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Fantascience Digest, v. 3, issue 3, whole no. 15, November-December 1941

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   "I'm a lady, see?" she shrieked, spinning around. "A lady. And, bein' a lady, I don't have no truck with your sort. Understand? I'm a la--"
   This time I fled.
   I had gone three blocks before remembering my beloved Uncle Jason's sage words. "When in doubt," he would say, patting my touseled blond head affectionately, "ask a policeman."
   No policeman was in sight, but a few blocks on I found a reasonably accurate facsimile thereof. He stood stiffly in front of a gas-mask shop. He was about seven feet tall, dressed gaudily in a vari-colored uniform, with a blue--&--red neon sign on his cap, which read "Information" and flashed on and off.
   I stopped in front of him. He clapped his hand to his head in a smart salute. There was a loud clang.
   "I am Robert the Robot," he said metallicly, "and at your service."
   This was wonderful.
   "What time," I asked, "is it?"
   He replied immediately. "It is now 2.34 1/4, post meridian, of the 27th day of June, 2117, anno Domini. The weather will continue fair, with northeasterly win---"
   "Never mind the climate," I interrupted. "What's the name of this place?"
   "This is the thriving metropolis of Nyork City. You are now at the intersection of 7th Avenue and West 42nd Street."
   "A likely story! Where's Minsky's?"
   "That to which you refer is on Sublevel Four. It is now known as the Havelock Ellis Museum."
   I thanked him politely and wandered on. After much walking and many narrow escapes from sundration at the wheels of madly-dashing automobiles, I found myself on a long bridge which overlooked the city and what used to be the East River from a tremendous height. About half-way across a figure stopped from the rail and grabbed my lapel.
   "I'll bet you don't know who I am," he said. "As a matter of fact, I'll give you odds."
   I said No, I didn't.
   "Well," he said, "once I was first mate aboard the interplanetary liner Bounder. One day the captain led me into his cabin and said, 'Sign this.' I said No, because I knew no such rations and been issued to the crew. And then there was the episode of the Martian cheese.... Anyway he had me spacehauled and turned out of the mercantile fleet."

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Page 8 "I'm a lady, see?" she shrieked, spinning around. "A lady. And, bein' a lady, I don't have no truck with your sort. Understand? I'm a la--" This time I fled. I had gone three blocks before remembering my beloved Uncle Jason's sage words. "When in doubt," he would say, patting my touseled blond head affectionately, "ask a policeman." No policeman was in sight, but a few blocks on I found a reasonably accurate facsimile thereof. He stood stiffly in front of a gas-mask shop. He was about seven feet tall, dressed gaudily in a vari-colored uniform, with a blue--&--red neon sign on his cap, which read "Information" and flashed on and off. I stopped in front of him. He clapped his hand to his head in a smart salute. There was a loud clang. "I am Robert the Robot," he said metallicly, "and at your service." This was wonderful. "What time," I asked, "is it?" He replied immediately. "It is now 2.34 1/4, post meridian, of the 27th day of June, 2117, anno Domini. The weather will continue fair, with northeasterly win---" "Never mind the climate," I interrupted. "What's the name of this place?" "This is the thriving metropolis of Nyork City. You are now at the intersection of 7th Avenue and West 42nd Street." "A likely story! Where's Minsky's?" "That to which you refer is on Sublevel Four. It is now known as the Havelock Ellis Museum." I thanked him politely and wandered on. After much walking and many narrow escapes from sundration at the wheels of madly-dashing automobiles, I found myself on a long bridge which overlooked the city and what used to be the East River from a tremendous height. About half-way across a figure stopped from the rail and grabbed my lapel. "I'll bet you don't know who I am," he said. "As a matter of fact, I'll give you odds." I said No, I didn't. "Well," he said, "once I was first mate aboard the interplanetary liner Bounder. One day the captain led me into his cabin and said, 'Sign this.' I said No, because I knew no such rations and been issued to the crew. And then there was the episode of the Martian cheese.... Anyway he had me spacehauled and turned out of the mercantile fleet."