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THE UNDYING MONSTER by Jessie Douglas Kerruish. Published by the Macmillan Co., New York, 1936. $2.00; 256 pages. In this way we have the macabre tale written and designed to supplant our old friend Dracula, by an Englishman who ought to know better. And then again, perhaps this is the way the English author works his trade. Frankly we'll take vanillia. ((With whipped cream)). Presuming that you will be slightly interested in hearing the plot, we herewith present it for your edification. The Hammand family, possessing an estate near a little rural town in England, is beset with a legend and a monster. Both have lived several thousand years. ((My, my, a living legend)). It is said that on cold, starlit frosty nights the chief of Hammand--head of the family--is never to walk beneath the fir trees that abound on the estate; else the dreaded monser will visit him, and someone will die--either he, or whoever is with him, and furthermore, in the event he doesn't die, he will surely commit suicide in a few days after seen the monster. ((Ah, me proud beauty, come stroll with me among fir trees)). Our hero is lured into the pine woods one night when the conditions are right and ((?)) meets a young lady ((?)) who lives nearby. Sure enough, along comes the ole debbil monster, a thumping, with many a growl and scream that was heard in the village, mile away. When it is all over, the hero lies in a daze, his dog lies dead (having been torn limb from limb) and the girl's body is stuffed in a hollow tree ((pine stuff))--to die a few hours later. She too is torn and half-eaten. ((Anything is good with whipped cream)). All this occurs in the first chapter. Our hero possesses a loving sister who promptly calls in from London a woman of great renown, a laer ((?)) of ghosts, who announces she is a Supersensitive. She informs us that ghosts are from the fourth dimension, but this oh-so-terrible monster is above that, is indeed from the fifth dimension. Oh well. In the end the monster is laid. ((Charming)). Our hero is the monster. Unbeknonst to him, he is a ghoul, or perhaps one would term it a were-ghoul. One of his ancestors put a curse on him, and down thru the ages whenever a Hammand who was of direct descent of this ancestor wandered in the pine woods, under the conditions mentioned above, his other self took possession of his mind and body and went on a rampage. He then turned on the person with him- usually a girl - and proceeded to have dinner. ((Everyone to his own tastes, I ser[?]. Besides, maybe he just had some whipped cream.)) FRUDGE Anonymous Starkle starkle little twink Who the hell you are you think I'm not under the elcofluence of inkelhol Though some thinkle peep I am I feel so feelish I don't know who is me That the drunker I sit here The longer I get
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THE UNDYING MONSTER by Jessie Douglas Kerruish. Published by the Macmillan Co., New York, 1936. $2.00; 256 pages. In this way we have the macabre tale written and designed to supplant our old friend Dracula, by an Englishman who ought to know better. And then again, perhaps this is the way the English author works his trade. Frankly we'll take vanillia. ((With whipped cream)). Presuming that you will be slightly interested in hearing the plot, we herewith present it for your edification. The Hammand family, possessing an estate near a little rural town in England, is beset with a legend and a monster. Both have lived several thousand years. ((My, my, a living legend)). It is said that on cold, starlit frosty nights the chief of Hammand--head of the family--is never to walk beneath the fir trees that abound on the estate; else the dreaded monser will visit him, and someone will die--either he, or whoever is with him, and furthermore, in the event he doesn't die, he will surely commit suicide in a few days after seen the monster. ((Ah, me proud beauty, come stroll with me among fir trees)). Our hero is lured into the pine woods one night when the conditions are right and ((?)) meets a young lady ((?)) who lives nearby. Sure enough, along comes the ole debbil monster, a thumping, with many a growl and scream that was heard in the village, mile away. When it is all over, the hero lies in a daze, his dog lies dead (having been torn limb from limb) and the girl's body is stuffed in a hollow tree ((pine stuff))--to die a few hours later. She too is torn and half-eaten. ((Anything is good with whipped cream)). All this occurs in the first chapter. Our hero possesses a loving sister who promptly calls in from London a woman of great renown, a laer ((?)) of ghosts, who announces she is a Supersensitive. She informs us that ghosts are from the fourth dimension, but this oh-so-terrible monster is above that, is indeed from the fifth dimension. Oh well. In the end the monster is laid. ((Charming)). Our hero is the monster. Unbeknonst to him, he is a ghoul, or perhaps one would term it a were-ghoul. One of his ancestors put a curse on him, and down thru the ages whenever a Hammand who was of direct descent of this ancestor wandered in the pine woods, under the conditions mentioned above, his other self took possession of his mind and body and went on a rampage. He then turned on the person with him- usually a girl - and proceeded to have dinner. ((Everyone to his own tastes, I ser[?]. Besides, maybe he just had some whipped cream.)) FRUDGE Anonymous Starkle starkle little twink Who the hell you are you think I'm not under the elcofluence of inkelhol Though some thinkle peep I am I feel so feelish I don't know who is me That the drunker I sit here The longer I get
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