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Imagination, v. 1, issue2, whole no. 2, November 1937

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IMAGINATION! #2 Nov 37     7

from the Capital."
But the borderpatrolmen precipitated disaster: Coming into contact with the vanguard of the mysteryous invaders they calld upon it to halt. No notice was accorded their command so they opend fire. Which attack was returnd by a withering fusillade that did deadly execution.
Then; flying low & feeling convinced of the inimical intent of the outrageous army & what his duty should be under the circumstances; Commander Clark signalld his ships to attack.
Bombs fell & burst & audacious invaders were blown this way & that.
Instantly! as if from some hidden vault in the heavens above, from northwest a vengeful vermilion plane came hurtling, accompanyd by another & its brother. The sun glintd sinisterly on their slim ruby bodys & sparse red wings. Like angry flying insects they launcht themselves on the US ships.
Commander Clark shot down the first with a well-directd burst of machinegun bullets. Then he strove for altitude; saw with an anger 3 of his 8 planes plunging to earth as he did so.
Now there were 20 of the wicked, whizzing wasps; 40; 100! He bankt; dove; his cartridges crackled sudden death: 5 of the crimson enemy craft streakt earthward aflame, like scarlet shooting stars.
But against their overwhelming--& constantly increasing--nos. it was impossible to prevail. Signaling to the retreat, & with the 3 surviving planes of his command, he fled south, pursued but a short distance by the Poleonicraft.

Meantime 1000s of citizens milld thru the streets of Tucson, terrifyd by sight & sound of the sky struggle. Newspaper extras passd from hand to hand. A daring reporter had gone out with the borderpatrol & in some miraculous manner managed to escape safely with a picture of the invading vanguard. This was reproduced on the the frontpage of the Star.
For some reason--owing to the air attack, perhaps--the advancing army halted for 2 hrs or more. In the interim a lone, sanguine skybird again dropt a barrage of literature.

"U have chosen" said the 2d slips "to ignore Our first command; We shall not give a 3d. Citizens, remain peacefully in Ur homes. Those offering no resistance to Our advance need fear nothing; those caught with arms in their hands will be destroyd without compunction." This 2d message was signd simply Poleon.

Over Tucson the sky was patcht with Poleon's planes; into Tucson from the northwest strode his supernatural legion.
Southward the roads were choked with escaping autos, panic-stricken people afoot & on horseback. All available trains were speeding south & east, packt with horrifyd humanity.
No trains came into the town from the West because railroad officials had wired for them to be detaind. 1000s of folk, unable to flee or prefering to stay in their homes, awaitd the advent of the awesome army with fear & trembling. American Legion members patrolld the streets but in face of the irresis-

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IMAGINATION! #2 Nov 37 7 from the Capital." But the borderpatrolmen precipitated disaster: Coming into contact with the vanguard of the mysteryous invaders they calld upon it to halt. No notice was accorded their command so they opend fire. Which attack was returnd by a withering fusillade that did deadly execution. Then; flying low & feeling convinced of the inimical intent of the outrageous army & what his duty should be under the circumstances; Commander Clark signalld his ships to attack. Bombs fell & burst & audacious invaders were blown this way & that. Instantly! as if from some hidden vault in the heavens above, from northwest a vengeful vermilion plane came hurtling, accompanyd by another & its brother. The sun glintd sinisterly on their slim ruby bodys & sparse red wings. Like angry flying insects they launcht themselves on the US ships. Commander Clark shot down the first with a well-directd burst of machinegun bullets. Then he strove for altitude; saw with an anger 3 of his 8 planes plunging to earth as he did so. Now there were 20 of the wicked, whizzing wasps; 40; 100! He bankt; dove; his cartridges crackled sudden death: 5 of the crimson enemy craft streakt earthward aflame, like scarlet shooting stars. But against their overwhelming--& constantly increasing--nos. it was impossible to prevail. Signaling to the retreat, & with the 3 surviving planes of his command, he fled south, pursued but a short distance by the Poleonicraft. Meantime 1000s of citizens milld thru the streets of Tucson, terrifyd by sight & sound of the sky struggle. Newspaper extras passd from hand to hand. A daring reporter had gone out with the borderpatrol & in some miraculous manner managed to escape safely with a picture of the invading vanguard. This was reproduced on the the frontpage of the Star. For some reason--owing to the air attack, perhaps--the advancing army halted for 2 hrs or more. In the interim a lone, sanguine skybird again dropt a barrage of literature. "U have chosen" said the 2d slips "to ignore Our first command; We shall not give a 3d. Citizens, remain peacefully in Ur homes. Those offering no resistance to Our advance need fear nothing; those caught with arms in their hands will be destroyd without compunction." This 2d message was signd simply Poleon. Over Tucson the sky was patcht with Poleon's planes; into Tucson from the northwest strode his supernatural legion. Southward the roads were choked with escaping autos, panic-stricken people afoot & on horseback. All available trains were speeding south & east, packt with horrifyd humanity. No trains came into the town from the West because railroad officials had wired for them to be detaind. 1000s of folk, unable to flee or prefering to stay in their homes, awaitd the advent of the awesome army with fear & trembling. American Legion members patrolld the streets but in face of the irresis-