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Wavelength, v. 1, issue 3, Fall 1941
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6 turkeys, but not one goose! "No geese but ourselves," said Fan A wit-tily, as they returned to the house. This procession roused up the village. "A torch-light procession!" cried all the boys of the town as they ran and gathered around the house, shouting for the flag. And Joseph Gilbert had to invite them in, and give them cider and ginger-bread before he could explain it was only his family, visitors, fans and what-not visiting his hens. After the crowd had dispersed Joseph Gilbert sat down to think of his writing again. Fan B agreed to go over to the bookstore to get a quill. They all went over with him. The bookseller was just shutting up his shop. However, he agreed to get a quill, which he did, and they hurried home. So Joseph Gilbert sat down again, but there was no paper. And now the book store was shut up. Fan C suggested that the mail was about in, and perhaps he could have a letter or so to spare - with a little per-suasion in the form of "green backs", whatever they might be. They then could write on the back of the envelopes. So they all went to the post-of-fice, and some of the fans still had their india-rubber boots on, and they all shouted when they found Fan C had a letter. The postmaster in-quired what they were shouting about; and when they told him he said he would give Joseph Gilbert a whole sheet of paper for his book. And they all went back rejoicing. So Joseph Gilbert sat down, and the fans all sat round the table looking at him. He had his pen, his ink, and his paper. He dipped his pen into the ink and held it over the paper, and thought a minute, and then said, "But I haven't got anything to say." [line break] -----:------:----- [Poem centered] COMMON MASTER Lon Harker, born in Twenty Eighty-Eight, Lives all his life without a glimpse of sun. Research his life, he has no wish but one: A deathless book of science to create. San Keradin, who plies the ether-trails, Transporting rich, abundant artifacts From other planets, knows his job exacts Alertness: it he never fails. Lon Harker's thoughts of Keradin are bleak; His words: "This mindless hulk emotion reigns." And Keradin thinks thus: "These mighty brains Who say they're men would make a comet shriek!" The life the each of other views with mirth. Yet each serves well their common master, [underlined] Earth. [name justified] .. Elton V. Andrews ..
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6 turkeys, but not one goose! "No geese but ourselves," said Fan A wit-tily, as they returned to the house. This procession roused up the village. "A torch-light procession!" cried all the boys of the town as they ran and gathered around the house, shouting for the flag. And Joseph Gilbert had to invite them in, and give them cider and ginger-bread before he could explain it was only his family, visitors, fans and what-not visiting his hens. After the crowd had dispersed Joseph Gilbert sat down to think of his writing again. Fan B agreed to go over to the bookstore to get a quill. They all went over with him. The bookseller was just shutting up his shop. However, he agreed to get a quill, which he did, and they hurried home. So Joseph Gilbert sat down again, but there was no paper. And now the book store was shut up. Fan C suggested that the mail was about in, and perhaps he could have a letter or so to spare - with a little per-suasion in the form of "green backs", whatever they might be. They then could write on the back of the envelopes. So they all went to the post-of-fice, and some of the fans still had their india-rubber boots on, and they all shouted when they found Fan C had a letter. The postmaster in-quired what they were shouting about; and when they told him he said he would give Joseph Gilbert a whole sheet of paper for his book. And they all went back rejoicing. So Joseph Gilbert sat down, and the fans all sat round the table looking at him. He had his pen, his ink, and his paper. He dipped his pen into the ink and held it over the paper, and thought a minute, and then said, "But I haven't got anything to say." [line break] -----:------:----- [Poem centered] COMMON MASTER Lon Harker, born in Twenty Eighty-Eight, Lives all his life without a glimpse of sun. Research his life, he has no wish but one: A deathless book of science to create. San Keradin, who plies the ether-trails, Transporting rich, abundant artifacts From other planets, knows his job exacts Alertness: it he never fails. Lon Harker's thoughts of Keradin are bleak; His words: "This mindless hulk emotion reigns." And Keradin thinks thus: "These mighty brains Who say they're men would make a comet shriek!" The life the each of other views with mirth. Yet each serves well their common master, [underlined] Earth. [name justified] .. Elton V. Andrews ..
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