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Imagination, v. 1, issue 8, whole no. 8, May 1938
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12 RESURRECTION: "The Golden Blight"-- George Allan England. A Shroyereview. The Great England wrote 3 bks which've been adjudged veritable cornerstones of a scientifictionalibrary: The first & bestknown ofcourse is that Pantagreul of all stf collections, DARKNESS & DAWN; the 2d, the lesser & far more propagandistic Golden Blight: with an also-ran titled "The Air Trust". The Golden Blight makes no bones about the matter: it is purely a piece of Capitalistic Anathema. Maledictions & scallions for the bloated capitalist & benedictions & orchids for the broadshouldered & hi-minded Socialist. Wollheim must love this bk as would Fred Warren & Tom Mooney. As literature it rates in my estimation somewhere below the Mason-Dison Line & as propaganda it is illogical, crude & lafable. The plot is of the simple stuff which Mother Goose is made of. There are 3 main characters. John Storm, the Socialist (Communist in modern idiom); "old Murchison", the Capitalist; & King Gold, which under the altar cloth is simply the yellow stuff that the New Deal took away from you. Storm has a trunk. In the trunk is a machine. Storm presses a button. The machine buzzes & slings out all kinds of rays which transmute gold to gray ash. Murchison[[?]] has a lot of gold. He exploits de woikers. So-o-o-o-- Storm shreatens to push the button & turn all the gold in the world to ash if Murchison doesnt agree to stop all war. Just like that! (Sound effect: Snapping of fingers.) Murchison lafs. Ha! Ha! & a Sneer! Sneer! So for the good of the proletariat Storm presses the button. Buzz! Buzz! goes the machine--& all the gold in the world tuns to ash. Comes intrigue. Murchison & the other BC (Bloated Capitalist) set assassins on the trail of Storm. But he's too smart-- he's a Communist--you can't fool these Communists--nosiree, not on your tinny-tinny tan! He slings around wires & electrocutes the wouldbe killer & in his spartime dreams up a television machine by which he can watch anything in the world, if & when he pleases. (Also to HanKuttner: Great possibilitys for a Spicy Science Story, there. Oh, you're welcome!) (Slow soft music with a sinister undertone. Danse Macabre gradually merging into "Bei Mir Bist Du Schön". Faint far wail of trumpets & 2 cats sliding down a tin roof.) The Jewish Menace enters. Herr Braunschweig from dat Diabolicountry, Deutschland (this bk apeard 1916-'19), smiling slyly, offers to buy all the worthless gold & pay for it in pure silver which he has cornered from all 4 corners of the earth (Bible). All the franticapitalists grab at his offer. Herr Braunschweig just lafs & snickers. Mind you, he's got something up his sleeve. The world is reeling dizzily to destruction. Mobs drool & demonstrate. Citys are under mass rule. Storm puts on rags & thru some miracle, probably divine intervention, confronts the assembled Capitalists in Murchisons' office. "Will you stop war now?" Braunschweig has all the gold ash in a huge cellar in Washington/DC. He invites all the Capitalists down to see his trove. There he springs the surprise. Why did he buy the apparently worthless stuff? Elementary, my dear Rollo[[?]]: Gold is an element & any change in its form must be only temporary. According to Braunschweig's calculations the ash will turn back to gold in only a few minutes! Which it does. But the heat of transmutation is so intense the gold becomes molten & Braunschewig & the other capitalists are all toasted to a turn thru graveyard alley. To quote, "King Gold was dead"; & we leave the human race on the rd to Utopia. Laconicomment: Gold ash & balderdash! (Classify-ad --Attn! Michelists: This is a MUST bk & may be bought from me for 3.50 cc--i.e., three dollars & fifty cents captialisticoin. Adres Frederick B. Shroyer: 509 S. Union Dr, Los Angeles/Calif.)
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12 RESURRECTION: "The Golden Blight"-- George Allan England. A Shroyereview. The Great England wrote 3 bks which've been adjudged veritable cornerstones of a scientifictionalibrary: The first & bestknown ofcourse is that Pantagreul of all stf collections, DARKNESS & DAWN; the 2d, the lesser & far more propagandistic Golden Blight: with an also-ran titled "The Air Trust". The Golden Blight makes no bones about the matter: it is purely a piece of Capitalistic Anathema. Maledictions & scallions for the bloated capitalist & benedictions & orchids for the broadshouldered & hi-minded Socialist. Wollheim must love this bk as would Fred Warren & Tom Mooney. As literature it rates in my estimation somewhere below the Mason-Dison Line & as propaganda it is illogical, crude & lafable. The plot is of the simple stuff which Mother Goose is made of. There are 3 main characters. John Storm, the Socialist (Communist in modern idiom); "old Murchison", the Capitalist; & King Gold, which under the altar cloth is simply the yellow stuff that the New Deal took away from you. Storm has a trunk. In the trunk is a machine. Storm presses a button. The machine buzzes & slings out all kinds of rays which transmute gold to gray ash. Murchison[[?]] has a lot of gold. He exploits de woikers. So-o-o-o-- Storm shreatens to push the button & turn all the gold in the world to ash if Murchison doesnt agree to stop all war. Just like that! (Sound effect: Snapping of fingers.) Murchison lafs. Ha! Ha! & a Sneer! Sneer! So for the good of the proletariat Storm presses the button. Buzz! Buzz! goes the machine--& all the gold in the world tuns to ash. Comes intrigue. Murchison & the other BC (Bloated Capitalist) set assassins on the trail of Storm. But he's too smart-- he's a Communist--you can't fool these Communists--nosiree, not on your tinny-tinny tan! He slings around wires & electrocutes the wouldbe killer & in his spartime dreams up a television machine by which he can watch anything in the world, if & when he pleases. (Also to HanKuttner: Great possibilitys for a Spicy Science Story, there. Oh, you're welcome!) (Slow soft music with a sinister undertone. Danse Macabre gradually merging into "Bei Mir Bist Du Schön". Faint far wail of trumpets & 2 cats sliding down a tin roof.) The Jewish Menace enters. Herr Braunschweig from dat Diabolicountry, Deutschland (this bk apeard 1916-'19), smiling slyly, offers to buy all the worthless gold & pay for it in pure silver which he has cornered from all 4 corners of the earth (Bible). All the franticapitalists grab at his offer. Herr Braunschweig just lafs & snickers. Mind you, he's got something up his sleeve. The world is reeling dizzily to destruction. Mobs drool & demonstrate. Citys are under mass rule. Storm puts on rags & thru some miracle, probably divine intervention, confronts the assembled Capitalists in Murchisons' office. "Will you stop war now?" Braunschweig has all the gold ash in a huge cellar in Washington/DC. He invites all the Capitalists down to see his trove. There he springs the surprise. Why did he buy the apparently worthless stuff? Elementary, my dear Rollo[[?]]: Gold is an element & any change in its form must be only temporary. According to Braunschweig's calculations the ash will turn back to gold in only a few minutes! Which it does. But the heat of transmutation is so intense the gold becomes molten & Braunschewig & the other capitalists are all toasted to a turn thru graveyard alley. To quote, "King Gold was dead"; & we leave the human race on the rd to Utopia. Laconicomment: Gold ash & balderdash! (Classify-ad --Attn! Michelists: This is a MUST bk & may be bought from me for 3.50 cc--i.e., three dollars & fifty cents captialisticoin. Adres Frederick B. Shroyer: 509 S. Union Dr, Los Angeles/Calif.)
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