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Spaceways, v. 3, issue 4, May 1941
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16 SPACEWAYS TRANSITION But I can fill a gap Astounding does not fill. That is a need for a fifteen-cent magazine with a not-so-aloof and haughty stance, yet catering to the science-fiction reader of taste and intelligence. The fans have shown that such a magazine will be supported. That is the way I have tried to guide my two magazines. I have not said so before because I have not been satisfied that my first issues showed that trend. I do not expect really to hit my stride until my third issues appear. Yet already I have received letters from readers which indicate that I am on the right track. Quite a surprising number have told me that they rate Stirring and Cosmic as among the first four or five fantasy titles. And by their other comments, I can see that they are Campbell readers. Whether I will succeed in filling this great gap in the chain of fantasy is still a problem for the months to come. But I want fans to know where I'm going and I want to ask them to write me and let me know how close to the target I'm hitting. With their aid I may be able to make of my titles, magazines of which fandom may be proud. THE END DARK INTERLUDE (concluded from page 5) "Okay, then, okay. The 'cuffs it'll have to be." He was obviously sorry he had to use them. "I'll just cover up this poor thing's face and we'll have an ambulance sent when we get to the station house. It's just around the corner." He covered the thin face with the soiled topmost blanket and stepped back. The Young Man was watching him curiously. He reached to his hip pocket for the handcuffs and pulled them out. "Here y'are. Put out your right--" He broke off, for suddenly it was though a veil had fallen before his eyes. There was darkness, and far away a point of light. A gust of fresh, fragrant, wind-blown air dashed invigoratingly in his face. Then it was gone, and the room was normal again. "Now I wonder--" He stopped, bewildered. The Young Man was gone. As he replaced the handcuffs, the bluecoat was beginning to understand. He decided he wouldn't say anything about the Young Man. 8 THE MAIDEN ON THE BRIDGE by JOHN F. BURKE I saw her on the bridge that spans the river, When evening sunshine glinted on the grass. Around me I could hear the poplars shiver, And breezes through the sighing willows pass. With all so warm and friendly, I was gay, And gazed upon her beauty with desire Until the darkening of the closing day, When the flaming sun had quenched his crimson fire. Now I sit here looking at her glory still, And trouble not how many see me stare, For this can only be a fairy's daughter, To be so lovely; so I stay until She speaks to me, though all my friends declare That they can see no bridge across this water. THE END
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16 SPACEWAYS TRANSITION But I can fill a gap Astounding does not fill. That is a need for a fifteen-cent magazine with a not-so-aloof and haughty stance, yet catering to the science-fiction reader of taste and intelligence. The fans have shown that such a magazine will be supported. That is the way I have tried to guide my two magazines. I have not said so before because I have not been satisfied that my first issues showed that trend. I do not expect really to hit my stride until my third issues appear. Yet already I have received letters from readers which indicate that I am on the right track. Quite a surprising number have told me that they rate Stirring and Cosmic as among the first four or five fantasy titles. And by their other comments, I can see that they are Campbell readers. Whether I will succeed in filling this great gap in the chain of fantasy is still a problem for the months to come. But I want fans to know where I'm going and I want to ask them to write me and let me know how close to the target I'm hitting. With their aid I may be able to make of my titles, magazines of which fandom may be proud. THE END DARK INTERLUDE (concluded from page 5) "Okay, then, okay. The 'cuffs it'll have to be." He was obviously sorry he had to use them. "I'll just cover up this poor thing's face and we'll have an ambulance sent when we get to the station house. It's just around the corner." He covered the thin face with the soiled topmost blanket and stepped back. The Young Man was watching him curiously. He reached to his hip pocket for the handcuffs and pulled them out. "Here y'are. Put out your right--" He broke off, for suddenly it was though a veil had fallen before his eyes. There was darkness, and far away a point of light. A gust of fresh, fragrant, wind-blown air dashed invigoratingly in his face. Then it was gone, and the room was normal again. "Now I wonder--" He stopped, bewildered. The Young Man was gone. As he replaced the handcuffs, the bluecoat was beginning to understand. He decided he wouldn't say anything about the Young Man. 8 THE MAIDEN ON THE BRIDGE by JOHN F. BURKE I saw her on the bridge that spans the river, When evening sunshine glinted on the grass. Around me I could hear the poplars shiver, And breezes through the sighing willows pass. With all so warm and friendly, I was gay, And gazed upon her beauty with desire Until the darkening of the closing day, When the flaming sun had quenched his crimson fire. Now I sit here looking at her glory still, And trouble not how many see me stare, For this can only be a fairy's daughter, To be so lovely; so I stay until She speaks to me, though all my friends declare That they can see no bridge across this water. THE END
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