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Amateur Correspondent, v. 2, issue 2, September-October 1937
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14 AMATEUR CORRESPONDENT I'm doing a column on Man's Brain, If Any. "You'd love it up here, boy. The natives are all great science.fiction fans. They have six heads, you know; that means they can read six fantasy magazines at once. What a field! Tahellenback and Stinky are having great fun jumping into bottomless craters and coming out on the other side of the moon. Don't worry about us; we'll try to send you down our first issue. Goo'bye, now." The radio voice was silent. I sat aghast. I'm always a little aghast after meals. A fine revenge this turned out to be! I send them to the moon and they immediately start science-fiction magazines up there! It just ghost to show how unco-operative some people will be. So I have decided to confess. It does not matter any more. I caused their disappearance. Let the police come now. They cannot find me. No! They cannot find me! You see, I'm not really here. And besides, I hung myself twenty minutes ago. The Wrath of Zeus Vivid Description By Sidney L. Birchby TERRIFYING in its suddenness, the rain came pelting down in great, leaden drops. The wild life of the forest, settling down for the coming night, shivered with instinctive fear; many would be the lives imperiled by rising waters and crashing boughs before this night was over and the storm had spent itself. Secreted burrows would be transformed into death-traps, flooding streams washing them out. Terror-stricken rabbits next morning would find their most favoured grass-patches lashed and trampled, and soiled with dirt and mud. Starvation would face them. Boom-m-m! Sonorously rolled the yet-distant thunder, a mutter of sound amid the patter and hiss of swiftly falling drops; and those tardy ones who had lagged behind quickened their rush for shelter. And now the blue-blackness of the actual night mingled with that more ominous tint of steel-gray, which had filled the sunset heavens so rapidily. Lightning's jagged branches played over the horizon, stabbed into the hills, etching out summits for a brief minute. Peal upon peal of ear-wrenching sound crashed wildly in the woods. Such gay woods they had been just a few hours before that one would have thought their gaiety eternal; but now, under the storm's fury, they were cowering, beated woods, full of woe and pain. Each tree was a sodden thing running with rainwater, standing about glades which were empty holes of watery desolation in the bulking mass of the forest. Kaleidoskopic scenes stood out as the garish light flickered overhead---some leaves whirling in a mad eddy where tossing streams swept; a branch rending from the parent stem, creak of breaking lost in the greater noise.
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14 AMATEUR CORRESPONDENT I'm doing a column on Man's Brain, If Any. "You'd love it up here, boy. The natives are all great science.fiction fans. They have six heads, you know; that means they can read six fantasy magazines at once. What a field! Tahellenback and Stinky are having great fun jumping into bottomless craters and coming out on the other side of the moon. Don't worry about us; we'll try to send you down our first issue. Goo'bye, now." The radio voice was silent. I sat aghast. I'm always a little aghast after meals. A fine revenge this turned out to be! I send them to the moon and they immediately start science-fiction magazines up there! It just ghost to show how unco-operative some people will be. So I have decided to confess. It does not matter any more. I caused their disappearance. Let the police come now. They cannot find me. No! They cannot find me! You see, I'm not really here. And besides, I hung myself twenty minutes ago. The Wrath of Zeus Vivid Description By Sidney L. Birchby TERRIFYING in its suddenness, the rain came pelting down in great, leaden drops. The wild life of the forest, settling down for the coming night, shivered with instinctive fear; many would be the lives imperiled by rising waters and crashing boughs before this night was over and the storm had spent itself. Secreted burrows would be transformed into death-traps, flooding streams washing them out. Terror-stricken rabbits next morning would find their most favoured grass-patches lashed and trampled, and soiled with dirt and mud. Starvation would face them. Boom-m-m! Sonorously rolled the yet-distant thunder, a mutter of sound amid the patter and hiss of swiftly falling drops; and those tardy ones who had lagged behind quickened their rush for shelter. And now the blue-blackness of the actual night mingled with that more ominous tint of steel-gray, which had filled the sunset heavens so rapidily. Lightning's jagged branches played over the horizon, stabbed into the hills, etching out summits for a brief minute. Peal upon peal of ear-wrenching sound crashed wildly in the woods. Such gay woods they had been just a few hours before that one would have thought their gaiety eternal; but now, under the storm's fury, they were cowering, beated woods, full of woe and pain. Each tree was a sodden thing running with rainwater, standing about glades which were empty holes of watery desolation in the bulking mass of the forest. Kaleidoskopic scenes stood out as the garish light flickered overhead---some leaves whirling in a mad eddy where tossing streams swept; a branch rending from the parent stem, creak of breaking lost in the greater noise.
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