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Thing, whole no. 1, Spring 1946

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Mr. Pobbles dashed down the street. Four blocks ahead he could see the cart. By gosh, he'd get the lamp yet, even if---
   "Not so fast, please," said a familiar voice. "You bumped into me."
   It was the djinn.
   "Im sorry," said Mr. Pobbles. "It's the lamp. It's been given to the scrap drive again and it's on that cart. I have to get it."
   "Don't bother," said the djinn.
   "Why?"
   "Because it's no good anymore."
   "But it must be good! I have so many noble things to do with it."
   "Too bad," aid the djinn pleasantly. "It stopped being good just fifteen minutes ago. I am no longer the slave of the lamp."
   Mr. Pobbles sat down on the curbstone. He felt very weak. "Would you mind telling me why?"
   "I am no longer the slave of the lamp," said the djinn, "because fifteen minutes ago the lamp became the property of the United States Government and the United States Government abolished slavery on December 18, 1865."
   "But, look here," objected Mr. Pobbles. "Didn't it belong to the Government on Wednesday, when I first took it off the scrap pile?"
   "Almost, but not quite," said the djinn. "Although it had been left there for the Government, the Government had not yet taken it over. Now it has been taken over by an official collector and there's no longer any doubt about it. I'm free! I'm free and I'm happy. After all these years! Here, have a cigar."
   Mr. Pobbles had a cigar.
   "I like you Mr. Pobbles," said the djinn. "I like you very much. If you're ever in the neighborhood of the mountain of Kaf, give me a look-up."
   "Id be glad to," said Mr. Pobbles. "How do I get there?"
   But the little man wasn't there anymore.

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Mr. Pobbles dashed down the street. Four blocks ahead he could see the cart. By gosh, he'd get the lamp yet, even if--- "Not so fast, please," said a familiar voice. "You bumped into me." It was the djinn. "Im sorry," said Mr. Pobbles. "It's the lamp. It's been given to the scrap drive again and it's on that cart. I have to get it." "Don't bother," said the djinn. "Why?" "Because it's no good anymore." "But it must be good! I have so many noble things to do with it." "Too bad," aid the djinn pleasantly. "It stopped being good just fifteen minutes ago. I am no longer the slave of the lamp." Mr. Pobbles sat down on the curbstone. He felt very weak. "Would you mind telling me why?" "I am no longer the slave of the lamp," said the djinn, "because fifteen minutes ago the lamp became the property of the United States Government and the United States Government abolished slavery on December 18, 1865." "But, look here," objected Mr. Pobbles. "Didn't it belong to the Government on Wednesday, when I first took it off the scrap pile?" "Almost, but not quite," said the djinn. "Although it had been left there for the Government, the Government had not yet taken it over. Now it has been taken over by an official collector and there's no longer any doubt about it. I'm free! I'm free and I'm happy. After all these years! Here, have a cigar." Mr. Pobbles had a cigar. "I like you Mr. Pobbles," said the djinn. "I like you very much. If you're ever in the neighborhood of the mountain of Kaf, give me a look-up." "Id be glad to," said Mr. Pobbles. "How do I get there?" But the little man wasn't there anymore. (All rights reserved.) [Image/graphic]