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Cosmic Tales, v. 2, issue 1, Summer 1939
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COSMIC TALES 23 are talking films, we will not receive any thought waves. Teldrige quickly consented and shortly after, the two men were able to speak his language fluently enough. They were able to read now and pored over the slick and pulp magazines. Tain exclaimed in astonishment as he fingured one: "Loor, here is a magazine containing stories about space travel. This should be a treat! Peculiar that such a magazine was never published on our planet." Loor glanced at the magazine for a moment, and then continued to read a book entitled "The Westinghouse Capsule" which fully explained how and why the electric light bulbs, the drills, hammars, saws, etc., worked. The contents of the capsule would act as a base the long climb the ladder to civilization. The villagers were only a small group, but they would spread their knowledge. The Venerians promised to return with help rocketed homeward. One day, soon after, when they saw real houses being built entirely without their aid, they decided that they could now leave for Venus. the villagers were sad to see them leave, but forgot their sorrows in the rush of preparations for the departure. Chapter IV The Human Psychology With a mighty roar, the ship disappeared into the sky. The clouds eddied and swirled in the new dawn. The Gods seemed, once more, to favor these motes of life in the infinite galaxy of space. controls set, the two Venerians, gazed from the viewplate at the fast retreating Earth. Loor broke the uncomfortable silence, "A mighty race, indeed, even in the blackness of adversity. They are an indomitable and unconquerable race." "True, Loor, but it seems that nature has many queer twists. For instance, here we are---two planets, both alike. Somehow or other, ours knows not the meaning of hatred and bloodshed. I thank the Gods for that! But Earth is greatly different in that respect. Before the one which plunged them into their present catastrophe, they had still a previous one of great magnitude. It was said to be a war to end war! No progress was made towards ending war in reality! In this new era to come, will they refrain from war and savage pursuits, or will they resume their old course? I believe they will do the latter for no matter to what heights some of them rise, there will be those who seek war. They have no conscience! The matter lies with the Gods. We should do well to avoid promiscuous mixture with Earthmen. We must help them, but if there are any signs of war, we must leave. Perhaps it is not right, but it is best for us. In all of this, I may be wrong. I sincerely hope so. However, time alone can tell. Loor failed to answer and silence pervaded the ship. Soon, however, it wore off as Loor settled down on a couch and began to read. Tain looked at him in surprise and asked, "What--you took a magazine? Which one is it?" Loor, grinning broadly, replied," The science-fiction magazine." The End The Moon Artist (continued from page 8) and he was unable to see that it was anything but suicide. Now there is one more thing I want to show you. When the wolves held my ankles, they closed too hard. I cauterized the bites the next morning. Do you want to see them?" "No!" exclaimed Ludwig sharply. "If I believe that part, I will have to believe all." He left his chair and leaned over my desk. "Please, Doctor, do not make me wait in suspense. Please let me (continued page 25)
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COSMIC TALES 23 are talking films, we will not receive any thought waves. Teldrige quickly consented and shortly after, the two men were able to speak his language fluently enough. They were able to read now and pored over the slick and pulp magazines. Tain exclaimed in astonishment as he fingured one: "Loor, here is a magazine containing stories about space travel. This should be a treat! Peculiar that such a magazine was never published on our planet." Loor glanced at the magazine for a moment, and then continued to read a book entitled "The Westinghouse Capsule" which fully explained how and why the electric light bulbs, the drills, hammars, saws, etc., worked. The contents of the capsule would act as a base the long climb the ladder to civilization. The villagers were only a small group, but they would spread their knowledge. The Venerians promised to return with help rocketed homeward. One day, soon after, when they saw real houses being built entirely without their aid, they decided that they could now leave for Venus. the villagers were sad to see them leave, but forgot their sorrows in the rush of preparations for the departure. Chapter IV The Human Psychology With a mighty roar, the ship disappeared into the sky. The clouds eddied and swirled in the new dawn. The Gods seemed, once more, to favor these motes of life in the infinite galaxy of space. controls set, the two Venerians, gazed from the viewplate at the fast retreating Earth. Loor broke the uncomfortable silence, "A mighty race, indeed, even in the blackness of adversity. They are an indomitable and unconquerable race." "True, Loor, but it seems that nature has many queer twists. For instance, here we are---two planets, both alike. Somehow or other, ours knows not the meaning of hatred and bloodshed. I thank the Gods for that! But Earth is greatly different in that respect. Before the one which plunged them into their present catastrophe, they had still a previous one of great magnitude. It was said to be a war to end war! No progress was made towards ending war in reality! In this new era to come, will they refrain from war and savage pursuits, or will they resume their old course? I believe they will do the latter for no matter to what heights some of them rise, there will be those who seek war. They have no conscience! The matter lies with the Gods. We should do well to avoid promiscuous mixture with Earthmen. We must help them, but if there are any signs of war, we must leave. Perhaps it is not right, but it is best for us. In all of this, I may be wrong. I sincerely hope so. However, time alone can tell. Loor failed to answer and silence pervaded the ship. Soon, however, it wore off as Loor settled down on a couch and began to read. Tain looked at him in surprise and asked, "What--you took a magazine? Which one is it?" Loor, grinning broadly, replied," The science-fiction magazine." The End The Moon Artist (continued from page 8) and he was unable to see that it was anything but suicide. Now there is one more thing I want to show you. When the wolves held my ankles, they closed too hard. I cauterized the bites the next morning. Do you want to see them?" "No!" exclaimed Ludwig sharply. "If I believe that part, I will have to believe all." He left his chair and leaned over my desk. "Please, Doctor, do not make me wait in suspense. Please let me (continued page 25)
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