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Scienti Snaps, v. 1, issue 4, Fall 1938

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                A TALE OF WOE
                       by
        Louis and Gertrude Kuslan

I am a science fiction fan,
   An unhappy creature.
I am the remnant of a man,
   A disheartened preacher.

I preach the gospel of S-F,
   To those who would hear me,
But in the midst, they all go deaf,
    And---start to jeer me.

This fills me with such great remorse,
   It breaks my heart in twain,
Sometimes I wish I could use force
   To put sense in their brain.

I have no peace or rest at night.
   They seek me in my dreams.
Their faces dance before my sight!
   They chase me, so it seems!

I wish I could give up all this,
   My honor it would save.
But I have tasted S-F’s kiss.
   ‘Twill send me to my grave!

I can a science fiction fan,
   The most unhappy seer.
Once, long ago, I was a man.
   I’ll soon be in my bier.

[Two hand drawings - one on left and one on right]

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A TALE OF WOE by Louis and Gertrude Kuslan I am a science fiction fan, An unhappy creature. I am the remnant of a man, A disheartened preacher. I preach the gospel of S-F, To those who would hear me, But in the midst, they all go deaf, And---start to jeer me. This fills me with such great remorse, It breaks my heart in twain, Sometimes I wish I could use force To put sense in their brain. I have no peace or rest at night. They seek me in my dreams. Their faces dance before my sight! They chase me, so it seems! I wish I could give up all this, My honor it would save. But I have tasted S-F’s kiss. ‘Twill send me to my grave! I can a science fiction fan, The most unhappy seer. Once, long ago, I was a man. I’ll soon be in my bier. [Two hand drawings - one on left and one on right]