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Spaceways, v. 4, issue 4, whole no. 27, April 1942
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SPACEWAYS 15 [Handwritten number 5 next to title.] [Centered] IF I WEREWOLF PART IV by ART WIDNER JR [Illustration of an elephant lifting up trunk on right side of page. Text wraps around image on left side.] (In the first three parts: Art Widner Jr discovers the Cwael Darth, a stone capa-ble of turning people into wereanimals. One can become any animal he chooses, but is confined to the group to which belongs his first choice, be it fish, quadruped, bird, or insect. Various fans join Widner and be-come werefans. Widner prefers to be a lion; Chauvenet an eagle; Trudy Kuslan a whale; Hannes Bok a dragon; Lowndes a bat; Rothman a louse. Speer refuses to become converted; and when Tucker tries to turn himself into a dinosaur, the stone fails for the first time. This, and Milty, cause much scratching of heads. To continue.) The eagle picked up the black stone and regarded it puzzledly. Suddenly, he emitted a raucous scream, and fluttered up to a perch on the head of the bed. "I've got it!" he squawked. He was plainly frantically excited, for Chau-venet detests the ver "to get". "Why didn't we guess it before? Everything dovetails so nicely!" "Huh?" came the chorus. "Plain as day," said Chauvenet. "Tucker is a zombie through contract with You-Know-Who! Wasn't he reported dead in 1935? DIdn't he mysteriously come back to life? Didn't he shortly thereafter start a fanzine called [underlined] Le Zombie? Didn't we hear him mumble when he ran from our hand that his contract didn't ex-pire for six centuries yet? That's too much for a coincidence." We all looked at Tucker, who fidgeted withhis bathrobe tassels, and looked somewhat abashed. He scratched his head again. "C'mon, Milty," I said. "Don't disgrace yourself further by remaining on the lowest thing in the supernatural world. Shame, Tucker, I never thot that you would stoop so low." Bob hung his head. "I never thot anyone would find out," he mumbled. "I was hoping the stone would work and get me out of this mess. I just said it was a fake to cover up. Widner, you discovered the stone; can't you fix up a spec-ial incantation so I can join you?" "No dice, Tucker," I purred over my shoulder as I padded toward the door-way. "Let's go, gang." "Where?" asked the eagle, as he grabbed the goldfish bowl. "Hagerstown." A few hours later, I bounded to the roof of the Warner front porch, and as the others alighted beside me, I tapped on Harry's window pane. To our surprise, the window opened immediately, and Harry stuck his head out, frowning at us. "Go away," he said. "Huh?" I said. "Go away," he repeated. "But why?" I asked "Speer phoned me about you. D'you think I want to give up my beautiful oboe just to be a worm or a mosquito or something? Nix! Go away." He slammed down on the window. We went away. South we headed, arriving in Columbia just before dawn, and slept in a con-ventional hotel thru the day. After sunset we changed back to were-forms and went around to Lloyd Court
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SPACEWAYS 15 [Handwritten number 5 next to title.] [Centered] IF I WEREWOLF PART IV by ART WIDNER JR [Illustration of an elephant lifting up trunk on right side of page. Text wraps around image on left side.] (In the first three parts: Art Widner Jr discovers the Cwael Darth, a stone capa-ble of turning people into wereanimals. One can become any animal he chooses, but is confined to the group to which belongs his first choice, be it fish, quadruped, bird, or insect. Various fans join Widner and be-come werefans. Widner prefers to be a lion; Chauvenet an eagle; Trudy Kuslan a whale; Hannes Bok a dragon; Lowndes a bat; Rothman a louse. Speer refuses to become converted; and when Tucker tries to turn himself into a dinosaur, the stone fails for the first time. This, and Milty, cause much scratching of heads. To continue.) The eagle picked up the black stone and regarded it puzzledly. Suddenly, he emitted a raucous scream, and fluttered up to a perch on the head of the bed. "I've got it!" he squawked. He was plainly frantically excited, for Chau-venet detests the ver "to get". "Why didn't we guess it before? Everything dovetails so nicely!" "Huh?" came the chorus. "Plain as day," said Chauvenet. "Tucker is a zombie through contract with You-Know-Who! Wasn't he reported dead in 1935? DIdn't he mysteriously come back to life? Didn't he shortly thereafter start a fanzine called [underlined] Le Zombie? Didn't we hear him mumble when he ran from our hand that his contract didn't ex-pire for six centuries yet? That's too much for a coincidence." We all looked at Tucker, who fidgeted withhis bathrobe tassels, and looked somewhat abashed. He scratched his head again. "C'mon, Milty," I said. "Don't disgrace yourself further by remaining on the lowest thing in the supernatural world. Shame, Tucker, I never thot that you would stoop so low." Bob hung his head. "I never thot anyone would find out," he mumbled. "I was hoping the stone would work and get me out of this mess. I just said it was a fake to cover up. Widner, you discovered the stone; can't you fix up a spec-ial incantation so I can join you?" "No dice, Tucker," I purred over my shoulder as I padded toward the door-way. "Let's go, gang." "Where?" asked the eagle, as he grabbed the goldfish bowl. "Hagerstown." A few hours later, I bounded to the roof of the Warner front porch, and as the others alighted beside me, I tapped on Harry's window pane. To our surprise, the window opened immediately, and Harry stuck his head out, frowning at us. "Go away," he said. "Huh?" I said. "Go away," he repeated. "But why?" I asked "Speer phoned me about you. D'you think I want to give up my beautiful oboe just to be a worm or a mosquito or something? Nix! Go away." He slammed down on the window. We went away. South we headed, arriving in Columbia just before dawn, and slept in a con-ventional hotel thru the day. After sunset we changed back to were-forms and went around to Lloyd Court
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