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Southern Star, v. 1, issue 3, August 1941
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The Munsey Panorama SOUTHERN STAR Page 16 the tempo of New York life. New Yorkers were always rushing around, getting neurotic, dying too soon. Improving the nerves of the urbanite would improve his health; so, determining that it was a matter of overactive vibrations, the inventor contrived a sort of counter-vibrator, with which, from the top floor of an office building, he cut the city's speed down to a collective drag. But hist! A Japanese spy is lurking amongst our midst! The time is ripe -- a little secret code work is what is needed here! Don't ask me how in the hell the Jap fleet ever got within one day's sailing of New York, but there is was. It snuck up on us. With everybody in the vicinity in a state of downright lethargy, quite some tragedy impended, and Wimple became frantic. He threw the mighty vibrator into reverse, and then -- not only did the people of New York resumed their mad scramble, but such a devil of a disturbance was kicked up in the Atlantic that the entire fleet of Nippon was annihilated. But Wimple, alas, did not receive the good news in time. He had already taken the black powder, and before Dick Hardy's eyes he disintegrated. THE QUEEN'S HUSBAND. by Bertram Lebhar. Complete novel, 29pp, February, 1911. Light comedy. Mythical kingdom stuff, laid in the year 1950. When a monster airliner is crippled and carried off its course by a storm, Joe Bangs is among the passengers stranded on the unknown island of Lemonia. The queen and populace mistake Bangs for the absent king who has been away thirty years. Bangs is forced to be king, but doesn't enjoy it, because he already had a wife, and the queen is not attractive. Intrigues follow, but he escapes only when the real king returns to the island. Good as comedy, poor as fantasy. THE HAWKINS MINTETTE, by Edgar Frankling. 6pp, February, 1911. Though in general the Hawkins series may be placed in the category of science fiction, this story hardly qualifies. MR. SCALES BACKS AND INVENTION, by C. Langton Clarks. 8pp, March, 1911. Perpetual motion hoax. FOR $100 CASH, by Edwin Baird. 7pp, June, 1911. When Larry McGuff told this tale, he was talking for his supper, but his benefactor never was able to prove that the thing didn't happen. And Larry, for all that he was a bum, had a scholarly appearance. Out of work and starving (said Larry), he began wearing a placard offering to sell himself. Black Whiskers bought him, for one hundred dollars. Black Whiskers dispensed champagne, strapped Larry to a table in the room of mirrors, and administrated the anaesthetic. The last thing Larry remembered was the corpse on the adjacent table -- the body of a young Ph. D. When he awoke, Larry had the professor's body, and his own lay dead. So Larry, who had been a six foot three freight handler, could no longer make a living, and became a sidewalk bum who talked for his supper. THE SECOND DELUGE, by Garrett P. Serviss. Serial, 7 parts, July, 1911. This is the sort of thing we mean, gentlemen, when occasionally we use the phrase "the Munsey Masterpieces". This is an example of what all the shooting is about. This is, in short, superb. In your reviewer's family, the inability to express one's self with enthusiasm has been handed down from generation to generation. The
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The Munsey Panorama SOUTHERN STAR Page 16 the tempo of New York life. New Yorkers were always rushing around, getting neurotic, dying too soon. Improving the nerves of the urbanite would improve his health; so, determining that it was a matter of overactive vibrations, the inventor contrived a sort of counter-vibrator, with which, from the top floor of an office building, he cut the city's speed down to a collective drag. But hist! A Japanese spy is lurking amongst our midst! The time is ripe -- a little secret code work is what is needed here! Don't ask me how in the hell the Jap fleet ever got within one day's sailing of New York, but there is was. It snuck up on us. With everybody in the vicinity in a state of downright lethargy, quite some tragedy impended, and Wimple became frantic. He threw the mighty vibrator into reverse, and then -- not only did the people of New York resumed their mad scramble, but such a devil of a disturbance was kicked up in the Atlantic that the entire fleet of Nippon was annihilated. But Wimple, alas, did not receive the good news in time. He had already taken the black powder, and before Dick Hardy's eyes he disintegrated. THE QUEEN'S HUSBAND. by Bertram Lebhar. Complete novel, 29pp, February, 1911. Light comedy. Mythical kingdom stuff, laid in the year 1950. When a monster airliner is crippled and carried off its course by a storm, Joe Bangs is among the passengers stranded on the unknown island of Lemonia. The queen and populace mistake Bangs for the absent king who has been away thirty years. Bangs is forced to be king, but doesn't enjoy it, because he already had a wife, and the queen is not attractive. Intrigues follow, but he escapes only when the real king returns to the island. Good as comedy, poor as fantasy. THE HAWKINS MINTETTE, by Edgar Frankling. 6pp, February, 1911. Though in general the Hawkins series may be placed in the category of science fiction, this story hardly qualifies. MR. SCALES BACKS AND INVENTION, by C. Langton Clarks. 8pp, March, 1911. Perpetual motion hoax. FOR $100 CASH, by Edwin Baird. 7pp, June, 1911. When Larry McGuff told this tale, he was talking for his supper, but his benefactor never was able to prove that the thing didn't happen. And Larry, for all that he was a bum, had a scholarly appearance. Out of work and starving (said Larry), he began wearing a placard offering to sell himself. Black Whiskers bought him, for one hundred dollars. Black Whiskers dispensed champagne, strapped Larry to a table in the room of mirrors, and administrated the anaesthetic. The last thing Larry remembered was the corpse on the adjacent table -- the body of a young Ph. D. When he awoke, Larry had the professor's body, and his own lay dead. So Larry, who had been a six foot three freight handler, could no longer make a living, and became a sidewalk bum who talked for his supper. THE SECOND DELUGE, by Garrett P. Serviss. Serial, 7 parts, July, 1911. This is the sort of thing we mean, gentlemen, when occasionally we use the phrase "the Munsey Masterpieces". This is an example of what all the shooting is about. This is, in short, superb. In your reviewer's family, the inability to express one's self with enthusiasm has been handed down from generation to generation. The
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