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Funtasy, v. 1, issue 1, Spring 1939
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FUNTASY Page 5 Rapidly the ship took shape. But what a shape! It seems that half way thru the blue prints, the Newark draughtsman had a change of heart. The shape of this ship changed, too. Then, too, he took into consideration that a lot of the fan's "sisters" would probably appear (thereby showing his ignorance of fan intelligence) and made a special sun-parlor for them on the poop-deck. The builders followed these plans faithfully, but three fourths of the way to the rear, ran out of material and the local lumber yard had previously locked their gates, so they slammed some quick drying plaster across the rear end. The shape of the ship, when finished roughly resembled a broken bottomed beer bottle. Ah! That glorious day when the ship was launched! I, Hoy Ping Pong, was given the trusted job of firing the rocket tube -- we only had one -- no one else could spare the gas pipes from their homes. I guess everybody was in, for a bell near me clanged; and I lit a match to the fuel. Then, everybody that was in, was out! (Ha! paradox!) I came to when we were going thru the Heaviside layer. My head was sticking out thru the fresh cement into the ozone, and my legs were inside, kicking. That Heaviside layer gave me an awful bump where it hit my head! Pretty soon the rest of the ship woke up. Captain Newark gave me the devil down the speaking tube, but I twisted the tube around to the speaking device and passed it right back up at him. My duties done, (we were now falling in free space), I cleaned the atomic flame dust off my face and sauntered up to join the ladies on the sun-parlor. There was a great tittering over something to be seen out one of the cellophane windows. I looked. The hull was easily seen from this window, and the cause of the merriment, was the new sign those two L.A. fans had nailed up over the Peoria gentleman's sign. The new sign read: -- "Busta Guttery" -- *** So, the good ship "BUSTA GUTTERY" sailed away into space; with a passenger named Featherstone with a smirk on her face. -END- Watch for Episode Two of this magnificent epic novel in a future issue of FUNTASY. We'll get that part even if we have to set the Mikado himself on the trail of the elusive Hoy! ---ed. *** NOTE: The cover portrait of our author, Hoy Ping Pong, was drawn by Walter E. Marconette, editor of SCIENTI-SNAPS, and head of "Empress Publications". -- ed. ***
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FUNTASY Page 5 Rapidly the ship took shape. But what a shape! It seems that half way thru the blue prints, the Newark draughtsman had a change of heart. The shape of this ship changed, too. Then, too, he took into consideration that a lot of the fan's "sisters" would probably appear (thereby showing his ignorance of fan intelligence) and made a special sun-parlor for them on the poop-deck. The builders followed these plans faithfully, but three fourths of the way to the rear, ran out of material and the local lumber yard had previously locked their gates, so they slammed some quick drying plaster across the rear end. The shape of the ship, when finished roughly resembled a broken bottomed beer bottle. Ah! That glorious day when the ship was launched! I, Hoy Ping Pong, was given the trusted job of firing the rocket tube -- we only had one -- no one else could spare the gas pipes from their homes. I guess everybody was in, for a bell near me clanged; and I lit a match to the fuel. Then, everybody that was in, was out! (Ha! paradox!) I came to when we were going thru the Heaviside layer. My head was sticking out thru the fresh cement into the ozone, and my legs were inside, kicking. That Heaviside layer gave me an awful bump where it hit my head! Pretty soon the rest of the ship woke up. Captain Newark gave me the devil down the speaking tube, but I twisted the tube around to the speaking device and passed it right back up at him. My duties done, (we were now falling in free space), I cleaned the atomic flame dust off my face and sauntered up to join the ladies on the sun-parlor. There was a great tittering over something to be seen out one of the cellophane windows. I looked. The hull was easily seen from this window, and the cause of the merriment, was the new sign those two L.A. fans had nailed up over the Peoria gentleman's sign. The new sign read: -- "Busta Guttery" -- *** So, the good ship "BUSTA GUTTERY" sailed away into space; with a passenger named Featherstone with a smirk on her face. -END- Watch for Episode Two of this magnificent epic novel in a future issue of FUNTASY. We'll get that part even if we have to set the Mikado himself on the trail of the elusive Hoy! ---ed. *** NOTE: The cover portrait of our author, Hoy Ping Pong, was drawn by Walter E. Marconette, editor of SCIENTI-SNAPS, and head of "Empress Publications". -- ed. ***
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