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Xenon, v. 1, issue 1, March 1944
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Page ten XENON -------------------------------------------------------------------- Something for you to read, entitled- NIGHTMARE! I awoke with a start and sat erect. As I did so, my head seemed to swell approximately three and a half inches! After gaining my balance, I looked again. I'd been to parties before but never had the "morning-after" the night before until now. Oh, well, we all have nightmares and who was I to raise a rumpus just because a huge gorilla was perched at the foot of my bed? Optimist that I am, I decided I might as well have some fun for I'd soon wake up. So I crawled out of bed and staggered toward my furlined friend with the Tony Galento build. In a failing voice I queried his reason for interrupting my beauty sleep. He looked puzzled but then his mind cleared as he sent me flying through the air. Knowing very well that I couldn't get hurt in a dream, I picked myself up and proceeded to read the latest copy of Esquire, finishing it and throwing it at the boy with the fuzzy complexion. The apre having made for the nearest window, I resumed my duties as under-cover man and was soon busily dreaming about little pizies and orange elephants with green dots. When I came out of it the next morning--er--afternoon, I went into the kitchen for a cup of black coffee and started to browse thru the newspaper as was my usual custom. After assuring myself that Superman had escaped again, I turned to the front page. With a gulp that finished my coffee (cup and all) I read in large print "ESCAPED GORILLER MURDERS TWO BEFORE CAPTURED!" THE END
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Page ten XENON -------------------------------------------------------------------- Something for you to read, entitled- NIGHTMARE! I awoke with a start and sat erect. As I did so, my head seemed to swell approximately three and a half inches! After gaining my balance, I looked again. I'd been to parties before but never had the "morning-after" the night before until now. Oh, well, we all have nightmares and who was I to raise a rumpus just because a huge gorilla was perched at the foot of my bed? Optimist that I am, I decided I might as well have some fun for I'd soon wake up. So I crawled out of bed and staggered toward my furlined friend with the Tony Galento build. In a failing voice I queried his reason for interrupting my beauty sleep. He looked puzzled but then his mind cleared as he sent me flying through the air. Knowing very well that I couldn't get hurt in a dream, I picked myself up and proceeded to read the latest copy of Esquire, finishing it and throwing it at the boy with the fuzzy complexion. The apre having made for the nearest window, I resumed my duties as under-cover man and was soon busily dreaming about little pizies and orange elephants with green dots. When I came out of it the next morning--er--afternoon, I went into the kitchen for a cup of black coffee and started to browse thru the newspaper as was my usual custom. After assuring myself that Superman had escaped again, I turned to the front page. With a gulp that finished my coffee (cup and all) I read in large print "ESCAPED GORILLER MURDERS TWO BEFORE CAPTURED!" THE END
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