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Dream Quest, v. 1, issue 1, July 1947
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DREAM QUEST 50 You're only a figment of Shaver's disordered imagination, a story character, not something real. There is no dero," he stammers, as he grabs for the gun... ################# MORNING is here. Palmer's secretary comes into the office and exclaims in disgust when she notices the messy heap of vile-smelling purplish-gray ashes on the desk. They she grows wide-eyed as she sees the money the ashes cover. With quick movements of her neatly manicured hands, she sweeps the ashes into a bag and gathers the money. The secretary hurries out of the office and a month later a Police Bulletin says simply "Last seen on a ship en route to Patagonia. Wanted for questioning in the disappearance of Raymond A. Palmer." As for Palmer, let us examine the often-expectorated-on contents of a spitoon in the lobby of the South American Steamship Lines Co. Protruding slightly above the ash-covered surface is a battered signet ring with the initials "R. A. P." -- R I P -- --------------------------- DREAM COME TRUE, by Forrest J. Ackerman ((continued from page 14)) assassinated the Caliph. His girl, however, works a canny miracle by wishing on the magic ring that the Caliph would appear, alive and whole, in the stove -- and lo and behold, Jannings emerges like Al Jolson in black face prepared to sing "California, Here I Come"... *********************** I AGREE with all critics! I have carried it too far this time! Such an anachronistic pun should be punished by denying me the privilege of seeing the rest of the picture. And, since I was so denied, justice is satisfied and, hoping you are the same with the review, I remain...Forrest J. Ackerman. --------------------------- UNFATHOMED MYSTERIES OF FANTASY FANDOM, by Joe Kennedy, continued... But someday, dear reader, YOU may discover where those famous fans and professionals went. Some gloomy night you may be walking down a little-tramped street or by-way. You may see an amorphous shape, with green fungoid-stained batlike wings, crouching in an alleyway and peering at you with sparkling, evil eyes. And you may feel sharp claws wrench into your shoulders, while an icy wind roars in your face, as those bat-wings churn the stratosphere, carrying you off to some unknown galaxy beyond the rim of space and time. Someday, my dear reader, you may find out for yourself--- And yet it's not too late to take up stamp collecting or model airplane building, or some other safe, sane mundane hobby -- if you get what I mean... ********************* ##############
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DREAM QUEST 50 You're only a figment of Shaver's disordered imagination, a story character, not something real. There is no dero," he stammers, as he grabs for the gun... ################# MORNING is here. Palmer's secretary comes into the office and exclaims in disgust when she notices the messy heap of vile-smelling purplish-gray ashes on the desk. They she grows wide-eyed as she sees the money the ashes cover. With quick movements of her neatly manicured hands, she sweeps the ashes into a bag and gathers the money. The secretary hurries out of the office and a month later a Police Bulletin says simply "Last seen on a ship en route to Patagonia. Wanted for questioning in the disappearance of Raymond A. Palmer." As for Palmer, let us examine the often-expectorated-on contents of a spitoon in the lobby of the South American Steamship Lines Co. Protruding slightly above the ash-covered surface is a battered signet ring with the initials "R. A. P." -- R I P -- --------------------------- DREAM COME TRUE, by Forrest J. Ackerman ((continued from page 14)) assassinated the Caliph. His girl, however, works a canny miracle by wishing on the magic ring that the Caliph would appear, alive and whole, in the stove -- and lo and behold, Jannings emerges like Al Jolson in black face prepared to sing "California, Here I Come"... *********************** I AGREE with all critics! I have carried it too far this time! Such an anachronistic pun should be punished by denying me the privilege of seeing the rest of the picture. And, since I was so denied, justice is satisfied and, hoping you are the same with the review, I remain...Forrest J. Ackerman. --------------------------- UNFATHOMED MYSTERIES OF FANTASY FANDOM, by Joe Kennedy, continued... But someday, dear reader, YOU may discover where those famous fans and professionals went. Some gloomy night you may be walking down a little-tramped street or by-way. You may see an amorphous shape, with green fungoid-stained batlike wings, crouching in an alleyway and peering at you with sparkling, evil eyes. And you may feel sharp claws wrench into your shoulders, while an icy wind roars in your face, as those bat-wings churn the stratosphere, carrying you off to some unknown galaxy beyond the rim of space and time. Someday, my dear reader, you may find out for yourself--- And yet it's not too late to take up stamp collecting or model airplane building, or some other safe, sane mundane hobby -- if you get what I mean... ********************* ##############
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