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Fanfare, v. 2, issue 2, whole no.8, February 1942
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12 for whom the bell toll "A year ago in that --" Eastman stopped, bounded to Joe's side, and stammered, goggle-eyed, "Trudy?" Joe smiled and nodded his head affirmatively as Mac and Edith re-entered. Mac gurgled something as Joe waved a hello. Jenkins pointed at Gilbert. "Long distance. Connecticut. Trudy. And we're supposed to call Fischer at 9:30." "Operator?" Gilbert had made contact. "Oh, hello, Trudy." Thus it began. At the end of three minutes, Joe let Eastman speak into the fone for a second or so, then Lee passed to Jenkins. Trudy spoke soothing words about the strongest southern accent of all. Within twenty seconds Gilbert had the fone and was spieling again. At the end of five minutes a council-of-war was held, and memorable words were spoken. Edith: "We should stop him." Eastman: "Five minutes is enough." Jenkins: "Aw-w-r-r-h!" MacQueen: "Shucks!" Jenkins rushed to a pile of typewriter paper, scribbled a five minute warning on it, and thrust it before Gilbert. Joe thrust it aside and continued. At the end of ten minutes another consultation was held. Edith: "We've gotta stop him." Eastman: "He's talked ten minutes already." Jenkins: "Aw-r-r-r-h!" MacQueen: "I wanta drink!" Another sign was arranged, but to no avail. Jenkins and Eastman began chanting, "Time to stop, time to stop, ten min-utes, ten minutes." Gilbert was possessed. He listened only to Trudy. Pow-wows were held at regular five-minute intervals. After 25 minutes a picket was formed, but Gilbert -- Gilbert was possessed. After 30 minutes, Gilbert gave a squawk of terror. The operator had cut him off. Eastman collapsed, murmuring, "Thanatopsis" Mac and Edith went for a drink. Jenkins started on another opus, the typewriter banging merrily. "I wanta say goo-by, I wanta say goo-by," Gilbert wailed. The operator heard; he said goo-by. Edith went back to her LOVE STORIES. Mac sighed. The typewriter banged noisily. "Say," Joe said, "How much is it gonna cost?" He reached for the fone, demanded the price. Gilbert rolled on the soft rug, out cold. (continued on page 15)
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12 for whom the bell toll "A year ago in that --" Eastman stopped, bounded to Joe's side, and stammered, goggle-eyed, "Trudy?" Joe smiled and nodded his head affirmatively as Mac and Edith re-entered. Mac gurgled something as Joe waved a hello. Jenkins pointed at Gilbert. "Long distance. Connecticut. Trudy. And we're supposed to call Fischer at 9:30." "Operator?" Gilbert had made contact. "Oh, hello, Trudy." Thus it began. At the end of three minutes, Joe let Eastman speak into the fone for a second or so, then Lee passed to Jenkins. Trudy spoke soothing words about the strongest southern accent of all. Within twenty seconds Gilbert had the fone and was spieling again. At the end of five minutes a council-of-war was held, and memorable words were spoken. Edith: "We should stop him." Eastman: "Five minutes is enough." Jenkins: "Aw-w-r-r-h!" MacQueen: "Shucks!" Jenkins rushed to a pile of typewriter paper, scribbled a five minute warning on it, and thrust it before Gilbert. Joe thrust it aside and continued. At the end of ten minutes another consultation was held. Edith: "We've gotta stop him." Eastman: "He's talked ten minutes already." Jenkins: "Aw-r-r-r-h!" MacQueen: "I wanta drink!" Another sign was arranged, but to no avail. Jenkins and Eastman began chanting, "Time to stop, time to stop, ten min-utes, ten minutes." Gilbert was possessed. He listened only to Trudy. Pow-wows were held at regular five-minute intervals. After 25 minutes a picket was formed, but Gilbert -- Gilbert was possessed. After 30 minutes, Gilbert gave a squawk of terror. The operator had cut him off. Eastman collapsed, murmuring, "Thanatopsis" Mac and Edith went for a drink. Jenkins started on another opus, the typewriter banging merrily. "I wanta say goo-by, I wanta say goo-by," Gilbert wailed. The operator heard; he said goo-by. Edith went back to her LOVE STORIES. Mac sighed. The typewriter banged noisily. "Say," Joe said, "How much is it gonna cost?" He reached for the fone, demanded the price. Gilbert rolled on the soft rug, out cold. (continued on page 15)
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