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Pogorus, v. 1, issue 1, 1942
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"Fifty years ago a young Swede named Thorssen built a rocket ship and took off for the moon. He got there, all right, but he didn't have any fuel left for a return trip. Before his air gave out, he radioed back enough data to make the next trip, several years later, more successful. "Going in a larger ship," Milligan went on, "this expedition did some exploring, found rich radium deposits, and founded a colony there. They had enough fuel left for a couple of the crew to return in a life rocket and report. It wasn't long till the moon trip was as common-place as a stroll around the block. Today, half the metal we use comes from the lunar mines. "But has space flying advanced since fifty years ago? It has not. The moon is the first and last stop in rocket flying. No ship ever built can do any more than drag itself out of Earth's heavy gravity and coast down to the moon. From time to time, some wet-nosed[[?]] space pup has taken off from the moon in a ship that he thought would take him to Venus or Mars, but no soap[[?]]. No ship light enough to take off can carry enough fuel to go more than half a million miles. No, Harrigan, i refuse to let you commit suicide. And for your own good, boy, I'm taking away your spaceman's ticket." "But look," I argued hotly. "I make my living flying the Earth-Moon route. If I can't try my Venus scheme, okay. That's that. But why hand me a deal like this? It's raw, Milligan, mighty raw." Milligan's iron jaw was set stubbornly. "Raw or not, Harrigan, I'm suspending your license
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"Fifty years ago a young Swede named Thorssen built a rocket ship and took off for the moon. He got there, all right, but he didn't have any fuel left for a return trip. Before his air gave out, he radioed back enough data to make the next trip, several years later, more successful. "Going in a larger ship," Milligan went on, "this expedition did some exploring, found rich radium deposits, and founded a colony there. They had enough fuel left for a couple of the crew to return in a life rocket and report. It wasn't long till the moon trip was as common-place as a stroll around the block. Today, half the metal we use comes from the lunar mines. "But has space flying advanced since fifty years ago? It has not. The moon is the first and last stop in rocket flying. No ship ever built can do any more than drag itself out of Earth's heavy gravity and coast down to the moon. From time to time, some wet-nosed[[?]] space pup has taken off from the moon in a ship that he thought would take him to Venus or Mars, but no soap[[?]]. No ship light enough to take off can carry enough fuel to go more than half a million miles. No, Harrigan, i refuse to let you commit suicide. And for your own good, boy, I'm taking away your spaceman's ticket." "But look," I argued hotly. "I make my living flying the Earth-Moon route. If I can't try my Venus scheme, okay. That's that. But why hand me a deal like this? It's raw, Milligan, mighty raw." Milligan's iron jaw was set stubbornly. "Raw or not, Harrigan, I'm suspending your license
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