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Pogorus, v. 1, issue 1, 1942
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HARRIGAN HITCHES A RIDE by WES STEEDMAN Milligan blew higher than a kite. For a moment I thought he was going to toss me out of his office on my ear. "What!" he roared. "Give you clearance papers for Venus in that glorified sardine can that you call a space ship? I like your nerve, Harrigan!" Milligan, besides being Director of the Comm[[?]] Bureau of American Spaceways, had been a life-long friend of my father's. That is why I had brought my petition to him in person, instead of filing it in the regular way. Surely, I had thought, a crack pilot of the Lunar Line ought to pack some weight with an old space dog like Milligan. Besides, my father and Milligan had grown up together in the Lunar Line. Evidently that cut no ice with Milligan, though. "You don't understand, Mr. Milligan," I demurred[[?]]. "I know I can make it. I have a plan -- " "Yeah," Milligan jeered. "So did about five hundred other young squirts who tried it before, have plans. But they never made it. And their ships are scattered to helangone[[?]] halfway to Venus. Shut up, Harrigan" -- as I opened my mouth to protest -- "I'll do the talking. You listen.
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HARRIGAN HITCHES A RIDE by WES STEEDMAN Milligan blew higher than a kite. For a moment I thought he was going to toss me out of his office on my ear. "What!" he roared. "Give you clearance papers for Venus in that glorified sardine can that you call a space ship? I like your nerve, Harrigan!" Milligan, besides being Director of the Comm[[?]] Bureau of American Spaceways, had been a life-long friend of my father's. That is why I had brought my petition to him in person, instead of filing it in the regular way. Surely, I had thought, a crack pilot of the Lunar Line ought to pack some weight with an old space dog like Milligan. Besides, my father and Milligan had grown up together in the Lunar Line. Evidently that cut no ice with Milligan, though. "You don't understand, Mr. Milligan," I demurred[[?]]. "I know I can make it. I have a plan -- " "Yeah," Milligan jeered. "So did about five hundred other young squirts who tried it before, have plans. But they never made it. And their ships are scattered to helangone[[?]] halfway to Venus. Shut up, Harrigan" -- as I opened my mouth to protest -- "I'll do the talking. You listen.
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