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Vampire, whole no. 8, December 1946
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A Fantasy Bedtime Story by JIMMY WHEATON [[illustration text]] -- SO THEN JACK SAID TO THE GIANT --- JACK AND THE BEAN STALK GORSH! [[end illustration text]] Once upon a time, long, long ago, there lived a young boy and his mother in a small country cottage. They were very poor, and were unable to pay their atomic energy bill for the month. So the mother said to her son, "Jack, we have only a very few weetongs left. We must have more so we can pay the atomic energy bill and you can continue your experiments with time. I want you to take our last robot into town and sell him." "Oh, no, mother," said Jack in dismay. "I couldn't sell Ike. He is like a brother to me." "I'm sorry, Jack, but it has to be done. If you don't go, I'll take him myself." "Very well, mother," said Jack dejectedly. "I'll go." He took t he robot and placed him gently in the front seat of the rickety old helicopter. The robot seemed to know what was going to happen, for tears of methane gathered in his photo-electric cells and slowly rand down his metallic cheek. Hardening his heart, Jack took off in the helicopter and headed for the city. It was a slow flight, for the plane was of an ancient model seldom seen nowadays. It rattled and banged and swished so much that anyone but Jack would have given it up as a bad job. But not Jack. He was, though young in years, made of stout stuff and he fearlessly flew onward. Arriving in the city, he parked the 'copter in a convenient rooftop parking lot and headed for the auction market. There he hoped to get enough weetongs from the dear old robot to buy his poor mother a present and pay for the atomic energy too. Just as he was about to enter the market, he felt a hand on his arm and turned to see an old man. He was dressed in very much out-of-style plasticclothes, our hero noted. He had something hidden under his coat. With a furtive gleam in his eye, the old man said in low, hurried tones, "Hey, sonny, I've got a bargain to offer you. I have to leave town in a hurry and I find that I can't take this electronic tube with me. I'll trade this tube for that robot of yours. Whattaya say?" Now Jack, you see, had not had much experience in business affairs, and did not know the true value of things. His scientific mind jumped at the chance to add this tube to his equipment. Alas, he did not realize that he was giving up a true and faithful friend, e'en though only a robot, for a piece of metal and glass. Jack said, "Oh, boy, sure, Mister. That tube is just what I need." He did not think of the weetongs the robot was supposed to have brought to pay the atomic energy bill. "Good," the man breathed. (To himself he snickered, "Heh-heh-- - 15 -
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A Fantasy Bedtime Story by JIMMY WHEATON [[illustration text]] -- SO THEN JACK SAID TO THE GIANT --- JACK AND THE BEAN STALK GORSH! [[end illustration text]] Once upon a time, long, long ago, there lived a young boy and his mother in a small country cottage. They were very poor, and were unable to pay their atomic energy bill for the month. So the mother said to her son, "Jack, we have only a very few weetongs left. We must have more so we can pay the atomic energy bill and you can continue your experiments with time. I want you to take our last robot into town and sell him." "Oh, no, mother," said Jack in dismay. "I couldn't sell Ike. He is like a brother to me." "I'm sorry, Jack, but it has to be done. If you don't go, I'll take him myself." "Very well, mother," said Jack dejectedly. "I'll go." He took t he robot and placed him gently in the front seat of the rickety old helicopter. The robot seemed to know what was going to happen, for tears of methane gathered in his photo-electric cells and slowly rand down his metallic cheek. Hardening his heart, Jack took off in the helicopter and headed for the city. It was a slow flight, for the plane was of an ancient model seldom seen nowadays. It rattled and banged and swished so much that anyone but Jack would have given it up as a bad job. But not Jack. He was, though young in years, made of stout stuff and he fearlessly flew onward. Arriving in the city, he parked the 'copter in a convenient rooftop parking lot and headed for the auction market. There he hoped to get enough weetongs from the dear old robot to buy his poor mother a present and pay for the atomic energy too. Just as he was about to enter the market, he felt a hand on his arm and turned to see an old man. He was dressed in very much out-of-style plasticclothes, our hero noted. He had something hidden under his coat. With a furtive gleam in his eye, the old man said in low, hurried tones, "Hey, sonny, I've got a bargain to offer you. I have to leave town in a hurry and I find that I can't take this electronic tube with me. I'll trade this tube for that robot of yours. Whattaya say?" Now Jack, you see, had not had much experience in business affairs, and did not know the true value of things. His scientific mind jumped at the chance to add this tube to his equipment. Alas, he did not realize that he was giving up a true and faithful friend, e'en though only a robot, for a piece of metal and glass. Jack said, "Oh, boy, sure, Mister. That tube is just what I need." He did not think of the weetongs the robot was supposed to have brought to pay the atomic energy bill. "Good," the man breathed. (To himself he snickered, "Heh-heh-- - 15 -
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