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Science Fiction Savant, issue 5, Summer 1946
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talked so loud that I guess we disturbed the [illegible]. Anyway [illegible] said we were arguing. I, I told her she'd be sorry for this & drove off. I went straight home & cooled off. I made up my mind not to let a silly fuss come between our future. So I went Back to her apartment to tell her I was sorry & to ask her if she wanted the ring back. Well you know the rest, sir. I did go back & found her body. That's all there is to tell. "Is it?" asks the D.A. "Yes, what else is there?" "One thing that you practically threatened her when you left her, How do I know you aren't lying?" "But, it's the truth I tell you, the truth! It sounds so true that it sounds 'fishy' if you get what I mean?" "And besides your [brother?] was shot in a Bank robbery. So he could not have killed her. But you had a reason for killing her & you admit threatening to." "But, but---" All this went on for over 2 hours; finally they decided to give a trial. He told the same story to the court. But he had no proof & he was heard telling her "she'd be sorry for this". No hope my poor innocent friend. NO HOPE. The police will regret it when they find they sent an innocent friend to the "electric chair"! Ho, so now you want to know who the murderer really is. How do I know all this, who am I? HA, HA, HA, I think I can answer all these questions in 4 words! "I am the murderer!!" HA HA HA HA.... The moral of this story is - Don't ever look up at the ceiling, you might see blood dripping through - HA, HA, HA... AN AIRPLANE FAN'S OUTLOOK ON THE SCIENTIFAN'S WORLD By Driscoll P. Redwood I cannot tell a lie. I'll tell the truth about this engrossing question. "Why don't you be a science fiction fan?" A science fiction fan's world is full of marvelous distortions. His stories are about pipe - dreams he cooks up in his sleep. He at once jumps to this typewriter to write a letter to all the other fans he knows to see if they can use if for a story. He thinks of monsters, giants, and strange, man-eating plants, of other planets, of destroying entire worlds, and galloping about space in a rocket. A normal person, reading these stories, has terrible dreams of being chased by huge monsters, and carried away by six-inch people but the scientifan seems hardended to these and sleeps peacefully. Very often i have wakened up under the mattress after some of these dreams. When a scientifan finds a fan that differs from his breed he tries frantically to change his thread of thought. But I am a model airplane fan, and I do not change my thoughts easily. Every small insect of reptile a scientifan sees he asks "What would I do if this thing was as big as me?" These eggs that hatch into little monsters that crawl around sucking people's blood are nothing but tripe. But model airplanes teach you the construction of airplanes. What good does this science fiction junk do you anyway?
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talked so loud that I guess we disturbed the [illegible]. Anyway [illegible] said we were arguing. I, I told her she'd be sorry for this & drove off. I went straight home & cooled off. I made up my mind not to let a silly fuss come between our future. So I went Back to her apartment to tell her I was sorry & to ask her if she wanted the ring back. Well you know the rest, sir. I did go back & found her body. That's all there is to tell. "Is it?" asks the D.A. "Yes, what else is there?" "One thing that you practically threatened her when you left her, How do I know you aren't lying?" "But, it's the truth I tell you, the truth! It sounds so true that it sounds 'fishy' if you get what I mean?" "And besides your [brother?] was shot in a Bank robbery. So he could not have killed her. But you had a reason for killing her & you admit threatening to." "But, but---" All this went on for over 2 hours; finally they decided to give a trial. He told the same story to the court. But he had no proof & he was heard telling her "she'd be sorry for this". No hope my poor innocent friend. NO HOPE. The police will regret it when they find they sent an innocent friend to the "electric chair"! Ho, so now you want to know who the murderer really is. How do I know all this, who am I? HA, HA, HA, I think I can answer all these questions in 4 words! "I am the murderer!!" HA HA HA HA.... The moral of this story is - Don't ever look up at the ceiling, you might see blood dripping through - HA, HA, HA... AN AIRPLANE FAN'S OUTLOOK ON THE SCIENTIFAN'S WORLD By Driscoll P. Redwood I cannot tell a lie. I'll tell the truth about this engrossing question. "Why don't you be a science fiction fan?" A science fiction fan's world is full of marvelous distortions. His stories are about pipe - dreams he cooks up in his sleep. He at once jumps to this typewriter to write a letter to all the other fans he knows to see if they can use if for a story. He thinks of monsters, giants, and strange, man-eating plants, of other planets, of destroying entire worlds, and galloping about space in a rocket. A normal person, reading these stories, has terrible dreams of being chased by huge monsters, and carried away by six-inch people but the scientifan seems hardended to these and sleeps peacefully. Very often i have wakened up under the mattress after some of these dreams. When a scientifan finds a fan that differs from his breed he tries frantically to change his thread of thought. But I am a model airplane fan, and I do not change my thoughts easily. Every small insect of reptile a scientifan sees he asks "What would I do if this thing was as big as me?" These eggs that hatch into little monsters that crawl around sucking people's blood are nothing but tripe. But model airplanes teach you the construction of airplanes. What good does this science fiction junk do you anyway?
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