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Phantagraph, v. 8, issue 3, whole 32, August 1940
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The Phantagraph Aug '40 Page 7 ****************************************************** This was wonderful. "What time", I asked, "is it?" He replied immediately. "It is now 2.34 post merididn, of the 18th day of June, 2117, Anno Domini. The weather will continue fair, with norteasterly win --" Never mind the climate", I interrupted, "What's the name of this place?" "This is the thriving metropolis of Nyorb CIty. You are now at the intersection of 7th Avenue and West 42nd Street." "A likely story! Where's Minsky's?" "That to which you refer is on Sublevel Four. It is now known as the Havelock Ellis Museum." I thanked him politely and walked on. After much walking and many narrow escapes from sundration at the wheels of madly-dashing automobiles I found myself on a long bridge which overlooked the city and what used to be the East River from a tremendous height. About half way across a figure stopped from the rail and grabbed my lapel. "I'll bet you don't know who I am", he said. "As a matter of fact I'll give you odds." I said No, I didn't. "Well", he said, "once I was first mate aboard the interplanetary line Bounder. One day the captain led me into his cabin and said 'Sign this.' I said No, because I knew no such rations had been issued to the crew. And then there was the episode of the Martian cheese. ... Anyway he had me spacehauled and turned out of the mercantile fleet." I said that was too bad. "And now no one will give me a job", he said. "So do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to destroy myself." "No!" "Yes!" I'm going to jump headfirst off this bridge, and almost before I know it, I'll be **************************************************************
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The Phantagraph Aug '40 Page 7 ****************************************************** This was wonderful. "What time", I asked, "is it?" He replied immediately. "It is now 2.34 post merididn, of the 18th day of June, 2117, Anno Domini. The weather will continue fair, with norteasterly win --" Never mind the climate", I interrupted, "What's the name of this place?" "This is the thriving metropolis of Nyorb CIty. You are now at the intersection of 7th Avenue and West 42nd Street." "A likely story! Where's Minsky's?" "That to which you refer is on Sublevel Four. It is now known as the Havelock Ellis Museum." I thanked him politely and walked on. After much walking and many narrow escapes from sundration at the wheels of madly-dashing automobiles I found myself on a long bridge which overlooked the city and what used to be the East River from a tremendous height. About half way across a figure stopped from the rail and grabbed my lapel. "I'll bet you don't know who I am", he said. "As a matter of fact I'll give you odds." I said No, I didn't. "Well", he said, "once I was first mate aboard the interplanetary line Bounder. One day the captain led me into his cabin and said 'Sign this.' I said No, because I knew no such rations had been issued to the crew. And then there was the episode of the Martian cheese. ... Anyway he had me spacehauled and turned out of the mercantile fleet." I said that was too bad. "And now no one will give me a job", he said. "So do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to destroy myself." "No!" "Yes!" I'm going to jump headfirst off this bridge, and almost before I know it, I'll be **************************************************************
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