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Imagination, v. 1, issue 7, whole no. 7, April 1938

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IMAGINATION! #7 38 [1938] Apr [April] 13

FORMULA FOR SUCCESSFOOL STF STORY By Ray Bradbury Ingredients: 1 scientist well frayd, grayd & bent

About 60 years old, has invented some supercolossal machine that can warp time or destroy matter--take your choice.

Then add a gob of mathematical equations & problems, 100 large words such as ultraforrest jackerman-erless & lagoobrious.

Then bring in a theory by the heels. Any theory will do.

The date should be around 2067 or 3098 AD (Ackerman's Demise).

Then add a lovely dawter for the professor to shoo out of the laboratory (business of twirling moustache & raising eyebrows as the mad genius raves: "it will revolutionize the world, it is Colossal!") Also a son for the scientists to work side by side wirh, forging thru the innermost secrets of Science with heads proudly bent in meditation.

Then bring in an athletic young reporter who has been summond from the city by a mysterious message something like this: "Dear Dick: Come at once. Great experiment. Has gotten away from me. Danger to the world. Hurry for G--'s sake! Your friend. Frank."

Let the lug solve the mystery immediately upon his arrival. Even tho he never had taken the higher mathematics he was a whiz at adding & subtracting as a kid...so let him solve the mystery that the prof, who has been searching for 60 years, has overlookt. This is what is called "human interest."

Then have the foul ffooti-pusses arrive from Rigel, breathing poison! The scientist combats the incredible Monstrositys with artificial creatures of his own.

Go thot-variant:

Have earth fall to the moon--

have dinosaurs crawl over the hero's tummy--

let him rassle a lion as the earth cracks in 2 pieces..!

Then drag in a few dead bodys (preferably Forrest J Ackerman or such stuffs) & let them play the parts of ghouls (on 2d tho, HanKuttner would be better suited to such roles--the Ackermaniac may be reserved for characterizations requiring dead heads) endeavoring to endanger the Sweet Young Thing.

Have the sun explode or die.

Have the girl be very muscular: she can toss a "hind-end-oh-no" over her shoulder as the hero dances on the head of some dodo from Jupiter...

This is the end. Are you glad? Has this inspired you with an idea? If it has write it down (or up) & airmail it to the dead letter office with the side off a barnacle, a Pogo stick & a manhole & we shall instruct Santa Claus to bring you a composite picture of all famous science fiction writers.

Warning! The Karlottans among the kiddys will adore the toto...but keep it away from nervous adults! One glance will give your girlfriend a permanentwave!!

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IMAGINATION! #7 38 [1938] Apr [April] 13 FORMULA FOR SUCCESSFOOL STF STORY By Ray Bradbury Ingredients: 1 scientist well frayd, grayd & bent About 60 years old, has invented some supercolossal machine that can warp time or destroy matter--take your choice. Then add a gob of mathematical equations & problems, 100 large words such as ultraforrest jackerman-erless & lagoobrious. Then bring in a theory by the heels. Any theory will do. The date should be around 2067 or 3098 AD (Ackerman's Demise). Then add a lovely dawter for the professor to shoo out of the laboratory (business of twirling moustache & raising eyebrows as the mad genius raves: "it will revolutionize the world, it is Colossal!") Also a son for the scientists to work side by side wirh, forging thru the innermost secrets of Science with heads proudly bent in meditation. Then bring in an athletic young reporter who has been summond from the city by a mysterious message something like this: "Dear Dick: Come at once. Great experiment. Has gotten away from me. Danger to the world. Hurry for G--'s sake! Your friend. Frank." Let the lug solve the mystery immediately upon his arrival. Even tho he never had taken the higher mathematics he was a whiz at adding & subtracting as a kid...so let him solve the mystery that the prof, who has been searching for 60 years, has overlookt. This is what is called "human interest." Then have the foul ffooti-pusses arrive from Rigel, breathing poison! The scientist combats the incredible Monstrositys with artificial creatures of his own. Go thot-variant: Have earth fall to the moon-- have dinosaurs crawl over the hero's tummy-- let him rassle a lion as the earth cracks in 2 pieces..! Then drag in a few dead bodys (preferably Forrest J Ackerman or such stuffs) & let them play the parts of ghouls (on 2d tho, HanKuttner would be better suited to such roles--the Ackermaniac may be reserved for characterizations requiring dead heads) endeavoring to endanger the Sweet Young Thing. Have the sun explode or die. Have the girl be very muscular: she can toss a "hind-end-oh-no" over her shoulder as the hero dances on the head of some dodo from Jupiter... This is the end. Are you glad? Has this inspired you with an idea? If it has write it down (or up) & airmail it to the dead letter office with the side off a barnacle, a Pogo stick & a manhole & we shall instruct Santa Claus to bring you a composite picture of all famous science fiction writers. Warning! The Karlottans among the kiddys will adore the toto...but keep it away from nervous adults! One glance will give your girlfriend a permanentwave!!