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Comet, v. 1, issue 1, January-February 1940

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SCIENTIFIC CHRISTMAS SUGGESTIONS

answer like this: "Why-in-all can't Ceres have a stream as well as any other body? Sure the liquid was gone, we drank it." "Why shouldn't we fall asleep? We were sleepy after marching 11 hours straight." "Oh, shux, lady, I hadn't shaved for two months. None of us Galactic boys do." "What's that? Scratching, you say? Oh yeh! Strange thing that. That was Charlie, chief cook, scratching his belly!"

CASE NUMBER THREE or THE FOUR-SIDED SQUARE: That reminds me of another instance when we took "Tucker", the Lunar Parrot, along with us to the fourth dimension. We were very proud of this specimen. It could talk of its heros repeating name after name, and could open doors, everything.

Well, we were down here searching for the damnable Martian Purple Ape which escaped from "Swing Swing" into the fourth dimension one day when we left the door open. Maybe the parrot opened it...I don't know.

Twenty hours later found us locked in an underground passage from which there was no escape, but by the outside. No prisoner, no way to get him home if we did have him--looked inside here. Wish I had that pesky li'l parrot to keep me company. Oxegen was running low--several men unconscious--and a scratching came on the outside--an plaintive whinning--mumblings of "Foo Foo"..."Ghu Ghu"..."Orson G. Welles"..."Author Author"..."God save the king"...&c. Then the mystery was solved for good as to who opened the door and let the Ape escape. The sealed opening swung open, and there stood...THE PURPLE MARTIAN APE. He had learned how to open doors. My faithful parrot "Tucker" had taught him!

In closing, let it be known that if the style resembles any, other than myself, probably isn't coincidental!

--THE END--
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VOYAGE VIA VERISIMILITUDE (continued from page 8)

She looked down. It was a beautiful glen of cubes, circles, spires, all glittering in their faceted beauty of crystals, how free she felt - yes, she felt as if she, as if she...She were never going back!

But who was this before her? He brought back thoughts, thoughts that refused to come far enough. Everything became so fogged; she spoke and yet it was not her. She voiced words that were meaningless, put there by someone higher, mightier.

"He" spoke. "Who are you -- what are you? Even, even I wonder what I am, who am I, where am I? Speak, speak, before I go mad!"

And then, without warning, the sun broke over the spires, and suddenly everything came to clearness for the two beings.
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A handsome couple lay in the shade of an amber disk. They were god and goddess. One spoke:

"Oh, Vicky darling. It's great to be here with you. But how did we get here? All I can remember is my falling asleep, then suddenly we met as the twin sun broke into new glory. And this seems so unreal, but yet, something tells me that we are the only ones who have ever truly found reality. If this be a dream, God grant it that we may dream for ever."

(continued on page 18)

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SCIENTIFIC CHRISTMAS SUGGESTIONS answer like this: "Why-in-all can't Ceres have a stream as well as any other body? Sure the liquid was gone, we drank it." "Why shouldn't we fall asleep? We were sleepy after marching 11 hours straight." "Oh, shux, lady, I hadn't shaved for two months. None of us Galactic boys do." "What's that? Scratching, you say? Oh yeh! Strange thing that. That was Charlie, chief cook, scratching his belly!" CASE NUMBER THREE or THE FOUR-SIDED SQUARE: That reminds me of another instance when we took "Tucker", the Lunar Parrot, along with us to the fourth dimension. We were very proud of this specimen. It could talk of its heros repeating name after name, and could open doors, everything. Well, we were down here searching for the damnable Martian Purple Ape which escaped from "Swing Swing" into the fourth dimension one day when we left the door open. Maybe the parrot opened it...I don't know. Twenty hours later found us locked in an underground passage from which there was no escape, but by the outside. No prisoner, no way to get him home if we did have him--looked inside here. Wish I had that pesky li'l parrot to keep me company. Oxegen was running low--several men unconscious--and a scratching came on the outside--an plaintive whinning--mumblings of "Foo Foo"..."Ghu Ghu"..."Orson G. Welles"..."Author Author"..."God save the king"...&c. Then the mystery was solved for good as to who opened the door and let the Ape escape. The sealed opening swung open, and there stood...THE PURPLE MARTIAN APE. He had learned how to open doors. My faithful parrot "Tucker" had taught him! In closing, let it be known that if the style resembles any, other than myself, probably isn't coincidental! --THE END-- : - : - : - : - : - : - : - : - : VOYAGE VIA VERISIMILITUDE (continued from page 8) She looked down. It was a beautiful glen of cubes, circles, spires, all glittering in their faceted beauty of crystals, how free she felt - yes, she felt as if she, as if she...She were never going back! But who was this before her? He brought back thoughts, thoughts that refused to come far enough. Everything became so fogged; she spoke and yet it was not her. She voiced words that were meaningless, put there by someone higher, mightier. "He" spoke. "Who are you -- what are you? Even, even I wonder what I am, who am I, where am I? Speak, speak, before I go mad!" And then, without warning, the sun broke over the spires, and suddenly everything came to clearness for the two beings. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * A handsome couple lay in the shade of an amber disk. They were god and goddess. One spoke: "Oh, Vicky darling. It's great to be here with you. But how did we get here? All I can remember is my falling asleep, then suddenly we met as the twin sun broke into new glory. And this seems so unreal, but yet, something tells me that we are the only ones who have ever truly found reality. If this be a dream, God grant it that we may dream for ever." (continued on page 18)