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Amazing Wonder Tales, v. 1, issue 1, August 1938

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SATAN'S HOLIDAY
by LOUIS MASINO
Story Illustrated
by John Giunta

Introducing for the frist time in fandom, Louis Maurino, entering our pages as no other, with a weird bit of fantasy.

The Society of the Press, that nationwide club which delves into all ? [stories?] which are weird and out of the ordinary, has ? for the ? to prefat? that mysterious ? which I found in a cave near the Rocky Mountains.
    It is strange now that I think it over that, such a thing as, was witnessed by my pilot and myself could have ever been possible. Impossible as it may seem --- to you who will read this, I for one believe in all that happened. I know that he lives and will live in the tortures of Hell forever, and... But, let me start from the beginning.
     At my office in New York I received a call from San Francisco by my superior to meet him there to discuss a plan for a new and easier route for his transcontinental planes. I quickly ordered my special plane to ready for a long distance flight, and was winging my way towards my destination.
    The Rockies looked dark and foreboding before us as my pilot with a tremulous voice shouted into my earphones that he was forced to land. He dipped into a perilous dive as he passed jagged peaks, to land in a small valley whose walls towered in granite jaggedness. Luckily, we were not ? over the mountains when the ship failed hurdles our souls would have been flying up to Heaven or to Hell or wherever they belonged. Still, we missed a crag by a few feet and when we landed wheel hit a big rock and we turned off. The tail rasped against the ground and we turned the plane around while the left wing scraped against the hard earth and threatened to tear off.
    We ?. I grasped the pilot by the shoulders and asked him the cause of the forced landing.
    "I could not help it," he faltered, "the motor stalled, sir!"
    I inspected the motor to find broken wire connections causing it not to function.
    "Why wasn't the motor checked at the last stop!" I demanded sternly of the pilot.
    "It was, but it must have been overlooked, sir!" He continued.
    "It is your business to see that everything is checked," I scolded.

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SATAN'S HOLIDAY by LOUIS MASINO Story Illustrated by John Giunta Introducing for the frist time in fandom, Louis Maurino, entering our pages as no other, with a weird bit of fantasy. The Society of the Press, that nationwide club which delves into all ? [stories?] which are weird and out of the ordinary, has ? for the ? to prefat? that mysterious ? which I found in a cave near the Rocky Mountains. It is strange now that I think it over that, such a thing as, was witnessed by my pilot and myself could have ever been possible. Impossible as it may seem --- to you who will read this, I for one believe in all that happened. I know that he lives and will live in the tortures of Hell forever, and... But, let me start from the beginning. At my office in New York I received a call from San Francisco by my superior to meet him there to discuss a plan for a new and easier route for his transcontinental planes. I quickly ordered my special plane to ready for a long distance flight, and was winging my way towards my destination. The Rockies looked dark and foreboding before us as my pilot with a tremulous voice shouted into my earphones that he was forced to land. He dipped into a perilous dive as he passed jagged peaks, to land in a small valley whose walls towered in granite jaggedness. Luckily, we were not ? over the mountains when the ship failed hurdles our souls would have been flying up to Heaven or to Hell or wherever they belonged. Still, we missed a crag by a few feet and when we landed wheel hit a big rock and we turned off. The tail rasped against the ground and we turned the plane around while the left wing scraped against the hard earth and threatened to tear off. We ?. I grasped the pilot by the shoulders and asked him the cause of the forced landing. "I could not help it," he faltered, "the motor stalled, sir!" I inspected the motor to find broken wire connections causing it not to function. "Why wasn't the motor checked at the last stop!" I demanded sternly of the pilot. "It was, but it must have been overlooked, sir!" He continued. "It is your business to see that everything is checked," I scolded.