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En Garde, whole no. 17, April 1946
Page 19
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page 19. Of course it has its limits since I designed it as a toy. It is an atomic gun weighing approximately 12 ounces with an extreme range of 1,000 yards at which distance it will kill a rabbit, although humans who are foolish enough to get in the line of fire will also die. I expect children who use this toy to use care and judgment in handling it for it could be dangerous and therefore I request that my little friends not make this toy unless they will promise me to take good care to see that no one ever gets hurt. With its limited range it is suitable and safe for city tots, though it must not be fired at anything constructed of steel. THAT SMILE OF ALOOFNESS By Donn Brazier. Charles Jackson wrote a book called "The Lost Weekend". It was described by some reviewers as "terrifying"; I found it too long, too repetitiously boring. The first chapter or so told all there was to say about the alcoholic hero, and the rest of the book was anti-climax; it did not make the "terror" (what in heaven's name will reviewers call terror next?) cumulative; it did not build up to any noticeable climax. But all this is in way of introduction and beside the point. "He was delighted with this observation---it told him that his mind was working keenly, with that hyper-consciousness that lay just this side of intoxication. .....he was having a good time, enjoying his own aloofness to the scene around him. Odd how he could sit there unobserved by others; he was the only one alive in the place, the only one who saw. He smiled with tolerance at the room, and felt so remote and apart that he might have been unseen." Does one need the stimulation of drink to feel that way? Try it cold sober in a train, at a baseball game, or a night club. Watching others, you pull your shoulders back, your head up. Don't you?
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page 19. Of course it has its limits since I designed it as a toy. It is an atomic gun weighing approximately 12 ounces with an extreme range of 1,000 yards at which distance it will kill a rabbit, although humans who are foolish enough to get in the line of fire will also die. I expect children who use this toy to use care and judgment in handling it for it could be dangerous and therefore I request that my little friends not make this toy unless they will promise me to take good care to see that no one ever gets hurt. With its limited range it is suitable and safe for city tots, though it must not be fired at anything constructed of steel. THAT SMILE OF ALOOFNESS By Donn Brazier. Charles Jackson wrote a book called "The Lost Weekend". It was described by some reviewers as "terrifying"; I found it too long, too repetitiously boring. The first chapter or so told all there was to say about the alcoholic hero, and the rest of the book was anti-climax; it did not make the "terror" (what in heaven's name will reviewers call terror next?) cumulative; it did not build up to any noticeable climax. But all this is in way of introduction and beside the point. "He was delighted with this observation---it told him that his mind was working keenly, with that hyper-consciousness that lay just this side of intoxication. .....he was having a good time, enjoying his own aloofness to the scene around him. Odd how he could sit there unobserved by others; he was the only one alive in the place, the only one who saw. He smiled with tolerance at the room, and felt so remote and apart that he might have been unseen." Does one need the stimulation of drink to feel that way? Try it cold sober in a train, at a baseball game, or a night club. Watching others, you pull your shoulders back, your head up. Don't you?
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