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Pogorus, v. 1, issue 1, 1942
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IDICA, and emanating from Box 5451 Metro Station, L. A. It should attract about as much attention as the tracts that the Holy Rollers and others pass out for innocent bystanders to throw away. The editor of this insult to human intelligence evidently concurs with Gandhi's words, "If blood be shed, let it be OUR blood." I can just see him on the battle line, throwing down his gun and embracing the enemy's bayonets, dying with words of brother love on his [[?]] lips, rather than kill off a few yella-bellies. Like the copper-riveted, triple-plated H E double K, I can! As a publication, it isn't much. A hastily thrown-together, poorly thought-out mess of tripe such as fatuous[[?]] clergymen sometimes spout, and that overage[[?]] spinsters go for in a big way. An utterly futile waste of time, ink, and good paper. I hate wa[[?]], but -- THE MADMAN OF MARS. Reminds me of an epic I gave boith[[?]] to when I was in the fourth grade. A Trip to the Moon, I called it. It stank, too. AGENBITE[[?]] OF INWIT[[?]]. Couldn't read it. Must be Sanskrit or Moevian[[?]]. Or Esperanto. SUSTAINING PROGRAM. Um-mm-m-ah! Not bad.
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IDICA, and emanating from Box 5451 Metro Station, L. A. It should attract about as much attention as the tracts that the Holy Rollers and others pass out for innocent bystanders to throw away. The editor of this insult to human intelligence evidently concurs with Gandhi's words, "If blood be shed, let it be OUR blood." I can just see him on the battle line, throwing down his gun and embracing the enemy's bayonets, dying with words of brother love on his [[?]] lips, rather than kill off a few yella-bellies. Like the copper-riveted, triple-plated H E double K, I can! As a publication, it isn't much. A hastily thrown-together, poorly thought-out mess of tripe such as fatuous[[?]] clergymen sometimes spout, and that overage[[?]] spinsters go for in a big way. An utterly futile waste of time, ink, and good paper. I hate wa[[?]], but -- THE MADMAN OF MARS. Reminds me of an epic I gave boith[[?]] to when I was in the fourth grade. A Trip to the Moon, I called it. It stank, too. AGENBITE[[?]] OF INWIT[[?]]. Couldn't read it. Must be Sanskrit or Moevian[[?]]. Or Esperanto. SUSTAINING PROGRAM. Um-mm-m-ah! Not bad.
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