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Imagination!, v. 1, issue 6, whole no. 6, March 1938

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IMAGINATION! #6 38 Mar     9

I clean up!
Q: Sorry I had to shoot you!  Bloch, but lay off those old gags... Now: Just how do you spend your time?
 A: Counting the money I make from writing.
 Q: Be more explicit.
 A: Well, in the morning I count the $ bills.
 Q: Yes? & what do you do when you're finisht?
 A:  I count the $5 bills.
 Q: & when finisht with that?
 A: I count the 10s.
 Q: & when you finish with them?
 A: 0 I never can finish counting my $10 bills!
 Q: Well enuf of that.  Ah, who do you consider are the world's best authors?
 A; O I guess Shakespeare ranks about 2d & Edgar Allan Poe 3d...
 Q: Is it true you spent some time on the coast last yr?
 A: No; I was on the county.  Aaaaaargh!
 Q: That's the 2d time I've had to shoot you, Bloch.  No regrets.
 A: Whew...that was a close shot; just misst me!
 Q: Misst you? Hmf; Where's your left ear!
 A: V-eary funny.  Yes, now that you mention it...I was in Karloffornia.
 Q: Did you meet Jim Mooney:
 A: No but I met his brother Paul.
 Q. You stayd with Henry Kuttner, didnt you?
 A: I'd like to tell you about that if you don't mind.  It's the saddest story of my life... I know "Henry Kuttner" as a writer of weird and science fiction.  For several yrs we corresponded.  Last May he invited me to his hovel in Beverly Hills.  I left Milwaukee & had a hectic trip.  I'd never been to the coast (my parents don't allow me to play outside the back yard).  After 5 days I pulld up at Hank's place at 6 in the yawning.  I buzzd the bell. An enormous gray wolf apeard.  I hadnt noticed it at first--not until it had bitten off my left leg did I stoop & see the slavoring muzzle of the beast.
"Kuttner?" I gaspt.  The creature nodded, still slavoring.  "Cut out that slavering!" I orderd, irritated.  "Pardon; it's just my drool personality" explaind the impertinent animal. <tilda><tilda><tilda>In his rm, Hank enterd a large evolution-accelerator-anthropomorphical machine situated beside his bed & emerged in more or less human shape.  When I saw him thus I felt more at ease.  I remarkt on what a convenience it must be for him to have 3 heads.  One was in the center & the other 2 grew from his gargantuan shoulders.  The head on the left faced backward.  The cat in me caused me to inquire Why? "O I had

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IMAGINATION! #6 38 Mar 9 I clean up! Q: Sorry I had to shoot you! Bloch, but lay off those old gags... Now: Just how do you spend your time? A: Counting the money I make from writing. Q: Be more explicit. A: Well, in the morning I count the $ bills. Q: Yes? & what do you do when you're finisht? A: I count the $5 bills. Q: & when finisht with that? A: I count the 10s. Q: & when you finish with them? A: 0 I never can finish counting my $10 bills! Q: Well enuf of that. Ah, who do you consider are the world's best authors? A; O I guess Shakespeare ranks about 2d & Edgar Allan Poe 3d... Q: Is it true you spent some time on the coast last yr? A: No; I was on the county. Aaaaaargh! Q: That's the 2d time I've had to shoot you, Bloch. No regrets. A: Whew...that was a close shot; just misst me! Q: Misst you? Hmf; Where's your left ear! A: V-eary funny. Yes, now that you mention it...I was in Karloffornia. Q: Did you meet Jim Mooney: A: No but I met his brother Paul. Q. You stayd with Henry Kuttner, didnt you? A: I'd like to tell you about that if you don't mind. It's the saddest story of my life... I know "Henry Kuttner" as a writer of weird and science fiction. For several yrs we corresponded. Last May he invited me to his hovel in Beverly Hills. I left Milwaukee & had a hectic trip. I'd never been to the coast (my parents don't allow me to play outside the back yard). After 5 days I pulld up at Hank's place at 6 in the yawning. I buzzd the bell. An enormous gray wolf apeard. I hadnt noticed it at first--not until it had bitten off my left leg did I stoop & see the slavoring muzzle of the beast. "Kuttner?" I gaspt. The creature nodded, still slavoring. "Cut out that slavering!" I orderd, irritated. "Pardon; it's just my drool personality" explaind the impertinent animal. In his rm, Hank enterd a large evolution-accelerator-anthropomorphical machine situated beside his bed & emerged in more or less human shape. When I saw him thus I felt more at ease. I remarkt on what a convenience it must be for him to have 3 heads. One was in the center & the other 2 grew from his gargantuan shoulders. The head on the left faced backward. The cat in me caused me to inquire Why? "O I had