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Infinite, v. 1, issue 1, [1941?]

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THE BOGGIE MAN

      The staff was in a dither. Here it was wellalong in August and the first issue of INFINITE was way behind schedule. Something must be done!

      Lem removed his feet from the desk. "DEGLER," he yelled. No answer. "DEGLER!" NO answer. "DEEEEEEEEGLER!!! STILL no answer.

     "What the heck," said Lem, "I'll do it myself." Degler ceased snoring, waved his arms frantically, and rolled off onto the floor.

     "Oh," he groaned, "what a nightmare! I dreamed I was being chased by a bunch of howling devils who tied me down and smeared ink on my face!"

      I warned you not to sleep on the mimeo!" said  Lem, "Now you've got a picture of Captain Creature on your face."

      "Degler," he continued, "we've got to do something! Infinite is behind schedule and we need some more material. What can we do?"

      "That's easy!" exclaimed Degler, "Let's write a nive, long, Lovecraftian horros story; all fullof Boggie Men and such stuff."

      "Boggie Men! Phooie! There ain't no Boggie Men! Why give our readers such burk?

      Degler assumed what he fondly believed to be a mystical expression. "Can you prove it?" he asked

      "Can you prove they do exist?"

      "Sure! Grab a shovel and come on."

      Lem was puuled. "Shovel? What do we want a shovel for?" he inquired

     "We're going to rob a grave."

    "Oh, we're going to --- ULP!!! Lem quietly (?) passed out. Degler grabbed a shovel and left.

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     A few hours later Degler returned, carrying the shovel and a vase. He tossed the shovel over on top of the mimeo and set the vase down in the middle of the floor. Then he went over and shook Lem until he regained conciousness. "Come on," he said, "snap our of it! We're ready to start!

     "Whus'at?" mumbled Lem, pointing to the vass.

     Degler, who was drawing cryptic symbols on the floor with a piece of chalk, paused and looked up. "That," he replied, "happens to be the remains of someones long dead ancestor."

     "Oh," said Lem, "I see!" For a while there was no sound other then the scratching of the chalk on the floor. Finally Degler stood up and said, "Turn out the light-

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THE BOGGIE MAN The staff was in a dither. Here it was wellalong in August and the first issue of INFINITE was way behind schedule. Something must be done! Lem removed his feet from the desk. "DEGLER," he yelled. No answer. "DEGLER!" NO answer. "DEEEEEEEEGLER!!! STILL no answer. "What the heck," said Lem, "I'll do it myself." Degler ceased snoring, waved his arms frantically, and rolled off onto the floor. "Oh," he groaned, "what a nightmare! I dreamed I was being chased by a bunch of howling devils who tied me down and smeared ink on my face!" I warned you not to sleep on the mimeo!" said Lem, "Now you've got a picture of Captain Creature on your face." "Degler," he continued, "we've got to do something! Infinite is behind schedule and we need some more material. What can we do?" "That's easy!" exclaimed Degler, "Let's write a nive, long, Lovecraftian horros story; all fullof Boggie Men and such stuff." "Boggie Men! Phooie! There ain't no Boggie Men! Why give our readers such burk? Degler assumed what he fondly believed to be a mystical expression. "Can you prove it?" he asked "Can you prove they do exist?" "Sure! Grab a shovel and come on." Lem was puuled. "Shovel? What do we want a shovel for?" he inquired "We're going to rob a grave." "Oh, we're going to --- ULP!!! Lem quietly (?) passed out. Degler grabbed a shovel and left. ------------------------- A few hours later Degler returned, carrying the shovel and a vase. He tossed the shovel over on top of the mimeo and set the vase down in the middle of the floor. Then he went over and shook Lem until he regained conciousness. "Come on," he said, "snap our of it! We're ready to start! "Whus'at?" mumbled Lem, pointing to the vass. Degler, who was drawing cryptic symbols on the floor with a piece of chalk, paused and looked up. "That," he replied, "happens to be the remains of someones long dead ancestor." "Oh," said Lem, "I see!" For a while there was no sound other then the scratching of the chalk on the floor. Finally Degler stood up and said, "Turn out the light- - 34 - (concluded on next page)