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Fantascience Digest, v. 3, issue 1, whole no. 12, January-February 1940

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FANTASCIENCE DIGEST                   Page 27

by the inertialess super-drive I installed on her like the one on Frolic III-----"

   "This is where I came in," commented Margaret from the doorway. "You can repeat yourself on the way to the landing field, Mart, honey."

   The four of them carefully locked the laboratory and started for the place designated, where reposed their three spaceships, huge liners all.

   Crane and Seaton had been working on a device to shrink the molecules of the ships so as to reduce them to any desired size, since it was believed they would be convenient if carried as watch-charms when not in use. But the problem of molecular shrinkage eluded their mighty brains. 

   Crane had one day run around in the rain in his best suit, attempting to solve the problem. The suit had become altered from a full-length Kollefe Kut to a Buster Brown shorts-with-coat ensemble, but he still was unable to apply THAT principle to the spaceships, even if he had allowed his suit to dunk in a rainstorm for days.

   Richard Seaton had been contemplating a jaunt beyond Betelguese to interview the exceptionally wise Hypothetiealarians upon this research, but the calamity forced upon them by the High Muckamuck of Macaroon now put an end to such a week-end excursion. 

   "We must away," he decided as he and his companions entered the Frolic I and closed the port behind them. "We must confer with Ras Thavas and Kar Komak and the Jeddak of Helium, not to forget Ulysses Paxton and the Prince of Peril and The Radio Man. Chop! Chop!" (Which means in Chinese: Quick! Quick!)

   "Well, all right!" exclaimed the girls in chorus, "Chop! chop! Call Shiro, our general factotum (in reality a Japanese scientist in disguise) and let us scram."

   Crane wandered to the control room and pulled the televisor switch. Upon the screen floated the smiling, yellow face of Shiro, surrounded by his pots and pans.

   "We're taking off, Shiro," Crane warned him. "Grab your hat, boy!"

   "We're off!" cried Richard Seaton, kissing Dorothy enthusiastically. "Ho for the Red Planet, The Plant of Peril! An epic has begun -- a Martian Odyssey! Dejah Thoris, here we come!"

   (To be continued. We will leave our characters at this moment, because Dorothy had just given Seaton a resounding sock in the puss, and domestic arguments are always so embarrassing to strangers. Don't miss the next installment, in which Margaret is kidnapped by the great White Apes of Barsoom and rescued by Hawk Carse, a handsome stranger who complicates matters for our friend, Mart. What will Mart do? What does Margaret do? It sure is an exciting instalment. Every time I think of it I get so excited I could just bite my nails and scream!)
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FANTASCIENCE DIGEST Page 27 by the inertialess super-drive I installed on her like the one on Frolic III-----" "This is where I came in," commented Margaret from the doorway. "You can repeat yourself on the way to the landing field, Mart, honey." The four of them carefully locked the laboratory and started for the place designated, where reposed their three spaceships, huge liners all. Crane and Seaton had been working on a device to shrink the molecules of the ships so as to reduce them to any desired size, since it was believed they would be convenient if carried as watch-charms when not in use. But the problem of molecular shrinkage eluded their mighty brains. Crane had one day run around in the rain in his best suit, attempting to solve the problem. The suit had become altered from a full-length Kollefe Kut to a Buster Brown shorts-with-coat ensemble, but he still was unable to apply THAT principle to the spaceships, even if he had allowed his suit to dunk in a rainstorm for days. Richard Seaton had been contemplating a jaunt beyond Betelguese to interview the exceptionally wise Hypothetiealarians upon this research, but the calamity forced upon them by the High Muckamuck of Macaroon now put an end to such a week-end excursion. "We must away," he decided as he and his companions entered the Frolic I and closed the port behind them. "We must confer with Ras Thavas and Kar Komak and the Jeddak of Helium, not to forget Ulysses Paxton and the Prince of Peril and The Radio Man. Chop! Chop!" (Which means in Chinese: Quick! Quick!) "Well, all right!" exclaimed the girls in chorus, "Chop! chop! Call Shiro, our general factotum (in reality a Japanese scientist in disguise) and let us scram." Crane wandered to the control room and pulled the televisor switch. Upon the screen floated the smiling, yellow face of Shiro, surrounded by his pots and pans. "We're taking off, Shiro," Crane warned him. "Grab your hat, boy!" "We're off!" cried Richard Seaton, kissing Dorothy enthusiastically. "Ho for the Red Planet, The Plant of Peril! An epic has begun -- a Martian Odyssey! Dejah Thoris, here we come!" (To be continued. We will leave our characters at this moment, because Dorothy had just given Seaton a resounding sock in the puss, and domestic arguments are always so embarrassing to strangers. Don't miss the next installment, in which Margaret is kidnapped by the great White Apes of Barsoom and rescued by Hawk Carse, a handsome stranger who complicates matters for our friend, Mart. What will Mart do? What does Margaret do? It sure is an exciting instalment. Every time I think of it I get so excited I could just bite my nails and scream!) *@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@ IF YOUR NAME APPEARS HERE, YOUR SUBSCRIPTION EXPIRES WITH THIS ISSUE: Harold F. Benson; Jack Donovan; Russell J. Hodgkins; Damon Knight; Erle Korshak; Jack Chapman Miske; Daniel McPhail; Rau Pauley; Melvin C. Schmidt; Jack Speer; Arthur Widner, Jr.; C.J. Wilhelm; R.R. Winterbotham; and Tmm Wright. *@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@ Join the Illini Fantasy Fictioneers, and help sponsor the Chicago World Science Fiction Convention. Details obtainable from Richard I. Meyer, 3156 Cambridge Ave., Chic.