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Acolyte, v. 1, issue 1, Fall 1942
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"Duffy," I went on, "she was killed out there tonight. I feel responsible. I feel I could have somehow saved her, if only I hadn't left her." "Old Lena Tuppit is it?" Duffy broke in. "Do I know her, you're asking? Well now, in the first place she weren't a great singer when she was young. She were a street busker with high-tone toff's notions, and a drunken accordian-playing father. Has for Melody Music Hall---hit never was nothin' but a beer-and-chips tavern! What's more, hit were blown to Kingdom Come three months back in the big fire raid, the same raid as done in Old Lena Tuppit hereelf!" I cried out, but he continued imperturbably. "'Twas me, that found 'er, all bunched up like a sackful of potatoes. I can tell you hit gave me quite a turn when I saw that face of 'em -- with one ear and the lower side of 'er 'ead all scraped away, like it was tiger claws done it! That shrapnel those blasted heinies use sure makes a mess of it, sir... "An' if you'll pardon the liberty, sir," he added, staring at me sharply, "you need another drink!" *************** IN MEMORIAM: H. P. LOVECRAFT ********* by Richard Ely Morae Arkham and Innsmouth knew his questing tread And kingdoms lying lost beneath the seas, Within his keeping were the fabulous keys To gates of aeons where his spirit fled; From alien days a veiled figure led Through monstrous lands and primal dreams that freeze Even the Elders in their mysteries; He braved them all---and now men call him dead. Perchance he told too much, and so strange wings Agleam with all the colour out of space, Beat down one night and carried him afar To join the pageant of those tragic kings Perchance he told too much, and so strange wings Agleam with all the colour out of space, Beat down one night and carried him afar To join the pageant of those tragic kings Ruling the future of an unknown race--- Immortal daemons of a dying star. -- 25 --
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"Duffy," I went on, "she was killed out there tonight. I feel responsible. I feel I could have somehow saved her, if only I hadn't left her." "Old Lena Tuppit is it?" Duffy broke in. "Do I know her, you're asking? Well now, in the first place she weren't a great singer when she was young. She were a street busker with high-tone toff's notions, and a drunken accordian-playing father. Has for Melody Music Hall---hit never was nothin' but a beer-and-chips tavern! What's more, hit were blown to Kingdom Come three months back in the big fire raid, the same raid as done in Old Lena Tuppit hereelf!" I cried out, but he continued imperturbably. "'Twas me, that found 'er, all bunched up like a sackful of potatoes. I can tell you hit gave me quite a turn when I saw that face of 'em -- with one ear and the lower side of 'er 'ead all scraped away, like it was tiger claws done it! That shrapnel those blasted heinies use sure makes a mess of it, sir... "An' if you'll pardon the liberty, sir," he added, staring at me sharply, "you need another drink!" *************** IN MEMORIAM: H. P. LOVECRAFT ********* by Richard Ely Morae Arkham and Innsmouth knew his questing tread And kingdoms lying lost beneath the seas, Within his keeping were the fabulous keys To gates of aeons where his spirit fled; From alien days a veiled figure led Through monstrous lands and primal dreams that freeze Even the Elders in their mysteries; He braved them all---and now men call him dead. Perchance he told too much, and so strange wings Agleam with all the colour out of space, Beat down one night and carried him afar To join the pageant of those tragic kings Perchance he told too much, and so strange wings Agleam with all the colour out of space, Beat down one night and carried him afar To join the pageant of those tragic kings Ruling the future of an unknown race--- Immortal daemons of a dying star. -- 25 --
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