLOBBER!)

Shortly after it was written, my good friend Doc Smith presented me with the original typescript for "SECOND-STAGE LENSMEN", the copy which we fortunate ones had read and marked with our various suggestions during its preparation. Now I have this MSS most beautifully bound, in grey-leather (for the Grey Lensmen), the printing of the name and author in red (for Clarissa, the Red Lensmen). It is a beauty. I gloat!

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MY FAVORITE "WAR" STORY. Two colored G.I.s were on a transport crossing the Pacific Ocean, and had been enroute for several days. The unending and apparently limitless spread of ocean finally got one of them. He would sta d at the rail for hours staring down at the sea. Finally he spoke to a fellow G.I. "Man, man, that's certainly a lot of water 'tween here and there!" "Yep," replied the other phlegmatically. "An' you is only lookin' at th' top of it, too." DIABOLICUS Out of the homung glept the sleening greer, All frink and flooming in its voolusness, It fleered into my sweenly glamous nier, And ain me in its slanking moolus fess. I kibbered in my waneful frile, and nelled And flobbered that my ongret nurely flem, While fleaber smope that frorried, plingent geld, To graw me bawn to flevous burdegrem. It's mootley xews blipped damun ryle and fleen, It's felid creath my livvring bostels feup, I keened and lemmed to dree, but rean and rean, It slove . . and flunt . . and then it ate me up! I GLOAT! I GLEE! (OTHERS SLOBBER!) Shortly after it was written, my good friend Doc Smith presented me with the original typescript for "SECOND-STAGE LENSMEN", the copy which we fortunate ones had read and marked with our various suggestions during its preparation. Now I have this MSS most beautifully bound, in grey-leather (for the Grey Lensmen), the printing of the name and author in red (for Clarissa, the Red Lensmen). It is a beauty. I gloat!