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Sun Spots, v. 3, issue 4, whole no. 12, November 1940
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November, 1940 SUN SPOTS Page 19 THERE MAY BE WEREWOLVES.... (Concluded) with an engaging youth, who late that night accompanied her to her doorstep. He asked to be let in. She refused, and a loud argument arose. Neighbors, a score of them, peered from their windows, just in time to see the young men turning into a weird, hairy thing, with a protuding muzzle and clutching paws. The girl screamed and fled, the horror pursued her indoors. Next morning, the body of the girl was found, ripped to death as if by claws. Hubert assures me that there were enough witnesses and enough talk to bring about the vacation, not only of that building, but of several on either side. The deserted houses have since been torn down, and new ones built, in an effort to dissipate the curse. We hear many stories of such things, half man and half wold, standing erect on two legs to menace with hairy, taloned hands, pricking up great lupine ears and baring, fierce, pointed fangs. A terrified victim is lost before such an adversary; but a brave man, it is insisted, may fight and conquer the prodigy. Quoting the Rev. Montague Summers, in his fascinating and scholarly volume, The Werewolf: "......the shape of the werewolf may be removed if he be reproached by name as a werewolf, or if again he be thrice addressed by his Christian name, or struck three blows on the forehead with a knife, or that three drops of blood should be drawn." A case wherein something like this happened, has been investigated by Miss. Theda Kenyon of New York,author of Witches Still Live. Despite a medieval-Gothic flavor,it happened in rural Pennsylvania during the nineteenth century. Farmers who kept sheep were plagued by a wolf that worried their finest and fattest animals to death, avoiding traps, fled warily from ambushes and generally exhibited intelligence beyond animal nature. The beast was reckoned supernatural, though it does not appear that the farmers thought of it as a disguised enchanter. One shepard instructed perhaps by a "hex", or witch-doctor, cast a silver bullet as a specific against evil, loaded his gun and hid near the sheep-pen. The wolf appeared out that night. The flock's defender aimed and fired. He found his mark, and the beast limped away howling, its forepaw tucked up. The next day, a women of the neighborhood was seen with her arm bandaged. Suspicious, the farmers surrounded her and forced her to exhibit the wound -- her wrist had been pierced by a bullet. And the sheep were not bothered again. It was as though the women's beast disguise and beast-nature had been literally shot away, just as ectoplasm is made to vanish by a moment of stress, To sum up: If ectoplasm is a fact, the werewolf is an undeniable possibility.... THE END REQUEST The editors of Sun Spots would appreciate it if the readers of their magazine would write and tell them what type of material they prefer, whether it's articles, fiction. humor. more departments, or what. So come on boys and girls write an tell your old editors!
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November, 1940 SUN SPOTS Page 19 THERE MAY BE WEREWOLVES.... (Concluded) with an engaging youth, who late that night accompanied her to her doorstep. He asked to be let in. She refused, and a loud argument arose. Neighbors, a score of them, peered from their windows, just in time to see the young men turning into a weird, hairy thing, with a protuding muzzle and clutching paws. The girl screamed and fled, the horror pursued her indoors. Next morning, the body of the girl was found, ripped to death as if by claws. Hubert assures me that there were enough witnesses and enough talk to bring about the vacation, not only of that building, but of several on either side. The deserted houses have since been torn down, and new ones built, in an effort to dissipate the curse. We hear many stories of such things, half man and half wold, standing erect on two legs to menace with hairy, taloned hands, pricking up great lupine ears and baring, fierce, pointed fangs. A terrified victim is lost before such an adversary; but a brave man, it is insisted, may fight and conquer the prodigy. Quoting the Rev. Montague Summers, in his fascinating and scholarly volume, The Werewolf: "......the shape of the werewolf may be removed if he be reproached by name as a werewolf, or if again he be thrice addressed by his Christian name, or struck three blows on the forehead with a knife, or that three drops of blood should be drawn." A case wherein something like this happened, has been investigated by Miss. Theda Kenyon of New York,author of Witches Still Live. Despite a medieval-Gothic flavor,it happened in rural Pennsylvania during the nineteenth century. Farmers who kept sheep were plagued by a wolf that worried their finest and fattest animals to death, avoiding traps, fled warily from ambushes and generally exhibited intelligence beyond animal nature. The beast was reckoned supernatural, though it does not appear that the farmers thought of it as a disguised enchanter. One shepard instructed perhaps by a "hex", or witch-doctor, cast a silver bullet as a specific against evil, loaded his gun and hid near the sheep-pen. The wolf appeared out that night. The flock's defender aimed and fired. He found his mark, and the beast limped away howling, its forepaw tucked up. The next day, a women of the neighborhood was seen with her arm bandaged. Suspicious, the farmers surrounded her and forced her to exhibit the wound -- her wrist had been pierced by a bullet. And the sheep were not bothered again. It was as though the women's beast disguise and beast-nature had been literally shot away, just as ectoplasm is made to vanish by a moment of stress, To sum up: If ectoplasm is a fact, the werewolf is an undeniable possibility.... THE END REQUEST The editors of Sun Spots would appreciate it if the readers of their magazine would write and tell them what type of material they prefer, whether it's articles, fiction. humor. more departments, or what. So come on boys and girls write an tell your old editors!
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